[quidditch] practice... || Ron

[Natalie Amelia Summers]

Miley went to the Quiddicth Pitch. The following day was try outs and she had to be ready. She had to give this a 120% percent. Miley had to get this spot to make her grandmother proud of her. Sure being made a prefect was enough for her grandmother, but she wanted to give her much more.

She grabbed her Cleansweep 11 and pony tailed her hair so that she didn't have any problems with sight. She actually hoped to get Seeker since her grandmother was one but being Chaser was giving her something that made her feel that her late mother was smiling down at her. "How to practice goals without a Keeper?" she thought. Coincidentally Ron Weasley appeared...

[Ron Weasley]

Ron had a rough morning trying to wake up early for Quidditch practice, it was bizarre how his friend managed to convince him on leading Quidditch trials that Saturday morning. Although he had his own issues to sort out he still didn't know why he was there in the first place. As he headed toward the Quidditch pit he groaned and stretched his arms in the air as though trying to sort out all his muscles back to place. Amazingly no matter how early it was there would always be those determined people to stay awake earlier than him with a heart full of hope.

One of them being Natalie Summers, she was a fifth year prefect and Ron recognized her immediately. Even though he might have been rather tired and slummed from exhausted of the previous night he had no choice to the matter at hand. "Oi Natalie... I didn't think you would want to join Quidditch?" he amusingly teased. Although it was rather true, he didn't see why she wanted to be in Quidditch, he didn't really know much more of the gal, but he didn't try to say anything otherwise.

[Natalie Amelia Summers]

"What gave you that idea Ron? I've always wanted to join Quidditch!" said Miley at least 20 feet in the air with a quaffle in her hands. Perfect. I get to have a decent practice and i might just get some fresh gossip. Today is looking pretty sweet. she thought. She dived down and stopped just enough to be in level with him. "So, mind giving little old unexperienced me a little help? Please? " she asked. "Don't worry. I don't bite. Your Majesty." she teased.

Being the most well known, and cheered for Keeper. That old song still ringing in her head. She was one of the many Gryffindors who practically went mute because of excessive shouting the famous chorus of 'Weasley is our King'. Gryffindor version. She rose up a good 20 feet in the air and threw the Quaffle to Ron still on the ground. "All yours, Your Excellency."

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[Ron Weasley]

Ron smirked at Natalie's teaseful manner, she was quite something, a very cheerful and even peppy girl. At once grabbing the quaffle he juggled it in his hand for a bit and looked high over to Natalie. "You asked for it..." he replied as he forgot about how early in the morning it was, or the fact that he was in charge of the quidditch practice.

He gripped his broom and with one swift kick he was in the air like nothing, he made his way in the air around the posts and some of the pillars a couple of times before stopping in front of his post. " So you say you have something worth showing huh?!...go on and prove it" exclaimed Ron as he threw the quaffle out expecting her to zoom by and grab it. Althoug he was being rather harsh with the girl he did have a high expectation of her skills.

[Natalie Amelia Summers]

"With pleasure, sir." said Miley. She zoomed after the quaffle and caught it with ease in one hand. She wasn't as good as Ron, Ginny, Demelza, or anyone else in the team, but she wanted to prove that she had what it takes to be on the legendary dream Quidditch team. She looked at the Quaffle with concentration. Miley wasted no time.

She was at the other side of the field, a far distance from the goal hoops. This practice was a little easier since there were no Bludgers around. Usually Miley felt like the Bludgers back home only targeted her. She accelerated to the hoops where Ron was. "Let's see, grandma's special trick should do it." she thought. She aimed at the left hoop and showed it with her throw. With one second it looked as if she was going to throw to the left hoop, but with a blink of an eye she switched targets and threw it at the center hoop.

((you decide whether it goes in or not.))

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[Ron Weasley]

Sadly, and with no remorse Ron jolted at the spot to catch the quaffle. With a slightly quivery smile he looked at Natalie and coudln't help but laugh a bit, she was so determined, she seemed to have just the spirit the team needed during times like these. "Well, then, you tried to play it tricky....good shot by the way.... I trust that's the kind of effort the team is looking for.... keep it up, but don't forget playing the amateur bit won't get you far" he jokingly jestered in reply. Ron found the moment to be quite amusing and and hardly any bit as agonizing as he intended it to be when he first came out to the field.

[Natalie Amelia Summers]

Miley didn't take that into liking. She was so determined to get that quaffle in. There was one good point that came up to it. Weasley is definitely King. She got the quaffle back and she smiled mischievously. She didn't like being called amateur. She aimed this time with much more accuracy and raced off with her broom to a distance. "Okay Miles think. You're training with the best Keeper since Wood. Think." she thought.

Wasting no time, she raced off to the goal hoops. With sheer determination, she exclaimed. "Amateur this!". She threw the quaffle with force in her into the center hoop. It went in evading just millimeters from Ron. She smiled with satisfaction in her face. "You alright there Ron?" she teased.

[let me have this one... ]

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[Ron Weasley]

Ron who hardly noticed it just captured the quaffle on the other side of the hoop , " Oi there, great throw.... that's what I'm talking about..." Ron cheered slightly ignoring her tease. He was quite glad to see she would never give up either, quite a fighter and during times like these that was highly admired around Hogwarts essentially.

He looked around and noticed not many other people came by to the Quidditch practice, but he didn't mind, for the time being he was enjoying his time with Natalie.

[Natalie Amelia Summers]

Miley got the quaffle back. She was cheering up a bit even though her disastrous first attempt at a goal. More goals like that in the actual quidditch game, and they might actually sweep the floor with those bloody Slytherins. "Ready for another one Ron? she asked. She gave him a mischievous smile, the sort of smile only Fred and George Weasley had.

She held her broom tight and zoomed toward the goal posts again. She went below about three feet and went back up in a loop and threw the goal in the hoops again. She was too dizzy to see whether the quaffle went in or not.

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[Ron Weasley]

In another amazing feat Natalie swept by Ron and scored again, Ron was actually excited but with a mixing emotion of bewilderment. He was surprised she could do it again. He doesn't like to brag about his skills but every once in a while he can't help but sneer other's down whenever he does extraordinary well. Not this time, he felt he was hitting face first upon Quidditch playing field after the goals Natalie made. But that didn't discourage him, as he retrieved the quaffle he looked at Natalie closely, "Nice shot, good aim... But now your luck is about to run out" he jerked as he tossed the quaffle in the air once more. This time, he knew nothing would get in his way.

[Natalie Amelia Summers]

"Let see about that then Ron!" she said catching the quaffle once again in mid air. She played around with it a little, like a basketball. Twirling it in one finger then catching it again and again with her left and right hand. But she kept her modesty in tact, after all... Ron was a great Keeper.

She again flew a distance from Ron's hoops. She looked at those three gigantic hoops in the other side of the field and breathed deeply. "Here's goes nothing...". she thought. With the quaffle safely tucked in her arm, she gained some speed and went she was near enough, she threw the quaffle into the center hoop. She closed her eyes and hoped that lady luck would smile on her once again.

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[Ron Weasley]

But with great misfortune Ron got in the nick of time now and managed to retrieve the quaffle before it made the goal. "close one" he thought although he was thinking about how quick she was getting on her broom. Yet she couldn't let that distract him, he just smiled back politely as though not to brag how good he really was. "Good try, but you still need a bit more, ....don't worry it's only with practice and time, it will definitely be worth it all in the end" he continued as he played with the quaffle at hand.

[Natalie Amelia Summers]

Miley was a bit disappointed that the Quaffle didn't go in. She was already tired. "Oh well... we're definitely a shoe in at that cup again though! Great saves Ron! Can we just take like... 10 minutes break?" she asked. She lowered down to the benches and wiping the sweat off her face. 'Just a few minutes... just a few minutes... Maybe i can get some gossip while he's here though...' she thought.

When Ron got there she was still panting a bit. She was tired but happy. She got some goals in though the Ronald Weasley, that had to count for something. She was quite surprised that Ron was still in perfect game face despite the fact that Harry, Ron and Hermione were so busy with something secretive that nobody knew about except themselves, and that had to be hard with Ron and Hermione. Not because they were prefects because well... it's obvious... anyone could see it happening... it has to be awkward... they're best friends... Miley doesn't know how Ron and Hermione manage to keep it all in.

"So, hows your secret plan going then? Don't worry, not the extremely secret thing that you, Harry and Hermione are doing, but the secret-secret thing that's been going on... since last year. Anything I can help you with? You're amazing you are Ron, keeping quiet for a year or more? I don't think i can manage it. Have you told her yet? With what's been going on lately, it's now or never..." she said with a mischievous smile. This was going to be good.

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[Ron Weasley]

Ron glanced at Miley as he nodded in agreement for a small break. He was a bit worn out, but nothing to keep the "king" off his toes for too long. As he approached Miley who seemed a bit tired he sat down and laid his back against another bench behind him in order to relax his muscles. It wasn't long before his peace was disrupted by Miley's curious tantrum of questions.

"oh here they come[/i]"he thought as his face gave a short exasperation at her winded list of questions. " What on earth rr you talking about'? Told who?....told what and what do you mean by the "secret-secret" thing. ... I guessing the practice run has gotten to your head or something" he pestered knowing fairly well what she was talking about but lightly covering it with a white lie. It was just like him, he figured many wanted to gossip on things that were really none of their business and for the past 6 years he has managed to keep things pretty well away from public attention. But recently he couldn't help but notice other's engaged on his special attention to Hermione Granger, far be it that they were best friends and fighting alongside Harry Potter, but the thought that they liked each other might be like the news of the decade along Hogwarts. One of those, "its about time" sensations.

[Natalie Amelia Summers]

Miley laughed. "Ron, i'm young... not stupid. Any one can figure it out. It's obvious and sooner or later you're gonna have to open up and just say it. I mean, she likes you too... She was all over you when you and Lavender were together. If you're going to act like you don't know anything again, fine... Hermione. You two were practically made for each other. Just do it." she said with a mischievous smile. She loves it when she's well informed. And being one of the Golden Trio's number one fans, she felt like she had to.

That smile of hers got wider and wider. She looked away at the hoops and her mind lingered for a moment. While she was awaiting Ron's reply she hummed a wedding song and that old 'k-i-s-s-i-n-g' song that little girls used to sing.

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