Hey hey hey, here I am again with another chapter for you! I've been on a roll the last few days and have quite few chapters written - in fact I only have four left to write, which is a bit scary. This will be the first long fanfic I have ever finished.
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37. Letter
Sunday"Look what I got today!" calls Ginny from the door.
Harry gets up from his lunch and takes the envelope she's holding, a green logo with a yellow talon on the front.
"A letter from the team? But they haven't—I mean, you're not—are you?"
Ginny smirks. "Very articulate, Harry. No, they haven't sacked me. It's next season's contract."
A relieved grin breaks over Harry's face. "That's great!" he says. "Were you worried?"
"Of course not," she says. "I'm the best scorer on the team. I nearly broke the league record for Quaffle steals in a season. They won't sack me."
"Ginny, you broke a teammate's nose. What if Bradley complained to management?"
She sighs. "All right, maybe I was little worried."
"And what if the Prophet had got wind of it? It would have reflected badly on the whole league."
"I know that," says Ginny. "You don't need to tell me off again, Harry."
He takes her hand in his. "I'm not trying to tell you off," he says, his voice soft. "It's just—you love Quidditch, Gin. I'd hate to see you lose that over Bradley. She's not worth it."
"I know," says Ginny. "I'm won't risk my career over something that stupid again. I promise."
Satisfied, Harry sits back down to his food, takes the contract out of its envelope and nearly chokes. "How much are they paying you?"
"Oh yeah," says Ginny casually, although Harry can tell she hadn't really forgotten. "They made me vice-captain."
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