Chapter 3-Bulgaria Versus Ireland
"And now without further ado, allow me to introduce...the Bulgarian National Team Mascots!"
Tuesday, Lilly, Nik, and Alden all rose from the seats as one and screamed and stomped as loud as they could.
"GO BULGARIA!!!!!" Tuesday and Lilly screamed once again, but they were barely heard over everyone else surrounding them.
They sat back down again and closely watched the field.
Nik rubbed his hands together, "My favorite part!" He cried excitedly.
Lilly gave him a dirty look but he didn't see, he was too busy watching the veela who had just strutted out onto the field.
"Don't watch boys!" Mr. Toya laughed from beside Nik's little brother, but he too was watching as the veela danced around.
After a few minutes of the veela dancing, they left the center of the field.
"NO! Don't leave me!!!" called Nik, tears of joy were splattering his face.
Lilly just shook her head as he sat back down, he had stood up to be able to watch them better.
"And remind me why you're going out with him?" Tuesday laughed.
The Irish National Team Mascots came out next, leprechauns soaring through the air and dropped leprechaun gold from the sky.
"Nothing impressive," scoffed Nik when they were done.
The next moment however was filled with large amounts of even more screaming and shouting from the Bulgarians as their Quidditch team came soaring out onto the field.
Lilly hastily shoved on her Omnioculars and watched as Viktor Krum came out.
"Man, he is so cool!" Lilly shouted.
"Yeah and so are the veela over there!" added Nik.
Tuesday just laughed. Her friends were freaks, but she really loved them.
The Quidditch match was the most brutal, but most exciting any of them had ever seen. The players were so fast on their broomsticks and the announcer had hardly any time to make any other commentary but saying the players names as the Quaffle was thrown around. The game got even more ferocious when the score was brought up to ten to one hundred thirty, with Ireland in the lead. This pissed Nik off so badly that he flung a whole bag of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans and they spilled all over the people in the rows in front of them.
"Ireland sucks! Ireland sucks! Ireland sucks!" Tuesday and Lilly started chanting as loudly as they could.
The mascots were going crazy, and so did the referee which got them all laughing.
"This sucks!" yelled Nik, "Ireland is winning!!!!"
Tuesday and Lilly just kept chanting, hoping to get other Bulgarian fans to do the same, but no one else felt like chanting but them.
"HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!" Tuesday screeched at once.
Lilly and Nik both looked wildy around. They watched as the two Seekers, Lynch and Krum dove as once.
"THE SNITCH!" screamed Lilly.
"THE FCKING SNITCH! IT'S THE SNITCH!" screamed Tuesday.
"I am going to SHIT my fucking pants!!!" hollered Nik, who was looking nervous.
Suddenly the Ireland Seeker smashed into the ground and the veela rushed by, towards Viktor Krum.
"HE'S GOT THE SNITCH!!!" Tuesday and Lilly shreiked and jumped up and down, hugging each other in an excited frenzy.
They watched as Krum flew up into the air, stained in blood and no doubt clutching the glittering Snitch.
"IRELAND WINS!" boomed the commentary guy, "KRUM GETS THE SNITCH BUT IRELAND WINS---"
"Ireland wins?!" cried Lilly. She whirled around and gawked at the scoreboard.
"But it wasn't by much," said Tuesday, "Besides we have the best Seeker anyway!"
"Right about that!" agreed Lilly. They high fived again.
Mrs. Masters stood up with them and stretched.
"Exciting match, eh girls?" she said.
"Definetly!" cried Tuesday, "Thanks for bringing me mom."
"Ireland wins but Krum gets the Snitch?" Mrs. Masters shook her head, "Who would've thought?"
"I wish the match could've gone on for days!" howled Nik as they made their way back to the campsites, joined into the crowd heading through the woods.
"Me too," agreed Tuesday, "That way I could spend more time with you guys!"
"Awwwwww!" Lilly gave Tuesday yet another hug, "We'll see you real soon. At school!"
"I really wanna know what's happening this year," said Nik, "It's really been bothering me."
"Same here. My dad mentioned it when he wrote to me," said Tuesday.
"Any chance of seeing you tomorrow?" Lilly asked Tuesday.
"Probably not," sighed Tuesday miserably, "I suppose my mom will want us Apparating pretty early."
"Too bad we didn't support Ireland, we would be joining in on all the parties that are going on tonight," said Nik, smiling, then he let out a big yawn.
"I think you need some sleep," Lilly said. She took him by the arm gently and gave him a kiss on the cheek, which left the slightest blotch of glitter lip gloss.
"Not without you," Nik said softly, he smiled at her.
Tuesday grinned at her two best friends. She had to admit, they made quite the couple.
She looked up at the sky as they neared the camp grounds. The stars were shining so brightly. She wondered if Dudley saw them too, all the way back in Privat Drive.
They reached Tuesday and her mother's tent first. Mrs. Masters went on inside muttering, "I'd like a spot of wine before bed."
Tuesday stayed outside with Nik and Lilly for awhile. They sat on the grass and watched as the other witches and wizards walked past them. Every once in awhile a leprachaun would fly by grasping it's little lantern and cackling. Nik, Lilly, and Tuesday talked about the match until Mrs. Toya came by and told Nik he had to come back to his family's tent and that she'd walk Lilly back to her tent too.
Tuesday gave both her friends hugs good bye and said she'd see them at school, then she went inside. The tent was dark except for the candles that her mother had lit around the place. Tuesday went upstairs and layed down on her bed. She figured her mother had already fallen asleep in the room across the hall. Tuesday thought about Dudley until she fell asleep...
Hours later, Tuesday suddenly awoke and sat up in bed. It was pretty hot inside her bedroom of the tent. She looked over at her alarm clock. It was a little past two in the morning. She wondered what could have possibly woken her up and tried to remember if she'd been having another of her nightmares but couldn't remember even having another one of those. She figured she probably had to go to the bath room. She went downstairs, used the bath room, and then went back upstairs. For ten minutes she tried to get back to sleep but it was no use. Outside she could hear the commotion of lots of people. Tuesday got up and walked over to her window. She looked out and saw whole crowds screaming and sounding very confused indeed.
"What the Hell is going on out there?" Tuesday said aloud.
She decided to go wake her mother and see if she knew what was going on, but to Tuesday's surprise her mother wasn't in her room. She noticed her mother's Muggle clothes on the floor. Tuesday knew her mother wasn't downstairs, after all she had just been down there herself. Tuesday wondered if her mother was outside in the crowds.
"Maybe I should just go outside...see for myself what's happening..." Tuesday muttered to herself.
She went back downstairs, put on her shoes and hoodie, and stood outside. All around her people were screaming, some running, some just walking very fast and looked curiously around them. She noticed a lot of wands out too. Tuesday wanted to ask someone what was going on, but didn't. She looked out to where the woods were and noticed that's where a lot of people were running to. Maybe I should go there too...Tuesday thought, but it looked too dangerous, Back in the tent...I should just go back in the tent...It didn't look safe outside. Tuesday began to worry about her mother and her friends and their families, and only until a very loud bang shot through the air and a big burst of green light filled the sky, did she know that her mother was probably all right. It was the formation of a great emerald skull and a serphant that glittered against the starry sky. She could see it clearly, even though it was hovering above the trees in the woods nearby.
"The Dark Mark," Tuesday whispered into the darkness.
The next moment was filled with the explosive screams from the woods and the tents around her. The crowd was getting crazier as they ran in circles, stumbling over themselves, others, and inelberate tents.
"Thirteen years..." muttered Tuesday. It hasn't been seen for thirteen years...Tuesday stood gazing transfixed at the Dark Mark for a long time. The crowd died down and it became almost queit again. Tired, Tuesday slowly walked back into bed and layed down.
"Tuesday..." a voice was calling her, "Tuesday...dear! Wake up dear!"
Tuesday opened her eyes and there was her mother, looking back at her. She was wearing long black robes and her hair was a little messed up.
"Mom?" Tuesday mumbled.
"Are you all right?" Mrs. Masters asked softly.
"Yeah I'm fine," Tuesday answered queitly.
"Good," Mrs. Masters replied, "Come on, it's time to go."
"What time is it?" Tuesday glanced at her clock. It was four A.M. now.
"Let's go now," Mrs. Masters said again.
Tuesday nodded, got out of bed, and made sure her bag was packed.
She and her mother exited the tent and her mother used magic to pack the massive tent.
"Ready to go?" Mrs. Masters looked over at Tuesday.
"Yeah," Tuesday replied.
"One...two...three...go!"
In a rush, they were back inside their livingroom at Privat Drive, miles and miles from where they just stood.
"Exciting World Cup wasn't it?" Mrs. Masters smiled at her daughter, who smiled back.
"Yes it definetly was," Tuesday answered truthfully.
At the start of the next week, the last week of the summer, Tuesday received her father's reply:
Dear Tuesday,
I hope you're well! Your sister and I miss you very much and can't wait until you come back. The day before term I thought we could go and get your school supplies and dress robes. Did you have fun at the Quidditch World Cup? I read about the mayhem in the Daily Prophet, I hope both you and your mother are okay. There was a lot of confusion going on wasn't there? Well I hope that you are all right. I sent you your Muggle air tickets to get you down here. I know you can't Apparate very far distances yet and different countries is a whole other story! Honestly, that Karkaroff man teaching you Apparation last year! I've been looking into Hogwarts School lately, for your sister, and the students there don't learn Apparation until sixth year. Anyways, see you soon. Love, your father
Tuesday was glad to hear from her father, but she wasn't glad about leaving Privat Drive and her mother. On Saturday, her mother drove her to the Muggle air port in their Muggle car. Apparating just couldn't be done out in public like that, even if Mrs. Masters knew how to erase memories. When they got to the air port, Tuesday suddenly felt like she didn't want to leave England. She missed Dudley already and she knew she would miss her mother. The two of them sat in plastic chairs in the waiting area, they still had ten minutes until Tuesday's flight was to begin boarding.
"Mom? Dad wrote in his letter about the World Cup," Tuesday whispered to her mother, "He wrote about...well he read about the Dark Mark appearing..."
Mrs. Masters shook her head, looking disgusted.
"Nevermind him," she said sharply, "What goes on when you are with me stays with you and me."
"I agree. Completely."
Mrs. Masters gave Tuesday's shoulder an affectionate squeeze.
"Could you do me a favor and not mention anything about what happened at the Cup to your father?"
"Of course mom, I wouldn't do that."
"Good," Mrs. Masters looked at the clock near them, "It's time you should get going. Got everything? Your wand? Your toad?"
"Check, check. I have everything."
"Good," Mrs. Masters reached into her purse and pulled out something and handed them to Tuesday, "Here, these are for the flight. You should be in Bulgaria in a few hours."
"Thanks mom. I'll write to you as soon as I get to school."
"Wonderful...and if...uh you want me to send any Muggle letters to that boy...I'll do it for you..."
"Thanks mom!"
Mrs. Masters and Tuesday hugged for a long time, then Tuesday's flight was announced over the loud speakers.
"Bye!" Tuesday waved one last time at her mother and left to get on the plane.
The flight lasted a long time, but Tuesday slept for most of it. The rest of the time she occupied herself with reading the notes Dudley had given her, listening to CDs, and watching the in flights movies. She barely ate any of her plane food and instead chose to eat the box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beands that her mother had given her before she got onto the plane. She was asleep when the flight attendant announced that they were finally in Bulgaria.
Tuesday woke up slowly but was wide awake when the plane landed and they were on the ground. She gathered up her things and slowly made her way out with the crowd and into the airport. When she got inside, the first thing she saw was her father and sister.
Ivette waved and ran right up to Tuesday and gave her a tight hug.
Ivette looked a lot like Tuesday, only a little older. She was around the same height and had a dark purple tint to her black hair. She was wearing iridescent purple eye shadow and had dark lip gloss on. She was wearing a black hoodie with a sparkly unicorn design on it and black pants with purple stitching.
"Hey!" Ivette greeted her, "How was your flight?"
"Tiring," Tuesday yawned.
"You have to tell me everything about the Quidditch World Cup!" Ivette cried.
"Don't worry I will," Tuesday assured her sister, knowing which parts to leave out.
They walked over to Mr. Masters and Tuesday gave him a hug.
"Did you get taller?" he asked in his deep Bulgarian accented voice.
"No," Tuesday said darkly.
Her father sometimes irritated her. She loved him, after all, he was her father but Tuesday always thought she could much more easily identify with her mother more than her father. It was true, Ivette was more her father's child and it was just that Tuesday was her mother's child. The custody arrangements had gone over well and Tuesday had already gotten quite used to them.
It got pretty dark as Tuesday, Ivette, and Mr. Masters drove home. They didn't live that far from the air port. All Tuesday wanted to do was go back to sleep, but she couldn't because her father and her sister wanted all the details about the Quidditch match. Tuesday just kept talking until they finally got home. Her father's house was pretty big, bigger than her home on Privat Drive and she and her sister each had their own room. Mr. Masters carried Tuesday's trunk into her bed room for her.
"Tomorrow ve'll get all your school things, all right?"
"Fine," Tuesday replied.
Ivette came into the room once her father left.
"Oh yeah...here I got this for you," Tuesday thrust a package at her sister, who ripped it open excitedly. When she opened it, she let out a screech of delight.
"Thank you so much sis!" Ivette cried. She held up her present--a model figure of Viktor Krum.
"Just think," said Ivette, "We get to see the real thing on Monday!"
Tuesday smiled and nodded.
"He was in third year when you came to school, remember?" Ivette went on.
"Yeah I rememeber," said Tuesday, "Hey has dad told you anything about what's supposed to be happening at school this year? He mentioned something in the letter he wrote to me."
"He's been really secretive about it with me too," Ivette said, "Hey! He told me you got made Prefect! Good job."
"Thanks."
"I was never made a Prefect," sighed Ivette, "Don't be surprised if you get some really cool dress robes tomorrow."