Dream 003
Warnings: None
Effects: Optional: elation, anticipation, exhaustion of the good kind
[The scene: A Quidditch pitch, not Hogwarts or any discernable location really beyond the unmistakable goal posts and stands. The crowd is roaring, clad in the colours of the country they're supporting - red and white for England, yellow for Spain. Anticipation is building and in front of the England goals, perched atop his broom, nervous but full of so much adrenaline and anticipation that he's practically buzzing is one Ronald Bilius Weasley. Captain of the England Quidditch Team. A momentous day, one he has worked so hard for but here it is, they're wherever they happen to be and they can do this, they can win this.
The crowd hushes for a moment but then the Golden Snitch is released, darting away as the Seekers race after it, ducking and diving and swooping in and out of sight, blurs of colours. The Quaffle is passed from player to player, Bludgers beaten after players and it isn't a pretty match but these things seldom are. England rack up some goals and Spain attempt to follow suit and they do from time to time because these are seasoned players at the top of their game.
The Snitch is spotted and the Seekers are diving for it, spiralling in tight loops but the Chasers will not be outdone and England are suddenly up before Spain grab it and pass it between them and one does have to admire the talent and speed, how assured they are with the Quaffle and then from out of nowhere a Bludger is coming towards Ron who has next to no time to get away but somehow he manages to twist, the Bludger a hairsbreadth from caving his nose in and the crowd releases a sigh of relief but the Quaffle! Determined, with next to no time to think he's moving aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand--
"A tremendous save!" The commentator roars, sounding close to wetting himself with excitement and pride, "Oh this young man here, destined for greatness, glory on top of glory!"
Ron pumps one fist in the air, roars like a lion - it's his trademark, something the commentator is quick to point out, a callback to his house that taught him so much - and then another roar goes up. The Snitch has been caught and England are the Quidditch World Cup winners!]
[Ron wakes with a grin, moves the Dreamberry out of the way and reclines comfortably, arms behind his head.]
Maybe one day...
Effects: Optional: elation, anticipation, exhaustion of the good kind
[The scene: A Quidditch pitch, not Hogwarts or any discernable location really beyond the unmistakable goal posts and stands. The crowd is roaring, clad in the colours of the country they're supporting - red and white for England, yellow for Spain. Anticipation is building and in front of the England goals, perched atop his broom, nervous but full of so much adrenaline and anticipation that he's practically buzzing is one Ronald Bilius Weasley. Captain of the England Quidditch Team. A momentous day, one he has worked so hard for but here it is, they're wherever they happen to be and they can do this, they can win this.
The crowd hushes for a moment but then the Golden Snitch is released, darting away as the Seekers race after it, ducking and diving and swooping in and out of sight, blurs of colours. The Quaffle is passed from player to player, Bludgers beaten after players and it isn't a pretty match but these things seldom are. England rack up some goals and Spain attempt to follow suit and they do from time to time because these are seasoned players at the top of their game.
The Snitch is spotted and the Seekers are diving for it, spiralling in tight loops but the Chasers will not be outdone and England are suddenly up before Spain grab it and pass it between them and one does have to admire the talent and speed, how assured they are with the Quaffle and then from out of nowhere a Bludger is coming towards Ron who has next to no time to get away but somehow he manages to twist, the Bludger a hairsbreadth from caving his nose in and the crowd releases a sigh of relief but the Quaffle! Determined, with next to no time to think he's moving aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand--
"A tremendous save!" The commentator roars, sounding close to wetting himself with excitement and pride, "Oh this young man here, destined for greatness, glory on top of glory!"
Ron pumps one fist in the air, roars like a lion - it's his trademark, something the commentator is quick to point out, a callback to his house that taught him so much - and then another roar goes up. The Snitch has been caught and England are the Quidditch World Cup winners!]
[Ron wakes with a grin, moves the Dreamberry out of the way and reclines comfortably, arms behind his head.]
Maybe one day...