Gus had been doing some standing stretches on the grass of the pitch, trying to be rid of the lingering soreness in her shoulders from their last match, when she heard her name. “Weasley!” she cried merrily, before she’d even heard Citrine share the news – when she heard first string, she barreled over to the younger redhead and slammed into her for a delighted hug.

“Well done!” she said, as if she hadn’t already heard. Besides, she had been badgering their coach and sponsor about Weasley’s growing talent for long enough that she was inordinately pleased to hear they’d seen sense and finally promoted her. “Ha, it’s going to be you and me up there now,” Gus said, as she released her from the hug; they’d get to chase together more often now. (Hopefully that wouldn’t make Miss Weasley reconsider her promotion.)

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