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~Quidditch Pitch~

n. the next worst thing compared to hell (according to Rose Weasley)

Rose Weasley loved Quidditch. She loved to watch Quidditch and cheer her team on but if you asked her to actually play Quidditch she'd look at you funny and walk away. Rose Weasley did not play Quidditch.

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Stupid, stupid, stupid…I can't play Quidditch!

"I…"

"You'll be find Rose just go out there and play." Lily said cheerfully before patting her on the back and pushing her toward the changing rooms.

Rose winced as she put on the Quidditch robes and whispered to Nancy Bunts if she had any tips for being a chaser.

"Just relax." Nancy said patiently. "You'll be fine if you're anything like Scorpius says. We trust out captain's decision. Just don't go buggers if you see a bulger, Fred'll take care of it. "

Somehow that idiot of a prick had convinced the team that she was sufficient with the quaffle, with Fred's help. She was going to kill him, Scorpius and Fred. She was absolutely horrible at Quidditch. Rose muttered darkly as she walked out onto the Quidditch pitch. Shivering as she felt Scorpius's gaze on her; she gave him a shaky smile.

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The first part of the game went by fine without her help. The middle was alright and she managed to pass a few times but by the critical point in the game while Albus was desperately searching for the snitch she made a lot of big fumbles. She was scared of the Quaffle and when Nancy threw the blasted thing over at her when she was open she gapped and froze on her broom. She caught the blasted piece of damnation but she just froze on her broom staring at her hand in amazement. One of the Hufflepuff chasers came up below her and bumped gently and Rose gasped and dropped the Quaffle, putting it back in play.

"What was that for?" Freya Forester called out. "Don't just stand their gapping like a frog! Get your head in the game! Even I'm not that bad at Quidditch for Merlin's sake!"

Rose blushed until it felt like she'd fall off of her broom from all the blood rushing to her head.

This happened four more times and she endured the utter humiliation of holding the Quaffle and staring at it with utter fear before making a feeble attempt to throw it at Freya or Nancy before dodging a bulger or swerving away from an opposing chaser.

By the end of the game she wanted to cry and laugh with the anguish of failing her team pitifully and finally getting off that infernal field.

She had disgraced Gryffindor and all conveniently in front of Scorpius too. He probably thought she was an idiot now. Who could possibly forgive her for blowing this game like a pyramid of Exploding Snap?

Rose trudged up the stairs of the girls' dormitory and collapsed onto her bed. She didn't eat lunch or dinner. What was the point anyway? She can make up for all those calories in chocolate later.

A/N: With every collection of one-shots there just has to be at least one angsty one-shot. Hope you liked it! I'm not too good at it yet. :)