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A/N: Ok, so I have 100 prompts, and I thought I'd base them around Lucy Weasley, as she's probably one of the most unappreciated Weasley grandchildren. This will perhaps give you an insight to how I feel Lucy would be - hope you enjoy!:)

#"Will somebody please tell me what is going on?"

It was that time of year again - the Quidditch World Cup final! The match was between Ireland and Bulgaria, something that sparked many memories for our fathers and uncles. Our group was made up of Louis, Fred, Roxanne, Hugo, James, Albus, Uncle Bill, Uncle Charlie, dad, Uncle George, Uncle Ron, Uncle Harry and me. Roxanne and I were the only girls who had wanted to come, so it was hard due to the fact everything was so rowdy hanging around with all the boys. We often went off by ourselves. We'd been camping here for a week, at the pitch, and finally the match was going to start. Everyone was heading down in crowds towards the Quidditch pitch, full of excitement.

"I've never experienced anything like it," Roxanne breathed, awed by the gaggles of people.

"It's pretty amazing," I agreed.

Dad made sure to keep ahold of me so I wouldn't get lost, keeping a firm hand on my shoulder at all times. We got to our seats, which were very good in the premium box might I add, and leant over the edge to watch the Quidditch teams getting arranged.

"This is insane. Who are you supporting?" I asked.

"Ireland, of course. And you? You're supporting Ireland, aren't you?" I nodded in reply to Roxanne's question.

There was a mumble going round the premium box, and I noticed that Uncle Ron, who was sitting behind me, looked a little bit put off. He grimaced as a bulky man with dark hair sat beside him.

"Viktor Krum," Roxanne whispered in my hair.

We both bit back laughs, which was apparently what everyone else was trying to do. Krum launched into conversation with Uncle Ron asking lots of questions about Aunt Hermione. Ron pursed his lips, giving him brief answers and looking like he'd pulled the short straw.

"Luce, you'll want to take a look at this - the Quidditch teams always go to town on their mascots. It looks like Bulgaria has the Veelas again," Dad shook his head, closing his eyes.

All of my uncles were doing the same, but I couldn't understand why. They didn't do that with Vic, Dom or Louis. As I turned back to watch the Veela performance, I noticed that only me, Roxanne and Louis had our eyes opened. Hmm... Oh, I was corrected. James had his eyes open too and he was leaning dangerously close over the edge of the box.

"Will somebody please tell me what's going on?" I demanded, tugging James back so he wouldn't jump to his death.

The performance finished and everyone opened their eyes, chuckling slightly. James looked fairly bemused. Merlin, that had to be the best part of the whole match seeing as the teams drew.