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OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-18-2006, 06:44 AM

“You’d think Neville and that Luke kid would’ve given us a ride to town seeing as how they were going and we can’t exactly swoop in on brooms and all.” Ron was saying, as he buried his hands in his pockets and kicked a rock onto the road.

“The car only sits two people Ron,” Harry exclaimed.

“I guess it must be hard on the muggles driving those things then,” Ron said. “So why’s that so expensive when it only sits two people? You’d think a minivan would fetch more. You can fit loads of people in there.”

“Yeah, but the McLaren gets you there faster,” Harry explained.

“Not as quick as a Firebolt I bet,” Ron replied.

“Not as quick as Krum you mean,” Harry threw back and Ron blushed at that.

“He’s great Harry. Did you see the way he caught the snitch and saved Ottery?”

“Yeah. I was there too, remember?” Harry said.

“It was beautiful the way he swooped down and then around and came back for Otts. I should’ve asked him to get me his autograph. He’s sooo … ”

“Dreamy Ron?” Harry asked playfully.

“He’s the greatest Quidditch player that ever lived,” Ron said, his eyes tearing up at the thought. “And I got to see him play one of his greatest victories.”

“Ron, he’s only 19, I’m sure he’s got a long career ahead of him.”

“It was … breathtaking,” Ron continued, as a tear rolled down his cheek.

“Well, yeah, actually. It was,” Harry had to admit. Krum really was a singular talent. Harry was itching to try that Wronski Feint trick at his next match, but he thought he’d try it out with the boys at the burrow first. But with Ottery in prison and Mrs. Weasley in a worried uproar, and the presence of Neville’s Gran the mirth had to be kept in check.

Ron knelt down on the road suddenly making as if he were tying his shoelace and wiped his eye furtively, Harry smirked but looked away and pretended not to see anything.

“C’mon then Ron, unless you’re going to apparate us a McLaren.” Harry said.

“Race ya there,” Ron said running past him.

“You cheat. I’d beat you on a broom any day,” Harry yelled, running after him.

Ron was laughing and running, Harry chasing happily after him.

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OtterySt.Catchpole SS Featured Artist DA Poet Rupert is My Man! SS100 Triumphant Aethonan Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: The Wicked House Posts: 18,909 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ottery St. Catchpole Gryffindor Third Year	Please know my heart is in your hand ... ♥ Paris & Kellybear r luv :Read Otty 's fics:Gone With the Wind:I♥Rupert “You’d think Neville and that Luke kid would’ve given us a ride to town seeing as how they were going and we can’t exactly swoop in on brooms and all.” Ron was saying, as he buried his hands in his pockets and kicked a rock onto the road. “The car only sits two people Ron,” Harry exclaimed. “I guess it must be hard on the muggles driving those things then,” Ron said. “So why’s that so expensive when it only sits two people? You’d think a minivan would fetch more. You can fit loads of people in there.” “Yeah, but the McLaren gets you there faster,” Harry explained. “Not as quick as a Firebolt I bet,” Ron replied. “Not as quick as Krum you mean,” Harry threw back and Ron blushed at that. “He’s great Harry. Did you see the way he caught the snitch and saved Ottery?” “Yeah. I was there too, remember?” Harry said. “It was beautiful the way he swooped down and then around and came back for Otts. I should’ve asked him to get me his autograph. He’s sooo … ” “Dreamy Ron?” Harry asked playfully. “He’s the greatest Quidditch player that ever lived,” Ron said, his eyes tearing up at the thought. “And I got to see him play one of his greatest victories.” “Ron, he’s only 19, I’m sure he’s got a long career ahead of him.” “It was … breathtaking,” Ron continued, as a tear rolled down his cheek. “Well, yeah, actually. It was,” Harry had to admit. Krum really was a singular talent. Harry was itching to try that Wronski Feint trick at his next match, but he thought he’d try it out with the boys at the burrow first. But with Ottery in prison and Mrs. Weasley in a worried uproar, and the presence of Neville’s Gran the mirth had to be kept in check. Ron knelt down on the road suddenly making as if he were tying his shoelace and wiped his eye furtively, Harry smirked but looked away and pretended not to see anything. “C’mon then Ron, unless you’re going to apparate us a McLaren.” Harry said. “Race ya there,” Ron said running past him. “You cheat. I’d beat you on a broom any day,” Harry yelled, running after him. Ron was laughing and running, Harry chasing happily after him. __________________