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Percy grinned widely. The wind blowing through his hair ruffling his curls. He flew faster and faster. The broom dipping and spinning high up in the air. He heard Oliver curse as he threw the quaffle through the hoop again. Marcus whooped, "That's game! We win again!" Oliver groaned. "It's not fair that you get Perce!" Marcus just laughed as Oliver pouted. "We're making sure you're prepared for the last game!" Oliver sighed, "If we'll even be able to play! We're still down a Chaser." Penny grinned from beside him, "I know the perfect person for the job." Percy looked at her expectantly only to see her looking right at him. "Oh no! I can't do it. The twins would never agree. They'd probably send a bludger my way on purpose!" Oliver scrunched his nose up, "I'll sort them out." Percy was hopeful. He loved flying and would kill to play quidditch! He felt himself smile. His friends grinned back their faces lighting up. "I'm in!" *Oliver couldn't stop smiling at practice the next day. Everyone kept side eying him. "Alright guys! Good news! I found us a Chaser!" "Thanj Godric!" Alicia said. "He should be here any minute-" "I'm slightly regretting my decision" a voice called. Fred turned and stared disbelievingly at Percy. "This is our Chaser?!" Oliver's cheerful expression dropped and he glared at Fred. "Do you have a problem with that?" Fred raised his arms in surrender. "Alright! Alright." * Goal after goal. No one could stop him. Everyond was wide eyed in amazment. Percy Weasley was the best player they had ever seen. He was in tune with his broom. He almost seemed to ride the wind. * Fred aproached a wind swept Percy. He was laughing and he smiled bigger and more guinune then Fred had ever seen him. But he couldn't help but notice how as soon as he saw Fred his smile dimmed and grdw forced. He watched him warely as if waiting for him to pounce. "Good job Percy! Since when can you play?" Before Percy could answer a muscular guy with black wavy hair moved slightly in front of him. "Perce loves quidditch. We've played together since first year." Fred realized it was Marcus Flint. He looked at him confused. He had called him Perce. "I didn't know you knew Percy." Flint rolled his eyes "Duh." Before Fred had a chance to say anything a small blond ran and hugged Percy. "I'm so proud of you! The scouts were in the stands behind me and they loved you! Everyone was like who's that amazing Chaser and I was like that's my best friend and-" Percy laughed. "Pen take a breath! Or you'll be the one swooning all over the place!" The girl laughed. Fred watched in a daze as Oliver joined the three and they talked and laughed as they moved towards the castle. Fred could tell they were obviously close as they shoved and giggled up the hill. And for the first time Fred wondered who Percy really was. Nothing about his older brother seemed to add up.