Challenge #77 - Next generation
Title: Rose's Turn.
Rating/Warnings: G, None.
Characters/Pairing: Rose Weasley. Also featuring Al Potter, James Potter Jr. and Scorpius Malfoy.
Summary: Gryffindor Quidditch try-outs. Or: Why it really shouldn't matter who your parents are.
Word Count: 733
Author's Notes: I only really thought of the connection to the song when I wrote the line 'now it's Rose's turn'. But it fit, so I kept it and made it the title. Also, I have a good feeing about this Qudditch Team right here. Unbeatable, if you ask me ;-)
Registered purchases?: Yes, both.
Rose is suffering from nerves. It's something she gets from her father, a man she's been thinking about a lot today. He always talks about how good he was at Quidditch, but Rose is not convinced. She's been practicing Quidditch in the garden against her dad as long as she can remember and it never seemed as though he was particularly good. Lucky, maybe. But not extraordinarily talented. She routinely beat him by the time she was 8.
Her aunt Ginny, on the other hand, was a brilliant Quidditch player. A former professional, a lightning-fast Chaser with great reflexes.
Which is surely part of the reason why her son, Rose's cousin Al, is now strutting onto the pitch as if he owns the place. Both his parents were great at Quidditch. Excellent, in fact.
Rose's parents were ... well. Her mom is scared of flying up to this day and her dad likes to exaggerate his achievements with colorful and highly unlikely anecdotes.
Rose is scared. She's confident on a broom and in her own backyard, against her dad and her little brother, she is the undisputed queen of Quidditch. But this is the real world. This is the Gryffindor Quidditch team. A name that means something in her family.
"You nervous?", someone next to her mumbles and she wants to turn around, smile and say 'Not at all!', but when she sees who it is, she folds and nods. Rose likes Scorpius Malfoy a lot. He sits next to her in Potions and they're both not terribly good at it. They bonded over how their parents, her mother and his father respectively, would surely be extremely dissapointed by their poor Potions skills. Not that poor Scorpius's father can take much more dissapointment after his precious little boy got the red and gold treatment at Sorting instead of the green and silver one that was expected of him. But Scorpius is really very nice.
He's also very nervous. Clutching his broom so tightly that his knuckles have gone white, he's shaking all over and keeps glancing at the pitch, where the try-outs are already in progress.
"It's gonna be ok, Scorp", Rose assures him with a pat on the shoulder. "You're gonna be fine. Your dad was good at Quidditch, wasn't he?" Rose feels that soothing someone else makes her less nervous, so she needs to keep doing this.
"Yeah, but I've never really been allowed to play. My mom is always so worried about me. I've been wanting a broom for Christmas ever since I can remember, but I never got one".
"Don't worry", Rose says with a reassuing smile, now less convinced about what she's saying, but trying to not let it show. "I bet it's in your blood".
And it is. When Rose's older cousin James, assistant Quidditch captain since his first year and widely regarded as the best Gryffindor Seeker since his dad, calls Scorpius's name to try out, Scorpius mounts his broom without any difficulties, speeds around the pitch in record time and makes Chaser immediately.
Now it's Rose's turn. That is a song, isn't, it? "Rose's turn"? Rose thinks it's a song. Something she heard on Muggle radio once. Isn't it about getting your comeuppance after being in the shadows of someone else? Rose regards this as a sign, takes a deep breath and confidently walks onto the pitch.
She tries out for Keeper and she doesn't miss even a single shot fired at her. James beams at her after she lands, tells her that she's on the team and that they're very lucky to have her.
Rose wants to ask Al if he made the team too, but he mumbles something that sounds suspicuously like 'alternate' and runs off to take a shower.
Huh. Maybe it's not important at all how good your parents were at something, Rose thinks, as she walks along the corridor back to Gryffindor tower. She passes a glass case with moving photographs of former Gryffindor Quidditch teams in it and she finds her dad, looking gangly and insecure in his Keeper gear, clutching his broom.
I'm gonna be awesome, she thinks. So that he can come to a game, cheer her on and scream 'That's my daughter!' embarrasingly loud when she prevents a goal with a spectuacularly good move. It's what parents do. Whether they were good at Quidditch or not.
733/30 = 24,4 + 10 = 34 points for Hufflepuff
Sonja/Hufflepuff
Rating/Warnings: G, None.
Characters/Pairing: Rose Weasley. Also featuring Al Potter, James Potter Jr. and Scorpius Malfoy.
Summary: Gryffindor Quidditch try-outs. Or: Why it really shouldn't matter who your parents are.
Word Count: 733
Author's Notes: I only really thought of the connection to the song when I wrote the line 'now it's Rose's turn'. But it fit, so I kept it and made it the title. Also, I have a good feeing about this Qudditch Team right here. Unbeatable, if you ask me ;-)
Registered purchases?: Yes, both.
Rose is suffering from nerves. It's something she gets from her father, a man she's been thinking about a lot today. He always talks about how good he was at Quidditch, but Rose is not convinced. She's been practicing Quidditch in the garden against her dad as long as she can remember and it never seemed as though he was particularly good. Lucky, maybe. But not extraordinarily talented. She routinely beat him by the time she was 8.
Her aunt Ginny, on the other hand, was a brilliant Quidditch player. A former professional, a lightning-fast Chaser with great reflexes.
Which is surely part of the reason why her son, Rose's cousin Al, is now strutting onto the pitch as if he owns the place. Both his parents were great at Quidditch. Excellent, in fact.
Rose's parents were ... well. Her mom is scared of flying up to this day and her dad likes to exaggerate his achievements with colorful and highly unlikely anecdotes.
Rose is scared. She's confident on a broom and in her own backyard, against her dad and her little brother, she is the undisputed queen of Quidditch. But this is the real world. This is the Gryffindor Quidditch team. A name that means something in her family.
"You nervous?", someone next to her mumbles and she wants to turn around, smile and say 'Not at all!', but when she sees who it is, she folds and nods. Rose likes Scorpius Malfoy a lot. He sits next to her in Potions and they're both not terribly good at it. They bonded over how their parents, her mother and his father respectively, would surely be extremely dissapointed by their poor Potions skills. Not that poor Scorpius's father can take much more dissapointment after his precious little boy got the red and gold treatment at Sorting instead of the green and silver one that was expected of him. But Scorpius is really very nice.
He's also very nervous. Clutching his broom so tightly that his knuckles have gone white, he's shaking all over and keeps glancing at the pitch, where the try-outs are already in progress.
"It's gonna be ok, Scorp", Rose assures him with a pat on the shoulder. "You're gonna be fine. Your dad was good at Quidditch, wasn't he?" Rose feels that soothing someone else makes her less nervous, so she needs to keep doing this.
"Yeah, but I've never really been allowed to play. My mom is always so worried about me. I've been wanting a broom for Christmas ever since I can remember, but I never got one".
"Don't worry", Rose says with a reassuing smile, now less convinced about what she's saying, but trying to not let it show. "I bet it's in your blood".
And it is. When Rose's older cousin James, assistant Quidditch captain since his first year and widely regarded as the best Gryffindor Seeker since his dad, calls Scorpius's name to try out, Scorpius mounts his broom without any difficulties, speeds around the pitch in record time and makes Chaser immediately.
Now it's Rose's turn. That is a song, isn't, it? "Rose's turn"? Rose thinks it's a song. Something she heard on Muggle radio once. Isn't it about getting your comeuppance after being in the shadows of someone else? Rose regards this as a sign, takes a deep breath and confidently walks onto the pitch.
She tries out for Keeper and she doesn't miss even a single shot fired at her. James beams at her after she lands, tells her that she's on the team and that they're very lucky to have her.
Rose wants to ask Al if he made the team too, but he mumbles something that sounds suspicuously like 'alternate' and runs off to take a shower.
Huh. Maybe it's not important at all how good your parents were at something, Rose thinks, as she walks along the corridor back to Gryffindor tower. She passes a glass case with moving photographs of former Gryffindor Quidditch teams in it and she finds her dad, looking gangly and insecure in his Keeper gear, clutching his broom.
I'm gonna be awesome, she thinks. So that he can come to a game, cheer her on and scream 'That's my daughter!' embarrasingly loud when she prevents a goal with a spectuacularly good move. It's what parents do. Whether they were good at Quidditch or not.
733/30 = 24,4 + 10 = 34 points for Hufflepuff
Sonja/Hufflepuff