Day Ten
Prompt: Fiery-Orange Hair
The noise in the packed stands of the Quidditch pitch was almost unbearable. The excited students were waiting for the first game of the year: Gryffindor versus Slytherin. It was obvious that nearly everyone, except the Slytherin students, wanted a Gryffindor victory. Capella sat in the highest row of seats, a borrowed red and gold scarf wrapped around her neck. She looked over at her sister and laughed. "Vega, are you going to read for the whole match?"
Vega glanced up from her book and looked around. "Maybe." She seemed surprised to find herself in the midst of so many students. She even seemed to be shocked that she was outside in the cold. She shook her head and returned to her book.
Suddenly, the cheering and shouting got even louder. Capella strained to get a look at the players emerging from their dressing rooms. She saw the messy dark hair of Harry Potter and the platinum blond head of the Malfoy boy. But before she could pin down the twins, a whistle blew and the players shot skyward.
Capella and George hadn't seen each other over the summer. They had written constantly, their owls tiring of the flights. Capella knew they had developed something over the summer and now that they were back at school, they spent as much time together as possible. It wasn't easy though. The Gryffindor Quidditch captain, Oliver Wood, was anxious for a win and kept the players out late practicing. Capella's third year was proving to much a much heavier course load than the first two years combined. She was having no trouble keeping up, but the amount of work that was assigned meant more time in the Ravenclaw common room pouring over her books. When Capella and George did get to see each other they never seemed to be sure of how to act. It wasn't awkward, just different. They had established the fact that they liked each other, that they cared about each other. But what were they to each other now?
Capella pushed her confusing thoughts aside and focused on the game, scanning the sky for George. Just then, a shock of fiery-orange hair caught her eye. There, high above the ground, was George. There was no question about it. She didn't have to guess which twin she was looking at. Her heart fluttered and she found herself smiling. It didn't matter, she figured, what they were exactly. She was happy.