Post by Elienp on Nov 17, 2011 10:24:30 GMT -8
Title: No time to be angry
Rating: T
Warning: None
Words: 239
Summary: Fred had a tough time focusing on the match.
Fred beat the bludger away with all his strength.
He was angry, furious, ready to hit whatever would come close to him, balls or players, brooms or birds. They'd better stay away from him and his wooden club.
Though he was used to respecting the rules, he felt like being violent, more than necessary, more than what was allowed.
Unfortunately, the responsible of this urge couldn't be targeted. It wouldn't do any good to the team if one of the beaters suddenly attacked the keeper, would it?
Fred had to restrain himself, and that was hard, harder than he'd have thought, to throw the bludger straight to his little bother.
He couldn't possibly hurt Ron, could he? Of course not, much less when, actually, he had no right to be angry. He had no reason to be crossed at his brother because of his friendship with the girl he had feelings for.
That would be ridiculous, totally ridiculous...
If only Hermione would stop looking at Ron and watch him instead then, perhaps, and only perhaps, he'd be able to calm down and focus on the game. That or the George hitting his broom with his club. His twin's hit hadn't been very hard, yet it'd been violent enough to make Fred understand it was time to switch his mind, and heart, off.
Now was the time to play Quidditch, later would come the one to deal with his feelings.
Rating: T
Warning: None
Words: 239
Summary: Fred had a tough time focusing on the match.
Fred beat the bludger away with all his strength.
He was angry, furious, ready to hit whatever would come close to him, balls or players, brooms or birds. They'd better stay away from him and his wooden club.
Though he was used to respecting the rules, he felt like being violent, more than necessary, more than what was allowed.
Unfortunately, the responsible of this urge couldn't be targeted. It wouldn't do any good to the team if one of the beaters suddenly attacked the keeper, would it?
Fred had to restrain himself, and that was hard, harder than he'd have thought, to throw the bludger straight to his little bother.
He couldn't possibly hurt Ron, could he? Of course not, much less when, actually, he had no right to be angry. He had no reason to be crossed at his brother because of his friendship with the girl he had feelings for.
That would be ridiculous, totally ridiculous...
If only Hermione would stop looking at Ron and watch him instead then, perhaps, and only perhaps, he'd be able to calm down and focus on the game. That or the George hitting his broom with his club. His twin's hit hadn't been very hard, yet it'd been violent enough to make Fred understand it was time to switch his mind, and heart, off.
Now was the time to play Quidditch, later would come the one to deal with his feelings.
Well done! I love this!
I had my Hermione/Fred time ;D
