#(if this sucks its bc i havent written anything of substance all year oops)

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lifting someone up out of excitement/ George and Circe

Let it be known, Circe Shafiq knew nothing of quidditch. She barely knew the names of the balls used, she didn’t understand the scoring system, she didn’t know the players roles bar the twins being beaters. However don’t be convinced that she didn’t show up to nearly every match at Hogwarts. All those players looked great in their uniforms and she had to support the twins of course, even if she was chilled to the bone in the stands. 

Lee’s calling something from his own stand but really, Circe is barely listening to him. She’s in the front of a Hufflepuff stand, leaning her chin on her arms, a delicate smile curved on her lips as her gaze flickered between George and Fred.

Harry flies passed, catching Circe’s attention for a moment and she lets her pale eyes follow him. He seems determined but from where she’s sat, she can’t spot the snitch. When she looks away from him, she notices George drifting to a stop by the Hufflepuff stand, seemingly taking a breather. He glances up, catching her eye and throws her a wave with his club. She beams widely back at him, giving a small wiggle of her fingers in reply. Then, she shoots up to her feet, jabbing a finger off in the direction behind him.

“Watch it!” she shouts. Quickly, George turns and whaps the bludger heading for him. The bludger goes wide, disappearing back into the fray of the match. She breathes a sigh of relief, then huffs a short laugh when the Weasley twin looks back at her with a thumbs up and a grin.

He flies off again and Circe settles back into her seat, re-crossing and resting her arms on the stand’s edge. Her chin drops back onto them shortly after.

As the game continues, the hufflepuff finds her mind drifting, head slipping until her cheek is pressed into her forearm, warmed by the wool of her yellow and black house sweater. She’s got charms homework back in the common room and her mind flickers through proper spell pronunciations and wand movements. She mentally flips through it all alphabetically, sunflower yellow painted fingernails tapping on the wood. The players and the pitch are practically a blur in front of her unfocused eyes, all shifting merging colours that shot around undefined. She’s not even sure who’s winning.

Then, all at once, it’s a cacophony of cheers from all around her. People are jumping out of their seats in nearly all the stands; in her own, the students bustle her from every side. Blinking back into focus, she notes Harry pumping his fist with a golden glimmer twixt his fingers. Gryffindor had won! She leaps out of her seat herself with an excited shout, finding herself turning and sprinting down the stairs.

She’s a glint of bright solid yellow in the sea of red as she races onto the pitch with a bunch of Gryffindor students. She’s not the first to reach the team and she bumped around by the other excited teens, all loudly cheering for and crowding around the victors. Most flock to Harry and Circe splits from them after a punch to his shoulder to knock into George’s side. He turns to her, grinning wide and sweeps her in a hug, lifting her off her feet as he spins them around. All Circe can do is laugh, arms wrapping around his neck to steady herself as he finally stops spinning to instead bounce cheerily from foot to foot, chanting ‘we won!’ as he did. 

@hughstheforcelou