Chapter 10 - Pregame Nerves

A/N: hey if any of yous actually are reading this. I'm on my way to an Italian holiday so I've found myself beginning to draft in my note section during the delightful scotsrail train ride to the airport. So apologies if my grammar is shite my bad. Also for my shit ability to update this ooft.

-Ron-

Yawning Ron dragged himself out of bed. Despite it being a Saturday he was up before lunchtime. Today was Harrys first quidditch match so he needed to support his friend. Glancing over he saw Harry definitely needed that. Nearly headless Nick had more colour in his face than Harry did at this present moment and he didn't shake like his Mum back massager he was wasn't meant to use.

"You ready for the game after lunch?" Ron asked Harry.

"No. What if I fall off or we lose or or or…George said one of the previous seekers somehow ended up in Bulgaria. Ron I don't know any Bulgarian I would like die a slow painful death.." Harry replied anxiously as he paced the dormitory.

"Free holiday tha. I would l love a break for lessons. Me eyebrows may finally grow back in!" Seamus replied attempting to cheer Harry up.

"You could also just stop exploding crap." Dean replied as he added the finishing touches to his Gryffindor banner.

"Its easier said than done I didn't know that root would make the potion go bang." Seamus replied as he walked over to Deans paint covered corner.

"Bro those banners look dope as fuck." He continued.

"Thanks, shame we don't have an art class might actually be doing okay in a lesson if we did." Dean replied.

"Don't sell yourself short you're smarter then you think. Did you know you have red paint all over your face by the way? You look to have been kinda mauled by the lions you painted." Seamus said as he peered over Deans shoulder.

"You're joking right?" Dean muttered.

"Nope." Seamus replied.

"Time for today's second shower then. I don't know why I thought showering before painting was a good idea." Dean replied as he laid the banners down to finishing drying.

"We'll meet you at breakfast Dean? Shall save you some french toast" Ron replied as he emerged from the bathroom.

"Thanks mate." Dean shouted from the shower.

Ron grabbed Harrys arm before yanking him off to eat some breakfast.

"Harry you've got to eat something. You can't fly on an empty stomach you might get sick." Hermione pleaded.

"Not hungry." He replied.

" Shes right as much as I hate saying that. Can't having you pass out on your broom from not eating anything." Ron added "Here how about a crass-ant."

"Crassant." Dean shouted behind them in the silly way that they had for some reason made an inside joke. Dean said it was a vine? Although Ron found himself wandering how a croissant could be made of vines.

Reluctantly Harry picked a croissant and nibbled at it.

"You ready for your first game?" Fred asked(he had a freckle above his left eyebrow and george didn't the only way he could differentiate them).

"No." Harry replied as he picked at his croissant.

"Ahh first game nerves I remember having those." Wood said joining them.

"How did your first game go?" Harry asked.

" Don't remember. I got hit on the back of the head by a bludger and woke up 2 weeks later in the hospital wing." Wood replied absentmindedly.

" oh." Harry replied. Noticeably more green than before as he look to the floor and began fiddling with his sleeve. Behind him Angelina whacked Wood muttering something under her breath that Ron couldn't make out. Wood just rolled his eyes at her before gathering his team for the match.

"Good luck guys" Ron shouted.

"Break a leg." Hermione called.

"The fuck Hermione he's nervous enough-" Ron chided.

"It what muggles say before a show. I don't actually want him to break a leg. Duh." Hermione corrected as she scooped the last of porridge and fruit into her mouth. Ron simply nodded as he shoved 3 eggs and several pieces of bacon into his mouth. They both wrapped their gryffindor scarfs around their neck and reluctantly allowed Dean to apply a rather liberal amount of face paint to their faces before the first year gryffindor trudged down to the quidditch pitch.