Alexa smiled as she put down her cell phone.

"So?" Lucy and Lily cried eagerly.

"He-He just said he had a good time last night."

"That's it?" Lily exclaimed, and Lucy clicked her tongue.

"What are you tutting about?" Alexa retaliated with a laugh.

"Angels?" The voice echoed in the air.

"Yes, sir?" Lucy said after a pause.

"Ah. Lily, Alexa, are you there?"

"Yes." "Right here, sir." came the replies.

"Good. I have a mission for you." The girls smiled at each other. "We've gotten word," Dumbledore continued, "that Voldemort's top-ranking men have scheduled their next meeting in the back room of Borgin and Burkes, in Knockturn Alley. Girls, over here." They turned around and saw Dumbledore's head in the fireplace.

"I want you all to sneak into the meeting, to be held next Wednesday at 12:01, and get some information for me before you bust out a little surprise."

Lucy grinned.

~*~

The Death Eaters quickly cleared out of the way as Lucy pranced down the stairs in their midst, wearing a leopard-skin bikini top and a pair of skintight leather pants with black high-heeled boots. She smirked around at all of them, stroking a few chins and shooting others a frisky glance.

She made her way out of earshot and made a cell phone call to the rafters, where Lily and Alexa were hidden.

"We're in. Wait for my signal." She twisted around and saw Voldemort enter the room.

"Now would be okay, then?" Alexa said, and both of them swung down and kicked two Death Eaters in the chest. Lucy spun around and knocked her brother in the nose with one of her high heels, then turned to attack a feeble Pettigrew as he collapsed. Pettigrew fainted and Lucy turned to look for his master, but the dark lord had vanished.

Lily knocked down the last couple of men that remained and was also looking around. Lucy's cell phone rang. "Very good, girls. But I'm afraid I already have a new mission for you. Because they couldn't decide anything at this meeting, for obvious reasons-" Lucy heard him smile. "-they've set up a team to crash the World Cup. Five agents will be playing-two Beaters for Russia and three Chasers for France-in disguise. Lily, you'll be a French Beater, and Alexa will be the referee. Lucy, I'll need you to be a French rosette salesgirl, and radio any suspicious talk you hear around your booth. Pry if you have to. Meanwhile, Lily can keep them from attacking the crowd, and Alexa can pull them out if they attempt.

The girls thought this over. "One problem." Alexa said.

"What's that?"

"Russia might beat us." She muttered.

~*~

"Most of them will be sitting in Russia." Lucy radioed, handing a French redhead a baby-blue rosette. Her grey-blue eyes were focused on a crowd of middle-aged men in black t-shirts, and she saw her brother among them. As the meeting broke apart, Lucius turned and the identical orbs met. They held contact for several tense minutes, neither showing any emotion, and then he stalked off among the masses.

Meanwhile, Alexa glided calmly around the stadium, and spotted Lucius's family sitting in the Russian stands. She watched as he entered and bent to his right to say something to his wife as Draco reclined boredly on his left. "Do NOT blow your cover, Lucy." She radioed.

"Covered, Alexa, God." Lucy whispered into the radio as she handed rosettes to a pair of cute blue-clad twins from the team.

It was a few hours later when Lucy had found her seat and Lily was in hot pursuit of a suspiciously flying Chaser. "These people think I'm crazy, following my own teammate...I was always better at Chasing." She whined over radio.

"Yeah, more like making guys chase YOU, Lils. Trust me, you're fine. They all just think you're watching his back." Lucy replied.

Suddenly one of the Russian Beaters took a wild swing at the audience, and his partner went straight for Lily. Alexa was so busy watching her that she didn't notice the French Chaser behind her until it had knocked her down. The crowd began to evacuate the stadium, and Lucy called Dumbledore.

"You cannot run!" He said firmly. "You cannot lose their faces."

Lucy noticed her brother still sitting calmly in the stands, and gritted her teeth.

"Plan B." She said into the radio, and Lucy pointed her wand at herself and changed her girlish blue dress into leather pants and a bikini top. She let her hair down out of its bun and pulled it into a sleek ponytail.

As one of the Beaters, the one that had attacked Lily, passed she latched onto him and bit down hard on his arm. He yelped and fell off, leaving her to take his broom. She swept around the stadium, watching for Alexa, whom she spotted fending off two Chasers, waving her wand like a sword.

Suddenly they disappeared, leaving their uniforms. Lucy turned and saw Lily laying on the ground where moments before the other Beater had been wrestling her over his head. "What...?" She said as she landed.

"They Apparated...they took what's theirs and left their disguises." Alexa walked over, her voice echoing over the empty, cluttered stadium. Lily sighed heavily. "I nearly had the jump on that guy."

"Whatever." Lucy replied angrily. "It doesn't matter, because we've failed Dumbledore. They got away."

"Not quite." Lily smiled and handed her a camera. "I got a friend to play paparazzi." Lucy smiled back. "Come on, let's get these to Headquarters."