Sailor Witches 10
Bulgaria vs. Ireland
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or Harry Potter. Lydia and this fic is my character.
Author's Note: I'm going to try and fill in the 'blanks' of the Quidditch Match that Harry missed while using his omnicolors and I added a few of my own moves and some may be, well, not aloud but I checked through my Quidditch THROUGH THE AGES and I didn't see anything. But if there is, uh, just ignore it and go with the game anyway!
"And now, without further ado, I give you the Bulgarian National Team Mascots!" Bagman's voice echoed.
The Bulgarians applauded as a group of veela came out on the field. Studying them, Serena laughed.
"Those are their mascots?" she inquired. "A bunch of women?"
"Maybe they're cheerleaders," Mina suggested.
"I thought they would have tigers or something," Raye said.
"They're not ordinary women," said Madame Indigo. "They're veela. Just watch and see."
The veela started to dance. They watched as their white-gold hair fanned out, swaying as they danced. Their skin was glowing. Serena and the others sat there, puzzled and then Lydia nudged her.
"Look at everybody," she said, pointing throughout the box. "The men—look!"
"What's the matter with them?" she asked.
The men seemed to go under some kind of spell. They were bragging about themselves to one another. Others danced in the box. The only few that didn't seem effected where the ones covering their eyes or plugging their ears.
"They're some kind of nymphs," Madame Indigo whispered. "They make men act stupid, basically. More so than ordinary women."
"Weird," Serena mumbled.
When the music stopped, everyone groaned in anger. The veela walked to the other side. Lydia huffed. "That's not very impressive."
"And now, kindly put your wands in the air," echoed Bagman's voice, "for the Irish National Team Mascots!"
"Dang, I don't have a wand!" Lydia groaned. However, she jumped up on her seat and clapped. "Go Ireland!"
A green and gold shimmering comet zoomed around the stadium and divided into two smaller comets. The two comets headed for the goalposts and a gorgeous rainbow appeared between the balls of light, connecting them. Lydia laughed.
"Beautiful!"
But the display wasn't over yet. The rainbow faded and the two balls of light made a shamrock. It came into the air and it was sprinkling something down to the stands. Lydia gazed at it and she let out a yell.
"It's gold!"
"What?" Raye demanded.
"Oh, wow!" Serena cried.
The girls jumped up madly, holding out their hands and sticking the gold into their pockets along with everyone else in the stands. As Lydia looked back up at the shamrock, she noticed the small green men.
"Hey, they're leprechauns!" She exclaimed, "kinda like Lucky!"
The leprechauns came down on the field opposite the veela and sat down, cross-legged.
"Now-ladies and gentlemen," said Bagman, "kindly welcome the Bulgarian National Quiditch Team! I give you ---Dimitrov!"
A player on a broomst;ick wearing scarlet zoomed over the field and the Bulgarians applaueded.
"Ivanova! Zograph! Levski! Vulchanov! Volkov! Aaaand---Krum!"
"They're so fast," sated Ami.
"And now—please greet—the Irish National Quidditch Team!"
Lydia stood up and howled, waving her Irish flag. "Go Ireland!"
"Presenting—Connolly! Ryan! Traoy Mullet! Moran! Quigley!—" (When her uncle's name was announced, Lydia jumped up and cried, "That's my uncle!"), Aaand Lynch!"
The Irish supporters applauded and Lydia was whistling at the players and calling out to them. "Go Uncle Angus! Go! Whoooo!"
Her friends looked up at her in surprise. "Lydia, calm down," Serena said. "The game has just started."
"Wait until they score," Mina said.
"Sorry," Lydia chuckled, "I guess I really get into the game. I'm starting to remember all those times when I watched me dad play." She looked back to the field. "Get 'em, Uncle Angus!"
Her uncle waved at her as they took their places on the field. The referee walked out with a crate under one arm and his broomstick in the other as he held the whistle in his mouth. "And here, all te way from Egypt our referee, acclaimed wizard of the national association of Qudditch, Hasan Mostafa!"
Mostafa jumped on his broom, kicking the grate open and the Quaffle, bludgers and golden snitch flew out. Mostafa blew on thie whistle and otok air.
"Theeeey're off!' cried Bagman. "And it's Mullet! Troy! Back to Mullet! Troy! Levski! Moran!"
The Quaffle was being passed around as if it was about to explode. Serena's eyes didn't have time to rest on any of the players. "They're—making—me—dizzy!" she gasped. "Slow down!"
"I thik if they do slow down," Ami said, "it gives the team a chance to steal the Quaffle."
The three chasers came close together in the Hawkshead Attacking Formation, with Troy leading Mullet and Moran.
"Go Troy!" Lydia cheered. "Mullet, Moran, Go!"
Troy made a Porskoff Ploy to confuse Ivanova and dropped the the Quaffle to Moran.
"Hey, that was a good move," Lita laughed, pointing at Troy. "That's the way!"
"It's called the Porskoff Ploy," said Mina.
Moran caught it and Volkov smacked a ball to Moran.
"Watch it, Moran!" Lydia shouted. "DUCK!"
As if she heard her, Moran ducked but unfortunately dropped the ball. Leviski caught it and started to zoom for the other hoops. Lydia let out a moan of disappointment.
"It's all right, lass!" she yelled to him, cupping her hands around her mouth. "We'll get it back!"
Without further ado, just as Vevski was about to score, Mullet zoomed over him and pulled his hood over his face, making him drop the Quaffle.
That's one of the moves I was talking about. Might be a foul and probably something a Slytherin would do, but hey, as in the movie the players have hoods on their uniforms I bet someone may try that! It's my fic and I don't care!
The Bulgarian's hissed and Lita scratched her head. "Can she do that?"
"She just did," Raye shrugged. "Anything to get the Quaffle, I guess!" she cupped her mouth and called out to Mullet. "Way to go, girl!"
Mullet passed the Quaffle back to Moran, who passed it to Troy. Troy faked to throw it in the left hoop and threw it around him to the right.
"TROY SCORS!" Bagman's voice echoed, glancing at Lydia who held up five fingers and a grin spread across her face. She looked up to Troy and gave him the thumbs up.
"Way to go, Troy!"
"Lydia, didn't you bet with Bagman that Troy would score first?" Raye inquired.
"I did," Lydia replied, "lucky guess, eh?"
"You made a bet with Bagman?" Madame Indigo demanded.
"Er, yes," Lydia mumbled.
"How much?"
"Well, it was a series of bets actually," Lydia said nervously, "of what would happen throughout the game--,"
"How much?" she repeated.
"Twenty-five galleons."
Madame Indigo groaned, "Lydia…"
"What's wrong?" she asked, "I'll probably win and—hey, look, Ryan just prevented Dimitrov from scoring! Go Ryan!""
"Yeh'll see, Lydia," Madame Indigo sighed, shaking her head, "yeh'll see."
As the game went on, Lydia jumped and cheered for the chasers that made goals and when the Irish players dodged the bludgers.
"Quidditch is a very dangerous game," Ami moaned as Connolly smacked a bludger into Dimitrov's ribs.
"Yeah, like hockey!" Lita said excitedly. "Ooh! Good one, Connolly! I wonder if they're allowed to fight. In the air too…wouldn't it be fun to watch?"
Ivanova then came in position of the Quaffle and scored.
"It's all right, Ryan!" she called to him. "We're still in the lead!"
"Better luck next time!" Mina added.
"Oh, those girls are dancing again," Raye moaned and the veela started dancing.
The Bulgarians got the Quaffle again and passed it around. As Serena and the others watched the Bulgarians handle the Quaffle, Lydia looked around the field.
"I wonder where the snitch is," she breathed and rested her eyes on Lynch, who took off quickly towards Krum. "Whoa! I think he saw it! Get it, Lynch! Get the Snitch!""
Krum was heading down to the ground with Lynch not too far behind. "Wait, that can't be right," Ami mumbled, squinting.
Krum pulled up in perfecting timing and Lynch crashed into the ground. Serena covered her mouth with her hands.
"Oh, that had to hurt!" Lita groaned.
"I hope he's okay!" Serena said through her hands.
Lydia turned in her seat to Madame Indigo, "no one tried to pull that one on my Dad, did they?"
"Of course," Madame Indigo replied, "but he never fell for it."
Excitement filled her as Lydia thought about her Dad. If only Malfoy hadn't framed her parents, they wouldn't' be sitting in Azkaban going insane and she would be watching her father play again. He probably would've caught the Snitch by now. She shot an angry look at the Malfoy family.
'I'll never forgive you for this,' she thought before returning her eyes to the field.
"Ami, you know first aid," Mina said, watching mediwizards give Lynch potion. "Why don't you go down and help out?"
"I don't think they'll let me out on the field," she said. "I bet wizards have their own 'first aid.' I wonder what kind of potion they're giving him."
After a few minutes, Lynch was back on his feet and the Irish supoorters cheered. He mounted his Firebolt and Mostafa blew the whistle. Ireland now played as if they were possessed by some great power. Lydia was dancing around, whistling at the players every time the chasers scored and shouting their names. It was as if she had morphed into their coach.
"She's good," Mina said memorably as she watched Mullet speed to the goalposts, "I think I wanna play Chaser."
Then when Mullet came up to score, Zograf came out and rammed her into the ribs, elbowing her way too much to make her drop the Quaffle and she nearly fell off her broom.
"Hey!" Lydia shouted angrily. "FOUL!"
Mina's mouth dropped open in shock. "Did you see that?" she asked Lita.
"Still want to play Quidditch, Mina?" Lita inquired playfully.
"And takes the Bulgarian Keeper to task for cobbing—excessive use of elbows!" Bagman notified "And—yes, it's a penalty to Ireland!"
As the leprechauns formed the words "HA, HA, HA!" Lydia cackled and threw her fist in the air. "Yeah, take it that!"
The veela started dancing and the men in the stands plugged their ears. Mostafa landed by the veela and tried to impress them by flexing his muscles and smoothing his mustache.
"Oh, please!" Raye laughed. "They should have a female referee!"
"I know," Lita agreed. "Who planned this?"
People laughed, including Bagman. "Now we can't have that!" he said. "Somebody slap the referee!"
Fingers in ears, a mediwizard ran to Mostafa and kicked him in the shins, causing a few people to laugh. Serena winced and put her hands on her own shins. Looking mortified, Mostafa started shouting at the veela. They stopped dancing but they didn't look too happy about it.
"And unless I'm mistaken, Mostafa is actually trying attempting to send of the Bulgarian mascots!" Bagman exclaimed. "Now, there's something we haven't seen before…oh this could turn nasty…"
"Yeah, send them away!" Raye cried, shaking her fists. "A bunch of dancing women? Give me a break!"
The Bulgarian Beaters came to down to argue with Mostafa about the Irish mascots. But Mostafa wasn't going to hear for it and he was telling them to get back in the air. Followed by their snubs, he blew the whistle twice.
"Two penalties for Ireland," Bagman cried. "And Volkov and Vulchanov had better get back on those brooms…yes…there they go and Troy takes the Quaffle..."
Serena started biting her fingernails, as the game got more brutal. However, Lydia continued to get into it still the same.
"Will someone please catch the Snitch and end the game?" Serena implored with a groan. "I can't take it anymore!"
"Come on, Serena," Lydia chuckled, nudging her. "It's fun. This is only professional Quidditch. I'm sure it's not like this in Hogwarts."
"Hey, you let go of her broom!" Lita shouted at Dimitorov when Moran had the Quaffle.
"Foul!" all the Irish supporters shouted at once.
"Foul!" Ludo's voice echoed, "Dimitrov skins Moran—deliberately fling to collide there—and it's got to be another penalty—yes, there's the whistle!"
Lydia laughed when the Leprechauns took the shape of a large hand giving a backwards peace sign to the veela.
"Oh, they'd love that," she howled.
AN: I don't know if this was the hand gesture they did in the book. But when I was in England, this was a very bad no, no. So this is a guess. It was like flipping them off. So if you're ever in England and you want to give someone the peace sign, do it with your palm facing them or they'd get offended. I had to be really careful sometimes when I held up the number two!
Angered, the veela jumped up and started throwing fireballs at the Leprechauns. Their beautiful faces were replaced with those of birds and wings protruded out of their shoulders.
"They don't look so pretty now," said Mina.
"I wonder if that's there real form," Raye supposed.
"Uh oh," Ami said. "This is bad."
The fight was so heated that ministry wizards how to go and separate the veela and leprechauns. However, the game went on and the chasers were passing the Quaffle to each other as if they were actually playing hot potato.
"Levski—Dimitrov—Moran—Troy—Mullet—Ivanova—Moran again—Moran—MORAN SCORES!"
"Woohoo!" Lita shouted and the Irish supporters cheered merrily. Below the players, the ministry was still trying to sort out the leprechauns and veela. The Bulgarians gave roars of fury but the game went on with Levski holding the Quaffle.
Lydia looked over to her uncle and just in time to see him knock a Bludger at Krum. Lydia watched on hopefully and it smacked Krum in the face.
Serena gasped and covered her face. "That is sick!"
"Oh, I think his nose is broken!" Lydia said excitedly. "Excellent work, Uncle Angus! Hah!" she jumped up and shouted to everyone around her. "See that? That's my Uncle!"
"How can he still be playing?" Ami wondered allowed.
"What the!" Lita cried. "One of those girls just threw fire on the referee's broom! Oh, come on!"
Mina gasped and pointed at Lynch. "Hey look! I think he saw the Snitch!"
"He can't be feinting," Madame Indigo said.
Krum was going after him and Lydia urged Lynch on. "Come one Lynch! You can do it! Just a little further! Go for the gold!"
"He's going to hit the ground again!" Mina gasped. "Pull up! Pull up!"
But Lynch was still plunging down to the ground. Once again, Lynch hit the ground and the veela jumped on him.
"Hey, stop it!" Lydia hissed at the veela.
Serena started crying. "This game…is…too much! Too much blood! When…will it end?"
"Look, look!" Ami exclaimed. "Krum's got the Snitch!"
"What?" Lydia demanded. "I don't believe this!"
"Ireland still wins, Lydia," Madame Indigo said.
"We do?" Lydia gasped. "Oh, all right!"
The billboard flashed BULGARIA: 160 IRELAND: 170 as Krum rose up in the air, his arm raised high and holding the walnut sized golden ball in his hand.
Lydia danced around, squealing and hugging her friends. "We won! Way to go, Ireland! Way to go! Serena, you can open your eyes now! The game's over, we won!"
"Oh, thank heavens!" Serena sighed, "I though that would never end!"
"IRELAND WINS! KRUM GETS THE SNTICH—BUT IRELAND WINS—good lord, I don't think any of us were expecting that!"
"Oh, I love Quidditch!" Lydia exclaimed.
"Me too!" Lita agreed.
"Me three!" Mina said.
"What about you guys?" Lita asked Serena, Ami and Raye.
"Are you kidding?" Serena demanded. "I saw people get hit in the face by flying balls and fall to the ground. This isn't a sport, it's a bloodbath!"
"Yeah," Ami nodded. "It's quite dangerous."
"That's why they have mediwizards," Lita groaned.
"IT's okay," Raye shrugged, "but I'm still surprised that Grandpa likes to watch this stuff."
"Madame Indigo," Lydia said, "I want to go to Hogwarts this year! I want to try out for the Quidditch team!"
"Yeah," Mina added. "I don't like ordinary school. I still want to try out for Chaser."
"I'm already on it," Madame Indigo said. "I just owled Dumbledore yesterday and told him that you'd be coming."
"Really?" Lydia asked excitedly.
"Yes," she nodded. "He should be sending his reply soon with a list of things you need."
"Yay!" Lydia cheered. "This is the best day ever!"
"And as the Irish tam performs a lap of honor, flanked b their mascots, the Quidditch World Cup itself is brought into the Top Box!"
Lydia grinned and waved at everybody along with Lita and Mina as the top box was magically illuminated. A wizard and witch came up with the cup and gave it to Cornelius Fudge. The witch winked at Bagman, who looked flustered and hurried with his next sentence.
"Let's have a really loud hand for the gallant losers—Bulgaria!"
"Hi Mom!" Mina chuckled as if she were on TV.
"Hi, Mina," said a voice by the entrance.
"Huh?" she looked over to where she heard the voice. A woman wearing Quidditch robes matching Ludo's stood by him, grinning as the Bulgarian team came in and shook hands with Fudge and the Bulgarian minister. She mouthed, "talk to you later," and spoke to the players. Krum entered and Serena gasped at the look at him. Everyone roared so loud that the stadium seemed to shake when Bagman said his name.
"Oh my gosh!" she moaned. "His face."
"He had better put some ice on that," Ami said
The Irish team came in and Lydia waved at them. "Way to go!" Moran and Connolly were walking Lynch inside the Top box. He grinned like a monkey when Troy and Quigley lifted up the Cup.
"Come here, Lydia!" Quigley exclaimed, motioning her to him. "Isn't it beautiful?" Lydia rushed to him and hugged him around the waist.
"You were brilliant!" she said excitedly. "Absolutely fantastic!"
Troy and Quigley brought the cup down and she stroked it. "It's gorgeous," she whispered. "Too bad Dad's not here to see it."
"We won it for him," Troy nodded. "Thanks for cheering us on, Lydia."
"Anytime!" she said.
"Come on," Quigley said. "Come with us to do another lap of honor!"
"You don't have to ask me twice!" she said and the Irish players led her out. She gave the thumbs up to her friends as she walked down.
The girls watched and cheered for Lydia as she rode around with her uncle, sitting in front of him. A couple of times, he took his hands off to let her steer and she did pretty well for her first time. She hooted and hollered at the Irish supporters. Then she took the Irish flag off her hair and held it up. The Irish roared and she began to lead them in the Irish national anthem.
"I can't understand her," Serena said.
"It's the Irish national anthem," said Ami. "She's singing in Irish."
"Amhán Na bhFiann," Madame Indigo explained, "meaning A Soldier's Song."
Seamus Finnigan stared up at her longingly as he sang along. He wished he were riding along with her. As he watched her braids fly around, he wondered if he saw her around somewhere because she looked familiar to him somehow. Then he decided to ask for her autograph, just like she said before the game started. As his eyes focused on the saying, 'Kiss me, I'm Irish'on her shirt, he may just kiss her too. That is, if no was looking.
'I'll do it,' he thought, 'I'll get her autograph.'
To Be Continued