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A/N: This may seem like a long chapter, but it's not. It's all dialogue. So, I am going to post a ch. 11 too.
"So. Who's gonna go get the water?" I asked.
"Nuh-uh. I'm not gonna go get it. I helped with the tent. I came here when I didn't have to, but I'm not gonna go get water with a bucket like a muggle down at the stream." Damon rushed to reply. I gave her a pouty face, but agreed to go get the water.
I trudged with the bucket down to the stream, passing through fields of other tents. Though, most of these tents seemed to be sporting one of the playing teams colors, or mascot. I was passing through a field of (I know, not accurate!) Irish supporting tents, when I noticed a tall, black kid emerging from one of the tents that I had just passed. My gosh! It was Dean. I certainly didn't expect to see him here. I always thought that he wasn't that big of a quiddich fan, like me. I then realized, as I saw another boy, a little shorter with sandy hair emerging behind him, that he had probably come because Seamus was here. I continued walking though. I hadn't really talked to him since when he said he was going to quit, and that was last year before summer. I didn't really want to talk to him ether, I didn't speak to him when I passed him in the halls at Hogwarts and during potions. Besides, I was still bitter towards him about the whole house incident.
Though, before I could get away unnoticed, I heard. "Oi! Is sat you Crystilin?" from Seamus. I paused, then turned around and faced them. Dean looked a little annoyed at Seamus but recovered quickly.
"Um. Hi Crystilin." He said.
"Yeah. . ."
"Whacha doin' anyway? Oh, you're gettin' water right? We should do that too. Wait here." Seamus ducked back in the tent to grab a bucket.
"So, um. Whacha been doin'. I didn't expect to see you at the Quiddch Cup. . . . . Um. . who're you rooting for. If its Bulgaria, don't let Seamus know." He indicated to the tent sporting the Irish colors.
Heh. Both of them defiantly grew taller, I noticed. "Dunno. I was kind of forced to come to the game by the Ministry. They wanted the name of the winning team carved into the Cup." I replied coolly.
"Oh, I forgot. You made their cup didn't you?" he replied sounding mildly amused. Before I could answer though, Seamus was back.
"Found the 'lil devil" he said holding up a bucket. "Lets get our water while were at it." Soon they where tagging along behind me to the stream. After we got our water and were heading back, Dean asked what seat I had.
"Um. . . . I'm not sure. The tickets are back at the tent with Damon. Wait, I think I have them here in my pocket." I reached for the pocket on the side of my robe.
"You came with Damon?" he asked mildly surprised.
"Yeah. . .Got 'em" I said triumphantly, the tickets in my hand. Let's see, looks like I've got seat (this is not gonna be accurate) C35 . . . . ."
"No way. We've got seat C30 and 31" Seamus replied.
"Wait, this is Lain's ticket . . . . Now how did I get this" I informed with a evil grin. " Here are the other two. C28 and C27 . . . . .Geez, did we buy from the same person. . . . "
"Wicked, you said Lain right?" Seamus asked, eyes like those of a deer in the headlights.
"Um . . . .Yeah, do you know her?"
"Well, I've seen 'er around" he replied sheepishly
"See ya" Dean interrupted. We had reached their tent.
"Bye"
I walked slowly back to my tent. Dean was just as quiet as I wanted to be. If only Seamus didn't ask so many bloody questions, no if I hadn't answered them when they yelled my name and had just pretended to not be Crystilin then I wouldn't have had that experience. Anyways. When I arrived back Damon said
"Well, you're sure not a muggle." meaning it took me too long.
"Thank you"
"What took you?"
"Seamus and Dean spotted me."
"Dean? Seamus? . . . . Oh, I remember know. Those two Gryffindors. You don't talk about them much anymore. What happened?"
"Nothing."
"Hmm. Oh, do you know what happened to Lain's ticket, she can't find it
"Here" I held out the ticket.
"I'll give them to her" she made to exit the tent. She returned faster than I had expected though.
"What's up?" I asked as she made her way to the back of the tent to the bathroom.
She indicated to the entrance of the tent before she closed the door and locked herself in. She was pointing to Draco Malfloy who so rudely had just come in.
"This is your tent?' He smirked
"Yes. Now what do you want?" I coldly answered.
"Hmm. . Nothing really, I just saw Damon Darkston come in here. Where'd she go?" he asked.
"The bathroom . . . ." I answered in the most concealed, meanest way I could.
"Hmm, well tell her I'll see her later," and he exited. .
I walked over to the bathroom door and told her that he had left. She came out slowly.
"Geez, could he be more annoying?" she whined. "Unwanted attention here. Unwanted attention!"
I laughed and then told her that I had found out that we had seats close to Dean and Seamus.
"As long as you don't tell me we have seats near Malfloy . . . . ."
"Heh, I forgot to mention . . "
"No! Don't even try"
We started a fire outside. Damon was reluctant due to the fact that anyone, like Malfloy could spot us easily and come up and talk to us.
"That's just a big risk we'll have to take. I'm hungry, so I don't really care"
She whimpered and reluctantly helped me. We discussed in that time, what we thought the outcome of the match would be. . . .
A/N: This may seem like a long chapter, but it's not. It's all dialogue. So, I am going to post a ch. 11 too.
"So. Who's gonna go get the water?" I asked.
"Nuh-uh. I'm not gonna go get it. I helped with the tent. I came here when I didn't have to, but I'm not gonna go get water with a bucket like a muggle down at the stream." Damon rushed to reply. I gave her a pouty face, but agreed to go get the water.
I trudged with the bucket down to the stream, passing through fields of other tents. Though, most of these tents seemed to be sporting one of the playing teams colors, or mascot. I was passing through a field of (I know, not accurate!) Irish supporting tents, when I noticed a tall, black kid emerging from one of the tents that I had just passed. My gosh! It was Dean. I certainly didn't expect to see him here. I always thought that he wasn't that big of a quiddich fan, like me. I then realized, as I saw another boy, a little shorter with sandy hair emerging behind him, that he had probably come because Seamus was here. I continued walking though. I hadn't really talked to him since when he said he was going to quit, and that was last year before summer. I didn't really want to talk to him ether, I didn't speak to him when I passed him in the halls at Hogwarts and during potions. Besides, I was still bitter towards him about the whole house incident.
Though, before I could get away unnoticed, I heard. "Oi! Is sat you Crystilin?" from Seamus. I paused, then turned around and faced them. Dean looked a little annoyed at Seamus but recovered quickly.
"Um. Hi Crystilin." He said.
"Yeah. . ."
"Whacha doin' anyway? Oh, you're gettin' water right? We should do that too. Wait here." Seamus ducked back in the tent to grab a bucket.
"So, um. Whacha been doin'. I didn't expect to see you at the Quiddch Cup. . . . . Um. . who're you rooting for. If its Bulgaria, don't let Seamus know." He indicated to the tent sporting the Irish colors.
Heh. Both of them defiantly grew taller, I noticed. "Dunno. I was kind of forced to come to the game by the Ministry. They wanted the name of the winning team carved into the Cup." I replied coolly.
"Oh, I forgot. You made their cup didn't you?" he replied sounding mildly amused. Before I could answer though, Seamus was back.
"Found the 'lil devil" he said holding up a bucket. "Lets get our water while were at it." Soon they where tagging along behind me to the stream. After we got our water and were heading back, Dean asked what seat I had.
"Um. . . . I'm not sure. The tickets are back at the tent with Damon. Wait, I think I have them here in my pocket." I reached for the pocket on the side of my robe.
"You came with Damon?" he asked mildly surprised.
"Yeah. . .Got 'em" I said triumphantly, the tickets in my hand. Let's see, looks like I've got seat (this is not gonna be accurate) C35 . . . . ."
"No way. We've got seat C30 and 31" Seamus replied.
"Wait, this is Lain's ticket . . . . Now how did I get this" I informed with a evil grin. " Here are the other two. C28 and C27 . . . . .Geez, did we buy from the same person. . . . "
"Wicked, you said Lain right?" Seamus asked, eyes like those of a deer in the headlights.
"Um . . . .Yeah, do you know her?"
"Well, I've seen 'er around" he replied sheepishly
"See ya" Dean interrupted. We had reached their tent.
"Bye"
I walked slowly back to my tent. Dean was just as quiet as I wanted to be. If only Seamus didn't ask so many bloody questions, no if I hadn't answered them when they yelled my name and had just pretended to not be Crystilin then I wouldn't have had that experience. Anyways. When I arrived back Damon said
"Well, you're sure not a muggle." meaning it took me too long.
"Thank you"
"What took you?"
"Seamus and Dean spotted me."
"Dean? Seamus? . . . . Oh, I remember know. Those two Gryffindors. You don't talk about them much anymore. What happened?"
"Nothing."
"Hmm. Oh, do you know what happened to Lain's ticket, she can't find it
"Here" I held out the ticket.
"I'll give them to her" she made to exit the tent. She returned faster than I had expected though.
"What's up?" I asked as she made her way to the back of the tent to the bathroom.
She indicated to the entrance of the tent before she closed the door and locked herself in. She was pointing to Draco Malfloy who so rudely had just come in.
"This is your tent?' He smirked
"Yes. Now what do you want?" I coldly answered.
"Hmm. . Nothing really, I just saw Damon Darkston come in here. Where'd she go?" he asked.
"The bathroom . . . ." I answered in the most concealed, meanest way I could.
"Hmm, well tell her I'll see her later," and he exited. .
I walked over to the bathroom door and told her that he had left. She came out slowly.
"Geez, could he be more annoying?" she whined. "Unwanted attention here. Unwanted attention!"
I laughed and then told her that I had found out that we had seats close to Dean and Seamus.
"As long as you don't tell me we have seats near Malfloy . . . . ."
"Heh, I forgot to mention . . "
"No! Don't even try"
We started a fire outside. Damon was reluctant due to the fact that anyone, like Malfloy could spot us easily and come up and talk to us.
"That's just a big risk we'll have to take. I'm hungry, so I don't really care"
She whimpered and reluctantly helped me. We discussed in that time, what we thought the outcome of the match would be. . . .