Hey, readers! Like I promised, here"s the Quidditch Cup for you to enjoy, CM style!
Chapter One- The Announcement
"Carina. It's time for dinner." Mum calls from down the hall, dragging me from my book land. I sigh, and close the book. Another day, another dinner where I am clearly not wanted by most of the people present.
"I have an announcement." Father says. "Due to a considerable contribution to St. Mungo's, the Minister of Magic has invited us to sit in the Top Box with him during the Quidditch World Cup." "Aww, yeah!" I exclaim, and punch the air. Father looks disapproving as usual. "What?" I snap, sitting back down. "I'm the best Chaser on the Ravenclaw team, in case you hadn't noticed."
"Anyways." Father continues. "I said yes, of course, so in two weeks time, be ready." This immediately starts a debate between Draco and I. "Ireland is definitely going to win." I say confidently. "No way." Draco responds. "Bulgaria has the best Seeker in the world!"
"But they have terrible defence!" I point out. I've always understood Quidditch better than Draco. "Ireland'll get past them easy!" "Yeah, right! And Lynch isn't a very good Seeker!" Draco retaliates. "Then how is Ireland in the World Cup?" I say. "Because they have good offence." Draco says, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Yeah, so logically, good offence on Ireland's side, plus bad defence on Bulgaria's side means Ireland wins!" I say triumphantly. My father rubs his head. "Quit it, you two!" He snaps. Draco and I fall silent instantly, but resume the discussion a second later.
"100 Galleons on Ireland!" I bet. "Fine! Two hundred on Bulgaria!" Draco snaps back. "Three hundred on Ireland!" I raise my bet. "I see a new Firebolt 2 in my future!" "Fine! Three hundred on Bulgaria!" Draco raises his bet. "And you already have a Firebolt, no fair!"
"Carina can spend her money in whatever she wants." Mum cuts in, but the both of us ignore her. We've moved on to discussing each player individually. "The Bulgarian Beaters suck!" I exclaim. "So do the Ireland Beaters!" Draco snaps back. "No they don't! Didn't you hear about last game?" I snap. "Why would I, Ireland sucks!" Draco says smugly. "Well, I can't hear you over the sound of my new Firebolt!" I smirk, wiping the smug look off Draco's face.
"And if you two are done," Father says. "I was saying that we will be leaving in exactly two weeks. I expect you two to get along." "Like that's possible." I mutter under my breath.