Desdemona Meier was excited. She was currently in the bathroom she shared with her two sisters getting ready for the 1994 Quidditch Cup. Ophelia, Desdemona's younger sister, was sitting on the edge of the tube watching Susan Meier, the girl's mother, put Irish themed charms on Desdemona's face so she looked like an Irish cheerleader. With a swoop of her wand, Gretchen transformed Desdemona's eyes from their crystal blue to an emerald green that matched her two sisters' natural eye color. Ophelia watched excitedly, chatting a million miles a minute about how she hoped to get the seeker of the Bulgarian team, Victor Krum's, autograph. Desdemona smiled at her red headed sister, who she affectionately calls Elia, as their mom moved away from her allowing Desdemona to gather her long blonde hair into a side ponytail and tie it with some green ribbon.
She left the two in the bathroom and went up to her older sister Juliet's room. Letti, as Juliet was commonly known, was not in the bathroom because she was lying sick in her bed. No matter what potions Gretchen or the two female house elves, Pinky and Jazzy, gave the raven haired beauty, she was not getting well, leading the local med wizard to be called. He had declared that it was a muggle born virus and Juliet just needed to sleep it off. While the oldest Meier daughter was happy that it wasn't life threatening, she was severely disappointed that she wouldn't be able to attend the World Cup. Especially since their father Wilhelm had just been named the newest Minister of Muggle/Wizard Business Affairs. They were going to get to sit in the Minister of Magic's box. They had heard that not only were they going to be in the Minister's box, but share it with the long time family friends, the Weasley's. This is what disappointed Juliet the most. She was entering her fifth year and had just received her Perfect's badge a few days before the cup and wanted to hold it over George and Fred whom she had had a long standing feud with ever since they blew up her favorite doll when she was five. She also was hopping to see Percy who she had always had a bit of a crush on.
Desdemona knocked on her sister's door and walked into the blue and bronze covered room. Juliet, along with Desdemona and Ophelia, were sorted into Ravenclaw. They had followed in their mother's footsteps into the house that prized intelligence and wit above all else. Their father, who was the son of German Wizard immigrants, had been a Gryffindor so he would tease his wife and daughters. He had known the infamous James and Lily Potter, but had not been part of their inner circle as they were a few years behind him. Even though Wilhelm and Susan were both pureblood wizards, they had not joined Voldemort in his quest for power and had, instead, become members of the Order of Phoenix. While some saw this as odd, the family completely understood their reasoning. Wilhelm's grandparents, both sides, as well as his parents who were only children at the time, had fled Germany in the 1930's when Hitler rose to power. When the Minister of Magic in German had met with Hitler, he was killed and Hitler started a secret war against the magical world. Watching Voldemort rise to power echoed the stories that his grandparents had told him as he grew up. It never crossed his mind to join the deatheaters.
Juliet opened her green eyes and saw her sister walk into the room.
"Hey Dessi," Juliet said in a weak voice, "You look cute."
"Thanks Letti," Dessi said as she crossed the room and sat on the bed next to her older sister, "You should see Elia. I don't think she has been this excited since last year when she found out second years could try out for the house team."
"Oh, she is going to look so cute. I am sure she's really excited Ginny's going to be there too," Juliet said as she set up.
"I think she would be more excited if Luna was going to be there, but she is still off in Sweden with her dad," Dessi replied.
"So, I heard the Malfoys are going to be there. I am not exactly upset I am missing that," Juliet said.
"At least Draco doesn't look at you like you are a piece of meat," Dessi said as she rolled her eyes.
"Oh hunny. He doesn't look at you like meat, he looks at you like his future wife and mother of his children," Juliet said before bursting out in laughter.
"Thanks Letti. That is exactly how I want to spend the rest of my life. Floating around Malfoy Mannor, popping out blond children, look down my nose at muggle borns, sneering across the table at my husband every night, and, of course, having no opinions of my own," Dessi said with sarcasm.
"Yeah, plus you have always been partial to red heads," Juliet said, smiling as she lied back down.
"Hey! You know you are the only one who knows that I like George. You and I both know that mum and dad would have a field day with that. They think that he and Fred are trouble makers," Dessi said in a whisper.
"I wonder where they would have gotten that idea," Letti replied looking at her sister with a raised eyebrow.
"Whatever Letti. I am just glad Hermionie is going to be there. I haven't seen there since she came over for our birthdays," Dessi said after rolling her eyes, "I am going to go finish getting ready. Get some sleep and I will tell you about everything tomorrow when we get back."
Dessi left her sister's room and went down the hall to her own room. While she was just as proud to be a Ravenclaw as her older sister, Dessi decorated her room in bright pinks. She had white furniture. Along one wall was a large mosaic of pictures of her friends. There were random Ravenclaws, a few Huffelpuffs, but mostly, there were her and her sisters. Even though they were not in the same year and had friends that were in their years and their classes, they were their own best friends.
It was strange, even among the wizarding world for siblings to be so close. The reasoning, however, was that all of their lives, their parents had been running and building a global corporation. It has stretched from the wizarding world to the muggle one. As a result, the sisters were often left in the care of the house elves. They were the only ones they had most of the time. They each developed and played their roles. Letti was the little mom. She watched out for her sisters and came up with their grand schemes. Elia was the athletic one. It was no surprise to her sisters when she was chosen as the Ravenclaw keeper last year and she was always the one who climbed out the window. Dessi was the politician of the girls. She could get them out of anything. She was bubbly and was usually brought along to functions by her father because she could schmooze and make anyone like her. At school, the girls would always have lunch together, it was their time. All of their friends knew it.
A few hours later, Wilhelm, Dessi, and Elia were emerging from the scaffolding into the Minster of Magic's box at the top of the stadium. Susan had decided to stay home with Letti. The three had already set up their tent and were now excited to see the game. Wilhelm lacked his daughter's Irish garb, but reveled to them that he was wearing a green Irish shirt under his robes. Dessi and Elia were both in jeans and green shirts that had the Irish players flying over the front of them. Their faces were painted with shamrocks. When Wilhelm has seen Dessi's eyes he was entirely surprised.
"Dessi, love, what happened to you beautiful eyes?" He had asked with concern in his voice.
"Don't worry dad, they are just for the game. All I need to do is die my hair red and I'll look like Elia," Dessi replied kissing her father on the cheek before taking hold of the portkey.
When the three of them entered the box, the rest of the box was focused on the field, waiting for the game to start. Thankfully, the Minister was not their yet. Wilhelm was first, followed by Dessi and then Elia, each helping the person behind them. Elia pushed excitedly through the entry way to the front of the box.
"Wilhelm, long time no see," Arthur Weasley said as he and Wilhelm shared what can only be described as a "bro hug".
"I know. It has been a busy time. Adjusting to the new position and all. How is your lovely wife?" Wilhelm asked his friend as they moved towards their seats.
"Like anyone would call that filthy woman lovely," Dessi heard a voice say in a very low tone from behind her. Recognizing the voice immedelty, she turned around.
"Malfoy, do you really think that is a polite thing to say?" Dessi asked.
Draco smirked as she looked him the eyes with an expression of disgust on her face. "I am just saying the truth, Desdemona. Isn't that what all you Ravenclaws are always striving for?"
"We strive for intelligence Malfoy, something you would know little about," Dessi replied, hating how he used her real name.
"Desdemona, do I hear a bit of anger in your voice? Is that anyway for a vice-Minister's daughter to talk?" Draco said, still smirking as he came closer to her and put his hands on her shoulders.
Dessi quickly took a step back and shoved Draco's hands off of her, "I think how I act and how I talk is of little concern to you Draco."
Draco took a step closer and put a hand on her cheek. In an almost sweet voice he said, "See, you can say it Dessi." With that, he kissed her opposite cheek and came out of the entrance enclave to his seat.
Dessi moved out of the entry way to where she could see the rest of the people. Elia had already taken a seat at the front of the box and was almost hanging over the edge. She moved to the seat next to her, when she felt someone grab her arm. She whirled around, afraid to see Draco again, but was pleasantly surprised to see George Weasley holding onto her arm.
"I don't think you can sit there Dessi," George said with no hint of humor on his face.
Concerned Dessi responded, "Why not George?"
"Because, Fred and I saved you a spot over here," he replied, allowing a smile to break out all over his face, "Besides, Ginny, Ron, Harry, and Hermione just went down to get some snacks and stuff and when they get back, Ginny will claim the spot next to your dear sister."
Dessi laughed and allowed George to lead her to a seat between himself and his brother. "I thought you two always said nothing could come between you?" She asked with a laugh in her voice as she sat down.
"What can we say, we are suckers for birds with blonde hair, isn't that right George?" Fred said with a smile.
"Oh, that is a certainty my dear twin," George replied, his eyes never leaving Dessi.
Small chat erupted between the twins and Dessi, with Bill or Charlie sometimes chiming in. Percy looked somewhat upset and refused to join in the conversation.
"What's wrong with Percy?" Dessi finally asked George.
"He's upset because his favorite Meier is missing this evening. An ailment that I gladly do not have," George replied.
"I always knew you had a thing for Elia," Dessi said jokingly hitting his leg. She then turned to Percy, "Percy, Juliet was terribly sorry that she couldn't come tonight. She's ill. She asked me to tell you that she was made Perfect."
With that information, Percy's face lit up, "Juliet is a bright girl. I knew she would do well. Send her my congratulations and tell her to owl me if she has any questions or anything."
"I will Percy, I am sure she will be quite happy to hear your praise," Dessi said before turning around.
"Letti was made Perfect?" Fred asked, sharing a panic stricken look with his twin.
"Yes. She was quite upset that she couldn't come tonight and hold it over the two of you. She wanted me to tell you both that she will be keeping a close eye on you both," Dessi said.
Fred turned to his older brothers Bill and Charlie for advice. Dessi expected George to join them, but instead, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Love, what did you do to your eyes?"
Dessi's face grew red for a moment at George calling her love. She took a breath and replied, "I made them green, just for the game though."
George smiled a bit at that. "Good. I was afraid you had turned them that color for good. Merlin knows how much I love your eyes," he said with complete seriousness as he brushed a stray hair away from her face. He leaned close and kissed the same cheek that Draco had kissed only moments before.
"Dessi!" A voice broke the moment between George and Dessi. She looked away from him to see Hermione coming towards her, followed by a smiling Ron and happy Harry. Ginny waved as she took her seat next to Elia who she happily started talking to. All were decked out in bright Irish Green.
"Hermione! How are you? How was your holiday?" Dessi asked, getting up from her chair and leaning down to hug her friend.
"Good. We went to France and it was just amazing! Anyway, how was yours?" Hermione said eyes sparkling. Hermione and Dessi had bonded their first year when they were the only two who actually paid attention in the History of Magic. The two had a friendly rivalry for the top of their year honors.
"Amazing! We went to Italy for a bit. Florence is beautiful," Dessi replied. She then looked past her friend, "Ron! Harry! How are the two of you?"
"Great. I am ready for this to get started," Ron said as Harry nodded in agreement and smiled.
A few moments later, as if on cue, the starting elements occurred.