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he was an avid supporter of the Chudley Cannons
Ron couldn't think of a time when his dreams had not been filled with the violent, blazing orange of his beloved Cannons.
When he was younger, he would dream of having the chance to be out there on the Quidditch Pitch. How he would bring glory back to the team that had once sat at the top of the league for twenty one years, unmatched by any other team. After years of continuous defeat most of the supporters had lost faith in their ability to ever make it back to the finals, let alone win.
He always remembered watching Charlie training in the Summer, knowing that with a lot of hard work there was a chance he could be just as good as his older brother. Then he realised that as much as he loved to play, he much preferred to watch and analyse the different plays and player moves.
He'd spend hours scouring the papers to find the latest scores and theorise the way each stage of the league would play out. Always holding out hope that there was a small chance for the Cannons to progress, knowing that it was pretty improbable but he could still have hope.
"Oi, Ron! What are you thinking about so hard?" Bill called out, jostling his shoulder slightly to bring him out of his thoughts. "The match starts in a few minutes, you don't want to miss it."
"Just thinking about how I've always wanted to be here, it's like a dream!" Ron gazed around at the stands surrounding the pitch. They were practically empty, bar a few older die hard Cannons fans clutching at their orange scarves, their fingers crossed hopefully as the players began to fly out onto the pitch.
"Alright Ronny, don't start crying now," George snorted as he wrapped an arm around Ron's shoulder, proceeding to mess up his hair with his other hand. "At least wait until the Cannons actually lose before you start the tears."
"I'm not crying, you idiot!" With a small laugh he shoved George off him and focused on the pitch before him. It may be the first time he was ever seeing them play in person, but he hoped with everything he had it wouldn't be the last.
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