A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
Word count: 300
The mornings were the worst sometimes, her entire body ached from sleeping. Stretching only helped so much, her shoulders rolling, her elbows popping, as she raised her arms above her head, trying to wake up. The air hadn't cooled much during the night, the humidity made it worse. There was a good chance of rain today. She hoped it would rain, the garden needed it and if she had to hear her mother complaining about the fact the plants were wilting one more time, she was going to go over there and augumenti the whole thing herself!
The sky hadn't even had a proper sunrise, instead, the grey clouds had just grown thicker. It didn't matter. The game would go on in any weather conditions so practicing in sub-optimal weather was merely getting practice for those games. Ginny's fingers ached as she curled them around her broom handle. She knew what the healers had said, that this wasn't going to go away. Arthritis they'd called it. It was a condition that affected her joints. Ginny had never realized just how many joints her body possessed until they were all hurting, all stiff, in unison.
Shaking her head, she mounted the broom, letting herself rise a bit. Her bare feet skimmed the dewy grass. She always practiced bare foot. There was something about feeling the air on her feet that always sent a thrill up her spine. She knew it was all coming to an end, knew eventually her joints would not be able to be forced into working. With a sigh, she circled the yard, flew down and snatched a peach from the tree. She ate it, hovering in the air. Just because she wouldn't be able to play anymore, not professionally, didn't mean she didn't belong in the air.