This was written for Hogwarts, where I am a Slytherin (hiss hiss): Assignment #3

Women's History #7: Write about a female Quidditch player performing an amazing athletic feat.

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This is also includes a bunch of Hogwarts' Writing Club Prompts. You can find those listed after the fic.

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Also... second fic in less than 12 hours... I feel powerful...

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Warnings: erm.. Quidditch injury (implied more than described), nerves/light anxiety, and some mildly coarse language... that should be everything. This is so fluffy compared to so much I've written lately.

Rating: T

Word Count (excluding A/N): 749

Prodigy

Five minutes into the game, and everything had already fallen to shit. Gwenog, as usual, was on the edge of her seat while she watched her team fly. As a reserve for the Hollyhead Harpies, she had never actually gotten to play an official match. When a bludger barrelled into Audra's chest, knocking the Beater off of her broom and throwing her like a cannonball to the earth below, Gwenog was too shocked to realize that this was her chance.

"She did that on purpose!" Gwenog shouted, her eyes flashing at the Falmouth Falcon's Beater. The girl who had knocked Audra off her broom was pumping her fist and grinning.

"Obviously," Gwenog's girlfriend, Tonks, replied. Her hair was the color of Gwenog's robes, and her eyes were gold. The Quidditch player would be lying if she said she didn't find her girlfriend sporting her team's colors to be horribly attractive.

Gwenog could feel Tonks's eyes on her, and she turned to see the Metamorphmagus giving her an incredulous expression. "What the hell are you still doing here? Go get out on that field."

With widened eyes, Gwenog stood up. The medics were just barely rushing to Audra, so Gwenog allowed herself a moment to breath.

"What… what if I fail my team?" she asked softly, glancing down at Tonks, who rolled her eyes and thrusted Gwenog's broom into her hands.

"You know better than to even entertain that idea," Tonks said, her gold eyes intense. "Now, go do something amazing."

After one last moment of hesitation, the Quidditch player nodded, mounted her broom, and flew off to the center of the pitch. When both her Captain and the Referee accepted it, Gwenog officially entered the game.

And oh what a game it was—a giant, disastrous, incredible mess of a game.

Gwenog was a good flier, moving on instinct, but her lack of training put her at a disadvantage.

Unlike everyone on the team, she had not done Quidditch in school, and, having only been there for a month and a half, she was the newest member. One of the only reasons the Captain had let her come to this game as a reserve was because she was the only extra Beater they had.

For a while, she kept almost falling off her broom, and it was embarrassing. The commentator mentioned a few times that this was her first time playing an official game, and every time he spoke her name, her cheeks flushed in a mix of anger and shame.

Fortunately, Gwenog thrived off of emotions. The more angry she got, the more determine she was to prove herself, the steadier she was on her broom. Within two hours, she looked as comfortable as Audra had.

But the game didn't stop there.

It didn't stop at five hours either.

By hour seven, over half of the Harpies had called in their reserves.

By hour nine, Audra was declared fit enough to play again.

Gwenog felt her heart drop when her Captain turned to her and Elle, the other Beater. Gwenog was sure that she was being sent back to the stands—she really wanted to see a game all the way through.

"Elle," the Captain barked. "Go eat and rest up. I don't want Audra playing for too long and injuring herself."

Gwenog stared at her Captain with wide eyes for a moment, only to have the older woman shake her head. "You have loads of gumption, Jones. We need that today."

Gwenog was astounded, but a grin quickly broke through her shocked expression. "I won't let you down Cap," she said, her eyes bright as she realized that, right then, she became an official part of the team. The Captain accepted her, and she was needed.

The Snitch was finally caught during the fourteenth hour. Despite her exhaustion, Gwenog managed to remain on her broom for the entire game while even her Captain had called in a reserve at one point.

She was hailed a prodigy, an inspiration; it felt impossible.

Back in the hotel room, Hollyhead Harpies having won, Gwenog was barely able to stand up in the shower. When she stumbled into bed, immediately pulled into the arms of her girlfriend, she knew moving would be hard the next day.

She wouldn't change this feeling for anything else in the world.

"I'm so proud of you," Tonks whispered, and Gwenog fell asleep with a smile, knowing she had proved herself to be worthy of everything she had.

A/N 2.0

Writing Club Prompts:

Ami's Audio #7: Write about doing/experiencing something unbelievable

Lyric Alley #11: Flying like a cannonball, falling to the earth.

Count Your Buttons (word) #1: Disastrous

Disney Challenge (dialogue) #2: "She did that on purpose!" / "Obviously."

Sharing is Caring September #1: Hotel

Emy's Emporium #8: Write about someone inspirational

Lo's Lowdown #6: (word) instinct

Amber's Attic #6: Failure is when you talk yourself out of becoming something amazing