Sister, Keep Me [Lucy]

Inhale, exhale Molly Weasley mentally coached herself into calming her buzzing nerves which seemed to be so alert, she was sure if another second passed by with these kind of jumpy feelings, she was sure to faint. Or explode into tiny, little, excited, Molly Weasley particles. Molly smirked and chortled quietly but still loud enough for the red and gold clothed others around her to hear and look at her with curious looks that seem to inquire if she was mad or sterile. She turned her head to face them with a nervous grin. Get a hold of yourself, Molly Georgia Weasley! She scolded herself mentally. Right, yes, a hold of herself. She looked around the Quidditch Pitch, her eyes passing over the stands where the Quidditch commentator was reciting a countdown and the flying professor that held a box of Quidditch balls in it. They finally landed on the opposing Quidditch team, the Ravenclaws, all focused and leaning forward in anxiety. Her nerves died down as she smiled. She was in a Quidditch match against the Ravenclaws, why was she worried, nervous, and anxious again?

Molly threw her leg over her broomstick and kicked off the ground just as the countdown fell to a zero. Red, gold, silver, and blue blurs raced through the air, all competing for the balls. Molly scanned the area for the quaffle which she spotted quickly, the smaller ball falling lazily just a few feet away from her. The girl leaned forward and as if it could tell what she was doing, the ball plummeted even quicker to the ground. Molly was faster, though, as she plummeted with it, sealing her hand around the thing. She flew straight up, back to the game like a corkscrew and weaved her way through the Ravenclaw players, knowing that her fellow chasers would flank her and threw it through the goal hoops. Cheers resounded from below and the commentator screamed out the score.

The rest of the game went smoothly as she scored four more goals and had some near fall experiences with the bludgers but in the end, Gryffindor gained a victory which Molly was elated about. The teams sailed to the ground as they parted ways. Molly actually had a different tent to change from the guys, considering she was the only girl on the team and she changed quickly back into her robes which were the nearest outfit she could reach.

Bounding out of the tent, Molly spotted a certain red head leaving the stands. "Hey, Luce!"

[/color][/font] She called, giddy on victory and catching up quickly to her sister. "So how're you?"[/i][/b][/font] Molly inquired. She hadn't seen her sister the entire week, both busy with their own things and it had been the longest time they'd been separated from each other.

words[/b] 463
tagged[/b] Lucy Weasley / Holly
notes[/b] God, I'm out of the loop today because this is such a horrible starter. I'm so sorry for that!
credits[/b][/color] To Melanie![/i][/blockquote]