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America vs England; Year 4 - Summer - WC Day 2/First Round
Topic Started: Dec 3 2014, 01:47:36 PM (3,340 Views)
Donatella Vercetti
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America versus England

America:

  • Chasers: John Buchanan, Anna Montgomery [Captain], and Owen Thompson.
  • Beaters: Ethel Turner and Pete Walker
  • Keeper: Andrew Grant
  • Seeker: Vanessa Grimes


Coach: Shane Hansen
Strengths: Intimidating offense, speedy chasers, agility
Weaknesses: Some plays are rushed which sometimes leads to mistakes, poor communication on the field, sometimes the players get disorganized.

England:

  • Chasers: Primrose Arlington [Captain], Mabel Garrott, and Frank Jennings.
  • Beaters: Ralph Cooper and Daniel Turner
  • Keeper: Harry Bott
  • Seeker: Violet Wilson


Coach: Jessica Weasley
Strengths: Strong beaters, good defense, strategic.
Weakness: Some teammates are first time World Cup players thus leading to small mistakes from bad nerves, quick tempers which can allot to a number of fouls, more susceptible to fumble and lose the Quaffle.

Referee: Zachary Paterson

MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR!
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Donatella Vercetti
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Glittering like a diamond, Donatella wore her pearls like a heart on a sleeve. Intoxicated with elation, Donatella smiled brightly as she climbed the staircase to the commentator’s box. Around her, the World Cup Stadium buzzed with excitement. Thousands of witches and wizards waited eagerly as the most-talked-about match dawned upon them. England and America’s rivalry extended back hundreds of years, and tonight they would finally face each other on the field.

A year ago, Donatella had been freed from Azkaban, indicted on false charges thrown at her by a criminal and her lackey. Sometimes when Donatella thought back to her brief time in Hell, she felt a frenzy of fury flare in her chest. Revenge was a natural reaction, but Donatella learned to accept and move on from the past. She was a free woman now, an icon. She had been a referee at the last World Cup, and now she was the show’s host, a rambunctious referee to keep the spirit of the game going.

The aurors at the door stepped aside to allow her entrance. ”Good evening!’ Donatella greeted her host partner, Eddie Carrow with a red kiss to his cheek.

”Oh!” Eddie exclaimed, surprise flitting across his boyish face. ”Donatella! A kiss from you is like a kiss from an angel. You’ve brought me to life dear!”

Donatella laughed heartily. Across the wizarding world, Carrow was known as an entertainer who specialized in jazz and comedy. He was a pureblood whom other purebloods often hired to play at their weddings or birthdays. He was a schmooze and a charm, but he was a must have to make a party really pop.

”Shall we get this show on the road? I feel like I’m graying with age. How long do we keep them waiting?”

”Oh, absolutely,” Donatella agreed, taking her seat at the window. She settled comfortably on the leather armchair and stared down into the enormous pit below. In a few minutes, the players would be spilling onto to the field and the match would begin. The audience could not be silenced. With a huff, Carrow sat beside her and cleared his throat preparedly. Out of habit, out of fear, Donatella threw a glance at the door to ensure the aurors were posted safely.

She took the stem of the microphone with her hand and brought it to her crimson lips:

”Gooooooood evening my little songbirds! And welcome to the long-awaited America versus England match! Let me hear you cheer!”

On cue, the crowd roared with life, a deafening thunder that vibrated Donatella’s chair. She laughed in response.

”Well, we are certainly in for an exciting show! I am your host, Donatella Vercetti, and this is my co-host, Eddie Carrow!”

”Hello ladies and gents, witches and wizards, trolls and elves alike! Are we ready to get this show rolling?!”

”Yes we are, Eddie! Yes we are. So, coaches, if you will, have a last few words with your teams.”

”Players, say goodbye to any dignity you think you might retain tonight.”

”Prepare yourselves.”

”And don’t forget to grab your snacks from the snack bar! The lines will be long at half-time.”

”There’s three minutes on the clock.”
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Jessica Weasley
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Soon it would be time for the England match to start. They were up against America and Jessica knew that she needed to focus on this; she was one of the only coaches around who actually knew how the team was feeling. She could remember her first world cup match; one of her teammates threw up out of fear while the other started blubbering about how they had to win this. Luckily they did, but they were knocked out the year after. It was only when she went back for the world cup after that did she realised how it could feel to actually win for your country. It was pretty amazing, she still had the metals and trophies back at home. But now here stood a team with mostly new players.

Frank Jennings, a Chaser, was back for the second world cup in a row. He was the type of guy who wouldn’t say a word on the pitch, but would tackle the other players with ease. He had the most fouls of them all. Then there was the captain and chaser, Primrose Arlington. A pureblooded witch who came from a posh family, she was determined and ruthless. She would yell at her other teammates on the pitch as though they were about to blow up, it was amusing to watch at times. The final chaser was Mabel Garrott, she had been playing for a few years and looked the most nervous of them all.

Daniel Turner and Ralph Cooper were the beaters; both looked as though they worked out twice a day every day and had been doing so for the past three years. They had struck up a friendship and began to play together outside of their teams, they were a strong combination. Harry Bott was a talented keeper who didn’t seem nervous at all, and stood next to him was their seeker Violet Wilson.

Jessica thought they had a shot at winning, but she knew that it could go either way. Both teams were strong and it was a smack in the face when they realised that they had to go up against a team which matched them. But it would be a good challenge and a good match. Jessica thought about Amelia and her friends sitting in the booth which was reserved for Jessica and the manager of the team. They would be screaming their heads off.

“Right, we’ve been over this a thousand times so I won’t jinx it with another one. Frank, watch your fouls on the pitch okay? Same goes for you Violet.” Jessica said looking between the team. “No cobbing, no flacking and watch out for your teammates. Communication is key. You guys know the plan, let’s go out there and win alright?”

“What if we don’t win?” Mabel spoke up, Jessica shrugged her shoulders. “Then we’ll congratulate the American team and go get a drink. We did good to make it to this round, but don't think about what if we lose. Think, we will win. Got it?” Jessica knew that it was fifty fifty, they all knew it was fifty fifty. She turned around to see a coordinator say that Donatella had begun announcing their names. It was time to go. “Good luck, and listen out for me.” Jessica picked up her own broom and smiled to the team before leaving the area and heading up to her section of the stadium. Once she got there she dashed over to where she could see the whole pitch. It was bloody massive. She dropped her broom and looked around the stadium. This was going to be a good match.
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Booker DeWitt
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THE FALSE PROPHET

Up in the presidential box, Prime Minister Booker DeWitt struck a match and ignited the tip of his cigar in flames. The lounge was alive with excitable chatter and speculation. Drinks were being poured, handshakes forged, cigarette smoke filtering into an air of promise. Quietly, his nursed the tobacco as he glared onto the pitch below. There was nothing to be excited about when he already knew what team would win.

Among the ranks were a few familiar faces: Collin Wickham and his son Theodore Wickham, Don Draper, Dean Draper and Jane Holloway. Max Rowle and Oliver Rowle. Timothy DeWitt, Arnold Rosier, and Richard Gaunt. Along with the charming presence of Daniel Yaxley and his wife, Charlotte. Outside the front door, ten aurors were posted for protection.

”That Donatella broad,” Booker mused, exhaling smoke from his nostrils. ”She’s a looker, ain’t she?” He rose his eyebrows suggestively as he spoke of her as a prized possession.

”Oh, certainly!” Timothy piped in agreement, eager to agree to his uncle’s every word.
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Amelia Weasley
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Amelia screamed from her position, the Saint George's Cross was painted on her cheeks as she wrapped an England flag around her body like a cape. Her mother darted into the room, which she had invited Dave’s family to, as well as the others from their tent. Amelia was excited for this; the whole Weasley family was in the section all cheering on the England team. She could see to her left there was another box with a bunch of fans in while to her right the stalls started. “I can’t wait to see what the opening show is like!” Her mother was angry with her this morning, but now she was more focused on how the match would go rather than the tattoo on Amelia’s thigh. It was a mistake but hey, at least it looked pretty.

“ENG-A-LAND!” Amelia began to chant with those around her, nothing had even happened yet but she fed of the excitement and energy of the stadium. Soon the team would fly out and perform their opening acts before the game would start. She noticed that the seats were filling up quickly now, but everyone was just a blank face to her. No one from the stalls stood out, they were all too small.
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Young and determined, Precious Lestrange, disguised as a long-lost relative, Orion Lestrange, marched down the corridor with her shoulders stiffly pushed back and her chin upward. Though her appearance was slightly adjusted, her terse movements and actions strongly resembled those of Undesirable Number One, but thankfully she would be hidden exclusively in the protection of Prime Minister DeWitt’s lounge, where other white-collared criminals and gangsters would draw attention away from her.

Jax Lestrange and Vivi Dolohov walked ahead of her, maintaining a barrier of space as deemed appropriate. The excitement was palpable, but the trio held a mutual state of disinterest. So as long as Russia made it far enough to gloat about. Precious didn’t wager on matches foolishly.

”Mr. Lestrange,” greeted an auror. ”No wife? Came alone, eh?”
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Disinterest flitted across Jackson’s stone features. ”No,” he said calmly, glancing mischievously at Orion Lestrange. ”I haven’t seen her since she escaped from Azkaban.” Lying to authority was an evil in itself, but no one could be trusted these days. Even if these men had sworn their alliance to Booker DeWitt, the most crooked criminal of all, Jax could not bring himself to trust his wife’s secret with strangers.

”Are these your daughters?” The auror pestered again.

”No time for small talk,” Vivi snapped. ”We are going to miss the match.” Slightly put off from her impatience, the auror glanced at his comrades questioningly. Each man had the same stupid, dog-like expression on his face, and Vivi wanted to claw their eyes out with her nails. Each and every one of them.

”Sure.” He replied, turning toward the door. He raised his wand and murmured a few spells. Vivi crossed her arms and tapped her foot as she waited. ”It’s all yours.”
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”Next time do not take so long or you will lose your job.” Vivi threatened with a snap of her fingers. Aggravation flooded her cheeks like a solar flare. The auror held a look of poignant disbelief. A few of his comrades snickered in amusement. Clearly finished with their conversation, Vivi pressed on and brushed passed him.

Jax, Precious, and Vivi entered the DeWitt Suite.

Vivi was immediately pummeled by tobacco smoke. She glanced around and categorized the identities of every member present. She noticed the overwhelming ratio of female to men. Most of the men present had a reputation for being shady “business” dealers, crooks, gangsters. She was aware that they all had one common interest in the World Cup: Siphoning a profit off of the matches. Mr. DeWitt was a keen gambler on quidditch matches. He never lost money.

”Well, I cannot say I am not surprised,” Vivi said to Orion, hands on her hips. It was always the same group of people. Only a handful of them ran the world, and Vivi just happened to be fortunate enough to be born into the royalty.
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”What’s there to be surprised about, Vasilevskaia?” Annik pronounced her granddaughter’s full-name expertly. With a native Russian tongue, difficult foreign names were nothing but a flicker to Annik. ”Quidditch is a men’s sport.” She tilted her head. ”Sometimes. But I don’t have an interest in it.” Annik’s eyes shifted skeptically to the faces that surrounded her.

Everyone was chatting politely, past grudges forgotten in the blink of an eye. She was among family and friends, but even as a matriarch, she still felt an overwhelming desire to protect them rather than trust the lazy ensemble of aurors outside. ”And Booker - the man’s so filthy rich, it’s disgusting. This suite is big enough to hold every Hogwarts student.” She hoped he had heard her statement.

”Make yourself at home, Vasilevskaia.” Annik said. She reached out to touch a ringlet of golden hair, a common trait in Dolohov and Kross women. Most of her grandchildren had been born as little blonde bundles with ocean-blue eyes. ”Get comfortable. We’ll be here a while. Are you hungry? Do you want me to bring you something to eat?” Annik couldn’t help but feel like she was betraying Vera. And chillingly, the thought of that slightly frightened her.

Vivi smiled slowly, a pearly grin laced with mania. ”No thank you.”
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Dean twirled Jane around in a circle, chuckling warmly as he watched her golden curls fly wildly into the air. Her perfume intoxicated him, and each time he caught a whiff of it he felt an alarming sense of euphoria. He was in high spirits: He was among family, he was privileged to be invited to the Prime Minister’s box, and he was eager to win. It was Arnold that had convinced Dean to shoot for all or nothing, and Dean found relief in the knowledge that Booker had the match under control.

He glanced across the room and noted the arrival of his grandmother. For her age, Dean had to admit that she still retained her youthful beauty. He wondered if she still drew men with her dangerous appeal - though he doubted that she accepted their advances. Annik was the type of witch to slice off a hand if it had been raised at her. It was then that Dean realized that Jane was a bleeding animal in a tank of sharks.

”Oof!” He huffed as Jane crashed into him in a fit of giggles. ”Janie, baby, you almost spilled my drink. Be gentle with me, huh? I’m a mess of nerves right now.” Dean lifted the flute in his hand higher out of Jane’s reach. Though he was sure Booker wouldn’t cry over spilt champagne, there was no telling what kind of impression Jane would make if she went around dropping things.

”Two minutes!” Donatella’s voice rang through the stadium, through every corridor, bathroom, and VIP box.

”I’m shaking in my seat!”
Eddie added.

”We should make a toast.” Dean suggested aloud. Arnold, Timothy, and Daniel nodded in agreement.
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Quinn Paterson
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“I’m so nervous, what if I fuck this up?”

“You won’t, it’s weird that you are acting so scared. What’s gotten into you?” Quinn crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at her brother, Zack, who was sat on the bench rubbing his hands together and looking at the floor. Ever since they had stepped in there and seen the players he had been a nervous wreck, it was his first big referee job and he knew that he was good but right now… Quinn couldn’t describe it. She looked at Billie, who she had dragged along with her, and shrugged.

“I don’t fucking know. I’m worried it’ll fuck up my career or whatever. I don’t have anything to fall back on.” Zack said, he looked up at the two girls and then sighed. “Fuck it, I can do this. Right?” Zack pushed himself up and Quinn nodded. “Of course you can Z! Don’t let your head fall off.” Zack nodded at Quinn’s words and quickly rushed to his locker to grab his safety equipment.

Suddenly it dawned on her, did she act like this? Quinn hoped that she didn’t but as she thought about it everything felt a bit clearer. Her brother was strong minded and strong in general, but here he was breaking down and being a nervous wreck. Just because you get upset and openly get scared it doesn’t mean that you are a weak pathetic thing… Quinn gulped. Her opinion of herself was so low, it was hard to even think something positive and believe it. But somehow, seeing her brother act this way and then hearing it in her mind made everything click. Quinn turned to Billie. “Am I like that?”
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"There's always little league, Billie yelled, encouragingly, at Willy's retreating back, "No shame in it!" He wouldn't be making as much money, but there would always be a need for good referees. Right? The Gryffindor was certain he'd be fine. It seemed that doubting oneself ran in the family. It wasn't something Vi could understand. Her parents had never been particularly encouraging... or even the alternative. Yet both her and her brother had turned out the wrong kind of confident. Still, self doubt seemed a benign and crippling substitute. Clearly, the young girl had scratched any of her own encounters with self doubt from memory.

Bakers were tough, you know? That was just how it was. Family crest and all that jazz.

Vi turned back to Quinn, smirk set in place, "Like what, little sparra?" Innocence was a hard thing to pull off these days. Far more fun to tease people when they asked questions they already knew the answers to.

"Hey, these are pretty bleeding cool, though," Billie waved her binoculars around haphazardly, "Wonder if I can catch someone making out under the bleachers." Maybe she'd spot the Elliots, but that was a far lamer goal. Somehow, the excitement of being dragged here had made Billie forget about what was troubling her. At least for a little while. Vi's mom had been right, sending her back. "Or worse." Vi elbowed Caitlyn teasingly, who'd come with the two to watch the match, and leaned over the railing as far as she could without falling.
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Quinn watched her brother as he slammed his locker shut and turned around to look at the door to the stadium. He picked up his broom and a warning call was heard echoing through the corridors. It was time to get out there, for him at least. Before Quinn could reply to Billie her brother came over and hugged her. “Good luck!” Quinn yelled as Zack pulled back and turned to get out of the door. “Hey, go get your seats.” Zack yelled holding up the badges which he had given her and her friends so they could get good seats. Quinn nodded and then turned to take the other two up to their seats. As they walked Quinn sighed.

“Like… I don’t know. Giving up so easily and all that sort of stuff I guess. Always doubting myself…” Quinn fell into thought as they finally got to their standing positions. Billie was messing around with her binoculars and made a few jokes about people making out, although Quinn wondered whether everyone would be attending this match. She knew that the best time to go and get food would be during the match, but that would cause her to miss whatever was going on. “Should we get some food?” Quinn questioned looking between Billie and Caitlyn.
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Caitlyn sat near her two fellow fifth year griffindoors, happy to have some company.
Beside her, she felt Billie elbow her and make a comment about people making out under the stands, or even worse. The young Weasley pretended to widened her eyes in shock, and then sniggered, "Wouldn't suprise me." Giggling, she thought of something else she would usually slap herself for thinking. "I feel sorry for whoever has to clean up under the stands.Who knows what they might find." Of course the comment was referring to the more dirty things one could find under the stands.

Caitlyn smiled when Quinn mentioned food. "Sounds tempting." In other words, Caitlyn was saying hell yeah.
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Quinn Paterson
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“I don’t wanna think about what they will find.” Quinn said bobbing her tongue out and shaking her head at what Caitlyn has said. However, it did make her laugh a little bit. She didn’t think that anyone would actually risk sneaking off at a place with so many cameras and people; then again some people just wanted a death wish. “Imagine all the mouldy food?!” Quinn exclaimed with a gasp, but that just made her laugh for a second time. It was a horrible thought, but it didn’t made her any less hungry.

“One of us would need to go get something.” Quinn pulled her purse from her pocket and looked what was inside; the money her father had given her had not yet been spent. She began to wonder what she could buy and if she could be quick enough. “I think I’ll head down there and grab something for us.” Quinn suddenly decided pulling back from the rails and rushing off down to the food court. It was pretty lucky that no one was in line when she got there, so she darted over and ordered some popcorn and drinks for the three of them. Just as she was waiting for the popcorn a blonde tuff of hair appeared out of nowhere. Her gasp was loud enough for the guy to hear, he turned around and looked at her.

Was he smirking? No, he just looked bored. Bored of all things! Like he didn’t even care that she was there, that he was disinterested. Her heart smacked against her chest and she felt her palms begin to clam up. Quinn grabbed the food and her change and quickly moved to the side of the cart. What was she going to do? She gulped and looked around, Vi wasn’t here anymore. She had to face it on her own and just… Just walk past him. As she closed her eyes and muttered a pep talk to herself a voice spoke up. “Oh, it’s you. Huh. I’m surprised you made it.” Quinn felt her throat close up as Ezra Nott sipped from his plastic cup. She opened her eyes and there he was.
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Ezra was surprised to see that the little pipsqueak was alive, he expected her to be stuck in Italy or something. Maybe his mother’s plan wasn’t as bad as he thought; he frowned as he looked at her. She looked as though she was just about to throw up, it felt good to strike someone with such fear but at the same time it was useless. He couldn’t do anything to her at the risk of himself, when his family made a promise they kept to it. Well, most of the time. Well… It depended on the situation. Ezra had gotten his revenge and that was that. One life threatening act for another life threatening act, but the way she acted. It was as though she hadn’t tried to beat the life out of him. Ezra scoffed. “I get that playing the victim is ‘your thing’,” The air quotation marks were pretty obvious. “but it’s beginning to get old. I mean, it wasn’t like I tried to murder you first.” Ezra sneered. Quinn scowled.

“You beat me up…” Quinn found her voice, but it only lasted a second. Ezra let out a small laugh. “Oh please, I didn’t do that. Two guys in the year above did, but you tried to kill me. You made it deadly.” Ezra rolled his eyes. He didn’t have time for such pathetic weasels.

“If you want to believe that I’m coming after you then believe it, but I have no intention in doing so. It does me nothing.” Ezra felt the need to elaborate that. She would never tell anyone else that she was the one who hurt Ezra, not in the school anyway. So he was safe on that part, and they didn’t do any of the dirty work when it came to the girl somehow getting dumped in another country. He could pass any test to prove that, his mother had it all planned. Ezra yawned and turned away, walking to the booth him and his family possessed. It was joined to a lot of other families, so hopefully he would be able to speak to Cordelia and tell her about this hilarious incident.
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All Quinn could do was stand there in utter shock, what had just happened? What had actually just happened? Her throat was closing up and her body was freezing up, but she shook her head and watched as Ezra disappeared into the stands. Once he was gone she quickly darted back to the others, taking her spot against the railing and putting down the popcorn bags and drinks. But she was out of breath; her eyes darted around as she began to wonder where exactly he was in here. But he said he didn’t care, he even yawned. What had just happened?

“I hope you guys like popcorn.” Quinn tried to smile, but it felt awkward. She had to do it though; they couldn’t know what had just happened. Not until Quinn figured that out for herself. So he looked out to the pitch and clapped her hands together. Was he not going to bother her anymore? Quinn had to hope for the best, but she knew that his words didn’t mean anything if she kept shying away from everyone and doubting herself. It was a horrible loop to be stuck in and she had been stuck in it since her fourth year began.
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Charlie entered the World Cup stadium decked out head to toe in England colors and team apparell. Drink in one hand, popcorn and small team flag in the other, he awkwardly made his way through the aisles, scooting between other match goers. This was his first match outside of Hogwarts and was beyond excited. He had never been to anything like this. It was so much more than he imagined.

Finally giving up trying to find any familiar face, he forcefully sat down. Glancing next to him, he realized he had placed himself in a small group of girls. He had made himself a seat between a short, dark haired girl and longer, dark haired one. One of them almost seemed ill but the other he recognized as Billie Baker. She was often around with his friend Beck. He grinned at her. The other two looked at him blankly.

"Oh, right," he exlaimed, dusting his hand off on the side of his pants. Then he stuck it out for either to take. "Charlie, at your service. Didn't mean to barge in there, I just figured it was rather pointless to keep trying to find an open seat and making one seemed like the best option!" He smiled wildly at the three girls.

"Perfect day for a quidditch match if you ask me," again smiling widely, he looked out on the field. Amazing! He couldn't see anyone yet but knew it had to be about time. Fidgeting his legs up and down in his seat, he looked around. "Exciting, isn't it? Anyone know when the game is starting??"
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i've become so tired, so much more aware

Quinn shuffled in her seat as she tried to ignore the question that was pushing itself into her mind over and over again; it was hard to ignore your own thought. Quinn let out a breath she had been holding in while thinking and looked down, that was when she realised how high up they actually were. It was still amazing to be here, she had to at least admit that. She pushed her hand into the popcorn as she rooted around for a few to eat. Once she grabbed some at random she threw it into her mouth. It was sweet. She smiled at the taste and stood up to look back out to the field. It should be starting soon.

Suddenly some guy came and sat with them, Quinn turned to look at him and almost gasped when she realised who it was. The guy cemented her belief by telling them his name, even though they were all in the same Hogwarts house. Although Quinn only knew it because of Billie, otherwise would have had no clue. She held out her hand and shook his hand with a small giggle. “I’m Quinn, that’s Caitlyn and I’m pretty sure you know Billie.” The sudden appearance of Charlie made her smile a bit; a cute guy would always take your mind off something. It was kind of working at well. Quinn made a note that she should keep talking to him, even if she got really nervous.

“Soon, I mean my brother… Oh! There he is!” Quinn pointed onto the pitch.

The referee, Zack Paterson, flew onto the pitch with the quaffle in his hands. He waited at the side of the pitch.

“He had to take so many exams and flying tests to become one, it’s pretty cool.” Quinn admitted, she never knew how hard it was to become a referee until she heard what her brother actually had to do to become one.
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cry baby, cause i laugh through my tears
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Antoine sat in the stands next to Merida. Iso sat on his other side. This was a whole new experience for Antoine. It wasn't often that he was able to go to sporting events. In fact, typically he was too poor to even think about it.

This time however, Merida had convinced him to go as a birthday present. And as a way to reintroduce magic as something good to Iso. Glancing over towards Merida, Antoine offered her his water bottle. Her hangover couldn't be feeling all that great.

As soon as the quidditch players started flying the little girl was mesmerized. And for that Antoine was thankful. At least she wasn't screaming and crying. Probably because wands weren't actually being drawn out.
I just wanna say, I remember conversations, before I gave up on me
and if it's any consulation I remember everything

And you can't take that, no you can't take that away .
You were the one who saved me, and you can't take that away.
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