Chapter 2: The World Cup
"Wow, these are good seats." Lauran commented on our World Cup seats inside of the top box.
"Yes they are." George replied, "Hey look there's Harry, Ron, and Hermione."
"Ah yes, and there's Bill and Charlie. In fact everyone's here except the Woods, our lovely parents, and Percy, plus the rest of Harry's family." Fred added.
"Look across the pitch." I said, "It's our favorite person, Malfoy."
"Riley, I thought we were trying to find our FRIENDS not the people we despise." Celeste said pointedly.
"I know but his head is so abnormally large it was hard to miss." I replied.
"Ah, there's Julia. And I see Jaclyn next to her. Ah, there's Amity." Lauran had just pointed out most of the rest of the Gryffindor girls in less then a minute.
"Yeah, and you know not to bother looking for Chloe or Emma. Emma's parents are Muggles and Chloe said they couldn't get tickets." I pointed out. That was all of the 2nd year Gryffindor girls. There were eight of us.
"Wow, there are eight of you. Uncle Ron said they only had five in their year." Greg spoke up.
"The school's grown a good bit since they were there." Lauran said.
"Ah, there's the Woods and Mum and Dad." George said. Everyone stood up to greet everyone else and seats were move around.
"Great," I mumbled, "Here's Lily and the only front row seat left is next to me."
"Don't look at me." Greg informed me, "I'm not sitting next to her. There's no way!"
"Please," I said making a pouting face. "You still owe me for earlier in the summer when you broke your Mum's favorite flower pot and I-"
"Okay, okay, don't talk about that! I'll trade you seats. And you'd better be grateful."
"Don't worry, I am."
"Kids you're lucky. I wish I was back at Hogwarts this year." Mrs. Weasley said longingly.
"That's what you said last time Mum." Ron pointed out.
"I sure wouldn't mind just watching it sometime." My dad said.
"Oh, that's right. Not your best experience was it dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Well family, I hope you're ready for some Quidditch. We've had an awful time keeping the Muggles from being suspicious. There's one manager who needs ten memory charms a day to keep him happy." Percy Weasley had come into the box. That had to mean that the match was about to start since Percy was the head of Wizard Security.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE ARE PROUD TO WELCOME ALL OF YOU VISITORS TO THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP HOSTED BY ENGLAND. SO WOTHOUT FURTHER ADO WE WELCOME OUT THE FRENCH AND THE ENGLAND QUIDDITCH TEAMS AND THEIR MASCOTS." The announcer had magically magnified his voice so he could be heard throughout the Pitch.
"I PRESENT TO YOU THE ENGLISH TEAM OF OLIVER WOOD, SEAN CROSBY, MARJA WILCOX, SOPHIE KINGSTON, JULIAN RUTHERFELD, CHARLES KNIGHTLY, AND EVERETT WILSON!
"I PRESENT TO YOU THE FRENCH TEAM WITH JAQUES WATKINS, ARIANE NEWMAN, ARMAND JACOBS, BERN DELACOUR, CHASE WIDAKER, CLARKE KENTERS, AND CORINNE HODGEPECKINS!
"HERE IS OUR REFEREE FOR THE GAME, DWIGHT SHUNPIKE. THE SNITCH IS RELEASED, THE QUAFFLE IS THROWN, AND THEY'RE OFF!
"WILCOX CATCHES THE QUAFFLE, PASSES IT TO KINGSTON WHO PASSES IT TO CROSBY BEHIND HER BACK. CROSBY TOSSES IT BACK TO KINGSTON AND KINGSTON SHOOTS…
OH, THAT WAS SOME NICE BEATING BY FRENCH BEATER WIDAKER! JACOBS IN POSSESSION OF THE QUAFFLE, HE PASSES IT TO NEWMAN WHO PASSES IT TO DELACOUR WHO IN TURN PASSES IT TO JACOBS. THEY'RE CLOSING IN ON THE ENGLISH GOALPOSTS. NEWMAN TAKES THE QUAFFLE AND SHE SHOOTS... WOW, NICE SAVE THERE BY OLIVER WOOD. WOOD PASSES THE QUAFFLE TO KINGSTONWHO TAKES OFF DOWN THE PITCH TOWARD THE FRENCH GOALPOSTS!"
The game went on like that for a long time with neither team scoring. Neither Seeker had seen the Snitch the whole game. I had caught sight of it multiple times already. One time it was flying around Oliver Wood's head. I spotted the Snitch again fluttering just above the grass on the pitch. Someone had to see it eventually!
"WHAT'S THIS? LADIES AND GENTLEMEN TAKE A LOOK AT HODGEPECKINS AND WILSON. THEY'VE BOTH GONE INTO SPLENDID DIVES. THERE'S THE SNITCH, SEE IT THERE JUST ABOVE THE MIDDLE OF THE PITCH? AND HODGEPECKINS PULLS AHEAD A LITTLE BUT WILSON SOARS BACK MATCHING HER FOR SPEED AND DISTANCE. THEY'RE NECK AND NECK! WILSON'S PULLING OUT IN FRONT, BUT CAN HE PULL OUT OF THE DIVE IN TIME. HODGEPECKINS IS SLOWING DOWN; SHE DOESN'T WANT TO HIT THE GROUND AT THAT SPEED. WILSON STICKS HIS ARM OUT, HE CATCHES THE SNITCH!
"HE'S WON THE GAME BUT CAN HE PULL OUT OF THE DIVE? YES! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! WILSON HAS PULLED OUT OF THE DIVE! THIS IS ONE VICTORY ENGLAND WILL NEVER FORGET! ENGLAND WINS THE MATCH 150-0! I THINK THEY WERE PRETTY WELL MATCHED IN THIS GAME. PLEASE BE SAFE WITH YOUR CELEBRATING AND THINGS. HAVE A SAFE TRIP HOME AND REMEMBER, MADAME MAXINE'S ALL PURPOSE SCUM REMOVER GETS OUT THE TOUGH STAINS IN YOUR HOME."
"That was the WORST World Cup game I've ever seen." Lily said snidely.
"They were fairly well matched and both teams played hard," I said ignoring Lily's comment. "Corinne Hodgepeckins backed off too soon; she could have pulled out of that dive. It wasn't quite vertical so you could use the momentum to pull you horizontal."
"Uh, sure you could." Greg said, "I don't do the dives so I wouldn't know. But I think Corinne Hodgepeckins should have kept going; she lost the match for France."
"Not her fault," Lauran said, "She would have kept flying if Armand Jacobs hadn't signal to back off she might have caught it. He'd rather lose a game then lose such an outstanding Seeker."
"Yeah, I noticed that he signaled for her to back off too." Celeste put in, "but if it was me I'd have let her try, she knows her limits."
"Come on kids," George Weasley said, "let's go back to the tents and get some sleep. Nothing much but drinking and some fireworks will be happening for the rest of the night."
"But the parties are the best part dad!" Celeste insisted.
"Yes, but your mum wouldn't let you go to them if she was on her deathbed." George replied quietly.
A/N: Ans there's chapter 2! woot woot! Love you all!