Hello! It's Bubbly Fx, back with a new fanfiction! This would basically just revolve around an idea I've been toying with my head regarding the three characters included in my listing above (MMAD, Cedric x OC and OC x OC). I tried to follow the canon as closely as possible, but I just really go with where my imagination takes me sometimes. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. And please please do leave a review, it keeps me going y'know?
*I, unfortunately, do not own any of the characters you recognize except for the OCs obviously*
Anyhow, I won't keep you for long, I hope you enjoy and see you at the end of the chapter :)
Kensington Estate, Barcelona, Spain
4:45 PM August, 1994
Good Merlin, she needed a bath after this or else her mother will surely sue her.
They have somewhere to be in a few hours and her mom, Cassandra, would not really appreciate her attending a dinner party at her current state. Her arms and clothes were coated with new splotches of paint, and her raven, black hair has definitely seen better days. But she couldn't really care. She had to paint it, or else it'll soon be forgotten.
Dipping her brush into one of the several cups lying beneath her feet, she gave it a little swirl and watched as the paint mixed with the water. The once clear liquid now had streaks of blue, merging quite beautifully together. Shaking off the excess water, her eyes fell on her very messy easel. What colour did she need to add? Or was she done? Glancing at her painting with a pout, she can't help but feel like it's lacking something. Was the pool placed too far left? Or maybe she was missing a fountain? A window? Or a statue? Concentrating hard to see the fault she must have done, she barely heard the door opening and footsteps walking towards her.
"Hey."
Wait, were the hedges not similar? Tapping the tip of the brush on her cheeks, she sighed.
"Anybody here?"
Oh, it must be the trees in the forest, or the water in the lake! But as she leaned forward for further inspection, it can be seen that they were painted quite well.
"Audrey."
Suddenly, her eyes wandered north of her canvas. Aha! Finally! It was the-
"Audrianne Kensington!"
Startled, Audrey dropped her brush in surprise, leaving a stain on her wooden floor. Her head whipped back, glaring at whoever dared to enter her room without asking for permission. Her deep blue eyes landed on a tall, auburn-haired boy dressed in a crisp white polo tucked in black bottoms. His expensive oxford shoes tapped impatiently on her bedroom floor as he crossed his arms, green eyes pointedly looking at her. Giggling slightly, she shook her head and returned back to work.
"What brings you to my side of the turf?" Audrey questioned, focusing on her easel as she mixed red, a bit of orange and yellow together. Within a few seconds, she created the perfect hue that the clouds in her painting were missing. The boy merely shrugged, walking towards her and stopping just behind where she sat.
"Jeju Island huh? Nice one." They just got back from their Asian trip a few days ago, and she could not help but miss the wonderful sceneries that greeted her everywhere she went. In a very futile attempt to make her memories last forever, Audrey decided to paint the place. "It's very beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as the real deal, but I think," Adding just a bit of a lining on the clouds, she did a quick stroke before putting her brush down. "I'm done."
With a simple wave of her hand, every material that littered her balcony flew to where it's supposed to be tucked away. When it was all cleared, Audrey turned and eyed the boy, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Now answer my question Michael, what brought you here, oh dear brother?"
Michael could only laugh, holding an envelope between his fore and middle finger. Stretching his hands, he gave it to her. Audrey gingerly accepted, a confused look settling on her face. The powder blue envelope was something she'd recognize anywhere, and the wax seal on the flap only proved her assumptions correct- it came from her school, the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
"Why in the world- isn't it a tad bit early to crash my remaining weeks of vacation?" Usually, owls were sent to the school's returning students two to three weeks before school starts. But now, she still has one month more to celebrate her freedom and this comes haunting her down.
"Don't worry, you're not alone." A brown envelope appeared on his hand, with the seal stamped across the flap very familiar to her- and much more to her brother. After all, it was he who studies at Durmstrang Institute. Wordlessly, he sat on the floor with his legs crossed. "I received it the same time yours flew in, which was today."
"That's quite odd," Audrey murmured, flipping the envelope to stare at her name written in cursive handwriting. "Shall we see what they want?"
They both opened it at the same time, pulling out a parchment neatly folded inside. Their eyes flitted left to right as they silently read its contents, both their eyebrows shooting up to their hairline. Looking up, their eyes connected.
"Ay Dios mío, they're bringing it back?" Michael said, stunned at how the Brits managed to revive such a worthless tradition. "Seriously though, the Triwizard Cup? What the hell are they thinking?"
"Didn't somebody die the last time they did this?" Audrey's eyes returned to the paper, scanning it once more to get the important details they'll surely be needing. Michael nodded, uttering a small yes to answer her question.
Both their letters contained the same content, which was basically an invitation to be one of the school's delegates for the upcoming Triwizard Tournament. It was to be held at a British school, Hogwarts, which was all the way in Scotland. It seems that the British Ministry of Magic had given a lot of thought and effort, and went through great lengths to once again revive this so-called "tradition" between the three schools. It was discontinued because of the high death toll and for some reason, they just decided to bring it back again. The chosen students will stay there starting October till the end of the school year, mingling with others and cheering for the champions that will be picked.
"While this is dangerous, you cannot deny that it will be quite an experience," Audrey said, folding her letter and slipping it back inside the envelope. "I mean, when will you ever get the chance to visit other schools aside from your own?"
"True." Michael conceded, nodding his agreement to his sister's statement. He knew the lengths each school had gone to keep their location secret, even to other magical institutions. If he doesn't come, there might not be any other opportunities to do so. Besides, he'll surely learn a lot if he were to come, and it truly was an honour to be picked to represent his school. "Do you think mother will agree?"
"Ah mi hermano," Audrey said as she exaggeratedly heaved herself up from her comfortable chair. Holding out a hand, Michael chuckled as he accepted the help. Pulling her brother up, she chuckled. "As long as you promise to keep your mischief to yourself, she might say yes."
"Don't act like a saint - we're twins for a reason, dumbass."
Kensington Private Plane
11:34 PM August, 1994
"Scotland you say?" Clarissa Kensington, their mother, said as she took a sip off the champagne glass.
They had dinner in a classy restaurant owned by their mom's friend located in Norway. Now, they were on the way to England to attend the Quidditch World Cup. The two teens were lounging around the plane, with Michael reading a book while Audrey took photos of the beautiful city lights below. The topic of the tournament was finally breached when the conversation found its way to the much-needed school supplies shopping session.
"Until when?" Clarissa asked, her mind preoccupied with the invitations her children received.
"The whole duration of the school year," Audrey answered as if it was no big deal. "We leave in October."
"Seriously, I cannot believe they are bringing it back." Clarissa said, shaking her head as she brought her glass down. "It's an extremely dangerous event that can cost a life no matter how much precautions are taken. Have they not learned anything from the past tournaments? Oh my."
"Indeed." Michael answered, taking a sip of his tea before asking, "So will you allow us, Mom?"
"Well, judging by the looks on your faces, it seems as if nothing can stop you from going." Clarissa said with a smirk, rolling her eyes as her children chuckled. "I can see how this is a beautiful opportunity to take. Wizarding communities can be very secretive after all. So if you do want to go, I will not stop you."
Inwardly, Audrey smiled. Of course, she knew their mom would say yes. The twins knew they had her wrapped around their fingers.
"On one condition." This got them raising an eyebrow, glancing at each other. Clarissa looked both of them in the eyes, making sure that they knew how serious she was. "You are not to put your names in the list of potential champions. You are to go there to cheer, to experience, and to have fun - not to risk your life over something as meagre as money or glory."
She did not want her children risking their lives for anything, especially not for some stupid tournament. No mother wants that! And while Clarissa wanted to say no to them, she knew better than to stop the twins when they wanted something reasonable. Truly, this is a remarkable opportunity given to them and she would not hinder them from experiencing wondrous things about the world.
The twins shrugged at her request before agreeing. That should be easy, the twins thought, they didn't want to join in the first place. They were more excited at the prospect of seeing another wizarding school and community aside from theirs. So they promised her that they wouldn't.
Clarissa nodded, satisfied with their answer, and proceeded to write the approval letter that their heads will surely be asking for. Signing at the bottom of the page, she folded it and gingerly put it inside a simple white envelope. With a snap of her fingers, a wax seal came to life and stamped it shut, the Kensington family logo now embossed in the bloody red wax.
"What are the things you need to bring? And when will you buy them?" Clarissa asked, handing the envelope to the twins who said their thanks.
"Just the usual for school stuff. It said that we need to bring our own clothes since we probably won't be wearing our uniform after classes and during weekends. The school will be the one to handle our living arrangements once we go there. Food will be served at the host school and all that." Audrey explained, listing the things she remembered from the letter. "There's a nearby village to buy things from but we can only visit during certain weekends or if a professor of the host school accompanies us. Oh, and remember how Grandpa always mentions this cool joke store he always goes to in Britain? I wonder if it's going to be there."
"Ooh-"
"No Michael." Clarissa said, not even bothering to look up from her newspaper. She already knew what was running in her son's head. "No mischief or you're not going."
"Hey, I haven't even finished what I was going to say!" Michael protested. "And how come only I get the warning?"
"I told you." Audrey sniggered. "I'm a saint."
"What a load of bull-"
"Language please!"
"Madame, we have arrived." The pilot said, cutting through the potential banter as he spoke through the intercom. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to England."
Quidditch World Cup, Dartmoor England
6:55 PM August, 1994
The crowd was going wild outside and the match had not even started yet. Standing up, Michael went to the kitchen to grab some sweets before they head out. Of course, their pantry was fully stocked with all their favorite food- which only meant there'd be loads of muggle candies for him! Grabbing coffee as well, he proceeded to sit down in one of the dining room chairs. Sighing in contentment, he knew this would help him stay awake since he was pretty tired from all the flights they had.
After flying to Norway for dinner, they had to board the plane again to reach the tournament in time. They would have taken a portkey, but it was just easier to board a plane while they were in the midst of their muggle acquaintances. They landed in the United Kingdom at midnight and had stayed in their family house conveniently located in muggle London. With less than five hours of sleep, Clarissa woke the twins and forced them out of bed. The family of three then arrived at Dartmoor that morning through a portkey, accompanied by Ministry Officials and their own, personal guards. Everyone seemed to move out of their way, sending them curious glances as they walked past. It made Michael chuckle as he sipped his warm coffee. People either recognized them from the past World Cups, or are probably curious about them. Yes, he was used to the attention, but the variety of expressions he sees always manage to make him laugh. Once they were inside the tent, they were left alone to their own thing.
"I'm surprised the pantry is filled to the brim." Audrey said, taking a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup and savouring her favourite muggle treat. "And with muggle treats too."
"They'd be mental not to add these to the heaping pile. They probably knew I'd go berserk without it." Michael joked.
"I mean, they're not wrong. But don't they know we don't plan to stay here after the party?" She asked, leaning against the heavy glass dining table. "Actually, we don't even stay at any of the World Cup events at all. It's such a waste."
"Oh well, you know Mr. Fudge, anything to get on abuelo and abuela's good side. Talk about next-level sucker." The insult made everyone in the room laugh, including their mother.
"Now enough of that, we have a match to attend to. Be sure to look your best, everyone will see you."
"Of course they would, our faces will literally be flashed for everyone to see!" Michael said exasperatedly before making sure his coat was without any wrinkles.
Seeing as they were once again escorted out, Michael didn't dare count the number of whispers and stares they got. They didn't need to fall in line and were immediately led to the front. The ticket lady stared at them with wide eyes before ushering them to The Prime. Saying their thanks, the family moved on. Soon enough, they were inside the Top Box which offered the grandest view of the whole match.
People wearing their best outfits were seated there, clearly showing how they could afford to sit in such a place. The familiar lump called Fudge was talking to almost everyone, but right now his attention was caught by a bunch of blondes who surveyed the whole place with a nasty and arrogant look on their faces.
"Ah, Ms. Kensington, a pleasure to finally meet our sponsor." Roverick Rubblebee, the ICWQC head, greeted them. He had sandy blonde hair and hazel brown eyes that were filled with glee. He immediately kissed her hand before turning his attention to the children behind her. "Such lovely children you have Ms. Kensington. Young little miss and mister, it is nice to meet you as well."
Given the position as the head of the ICWQC, Roverick remembered the dreaded feeling that he felt as he reviewed everything he had to do. Organization will be hard, but funding will be harder- after all, they cannot do much without enough money. While the ministries made sure to give their fair share, it was still sometimes not enough. That was when everyone had told him of the wealthy Kensington family. The matriarch works at the International Confederation of Wizards while her spouse was held in high regard at the International Wizarding Police. Their only child, the woman standing before him, handles their successful business - both wizarding and muggle - and he was directed to talk to her.
Unfortunately, it was hard to get an audience with such high profile people. However, despite not being able to meet him personally, Clarissa Kensington wrote and assured him that their family was honoured and would give him the essential amount he would be needing. That made planning a slight breeze.
"The pleasure is all ours." Michael said, shaking his hand.
"Why, the Kensingtons are finally here!" Fudge exclaimed loudly, causing almost everyone in the Minister's box to look at them.
The Weasleys turned and watched as Fudge waddled over the newcomers. The three newcomers stood their ground, unfazed by the attention. The remaining ministers immediately went to shake their hands, exclaiming how wondrous it is to see them. Everyone seemed to want to shake their hands and for once, they saw Narcissa Malfoy's face turn into that of wonder instead of disgust.
"Who's that?" Ron asked his father, who looked at the newly arrived family with admiration. Arthur Weasley glanced at the children who waited for answers and cleared his throat.
"The Kensington family. They're very private but everyone in the industry knows they're very well off, probably even more so than the Malfoys." Arthur said. He had heard of them a few times while working in the ministry, and their names seemed to equate with wealth and power. Sometimes, Arthur thinks about what it's like to live with such a huge amount of money, but he quickly dismisses those thoughts. No, he was more than content and that was what matters.
"Blimey! Fudge looks like he's about to clean the very bottom of their shoes." Fred jokingly said, making the children laugh.
"From what I know the matriarch is in the International Confederation of Wizards while the patriarch is in the International Wizarding Police. That lady is their only daughter who manages all their business. The twins are their only grandchildren." Percy said, knowing how Fudge talks about them. "They're very powerful, politically and socially."
As soon as he said that, Fudge personally led the trio to their seats, which were, of course, beside him. On their way there, the minister greeted Arthur and shook his hand. Percy bowed so low that his glasses slipped and broke. With a wave of the Kensington boy's hand, it was now fixed and looked good as new. Silently thanking him, the dashing young man nodded.
"This is Arthur Weasley, a ministry official. Arthur, kids, this is Ms. Clarissa Kensington and her children, Michael and Audrey."
Everyone shook hands with the family who warmly introduced themselves. The girls, Hermione and Ginny, held in their blush as Michael shook their hands. He was quite a looker- very tall, very lean and very handsome. His auburn curls were a bit messed up, but it seemed to only add to his charm. His smile, though a bit mischievous, reached his stunning emerald green eyes, with his gaze so intense it probably made girls weak in the knees. The boys, on the other hand, openly fawned at Audrey. She was also tall, and while she was slim, her body still held smooth curves. Despite being twins, her hair and eyes were different from her brother. But despite her hair being pitch black, it did share the same curls as Michael, albeit a bit softer, with the waves falling down her shoulders and back. Twinkling blue eyes, encased in thick, dark lashes, captivated almost everyone who saw her. She even had a heart-pounding smile to match.
"It's nice to meet you." Clarissa said, smiling down at the kids before they were ushered away.
"Damn, they smell bloody good." George said.
"I felt like I just strode through a garden- and not the one Mum has." Fred added, causing Arthur to whack both his sons at the back of their heads.
As soon as Bagman arrived, the game started. Each of the team's individual mascots graced the stadium, offering entertainment. Afterwards, the Bulgarian team was introduced as they swooped down one by one. When Krum was mentioned, the twins clapped their hands in approval as they yelled his name in support. The Irish blokes were next in line.
"Now before we start the game, I would like to greet and thank the major sponsor who made this World Cup possible, join me in greeting the Kensington Family!" Everyone clapped their hands as the Stadium flashed the family's faces for everyone to see. They stood up and softly waved, smiling as they acknowledged the crowd. Afterwards, they sat down and the game finally began.
Soon enough, the Irish won despite Viktor Krum catching the snitch. The Irish fans jumped up and down in delight as the game finished. The players then made their way to the Minister's Box for the official ceremony. Almost all the children and teenagers fawned over them, their eyes bulging as they were acknowledged by some of the players. After Krum shook the hands of each official, he immediately made his way to the twins and gave them a big hug.
"The- they know Viktor Krum!" Ron said as his eyes became as wide as saucers. They watched as Viktor opted to stay with them rather than his teammates, walking with them towards the afterparty. Hermione rolled her eyes at her friend, who seemed to be hyperventilating at the mere sight of the Bulgarian seeker.
"Ron, breathe!"
Kensington Estate, Barcelona, Spain
6:00 AM August, 1994
The next morning after that, reports flew in that there was an attack on Dartmoor just after the game. Audrey had never been more thankful that they were gone before everything turned to chaos. It was the subject of their early breakfast conversations, where her mother expressed their luck of being out of there before it happened.
"So do you think he's back? The Imbécil?" Michael asked, causing his mother to roll her eyes at her son's choice of words.
"Language Michael, and to be quite frank, I am not sure myself." Clarissa said, putting her butter knife down. "However, as we all heard from what happened, I think his followers are quickly rising once more."
"The Brits have their work cut out for them huh?" Audrey said, shaking her head as she put more butter on her toast. She would not wish to be in their shoes. "Hopefully the Imbécil does not make a reappearance soon."
"Yes, let us hope. For everyone's sake."
Sending a short prayer to whoever was listening, Clarissa found herself begging that her kids would be safe once they reached Hogwarts territory.