The two sat in amusement, content as George's fingers stroked the palm of her hand over and over and they watched the crowd around them. They were at the next Quidditch World Cup with hopes that it wouldn't end up like the last World Cup and they were watching Fred struggle to sit still as Tararyn painted his face, George and Minya already done.
The twins were going for Ireland who had made it there once again, whereas Minya and Tararyn were excitedly going for Australia, who had made the team once a few Aboriginal players had made it there. It was going to be an excellent match, Tara couldn't stop babbling how they were just fearless and the players on their team fell from their brooms the most from their dives and snatches for the balls and snitch.
"Sit still!" Tara commanded, squeezing her boyfriends hand pointedly. She wasn't the best artist ever and now her four leaf clover looked a little like a puddle of green goo.
"I don't sit still." Fred retorted, eyes still squeezed shut as the cold paint tickled his face.
"Wanna go get something to eat?" George offered Minya as Tara slapped Fred's arm, making him tackle her down to the narrow floor between the rows of seats.
"Oh god, yes please." Minya jumped up straight away and the two escaped thankfully, money clinking happily in their pocket. They'd all saved for months for this holiday and they planned to enjoy it, despite their friends and twins awkward love or not.
"Either she's going to kill him or he'll run in fear when things get too serious." George mused aloud as they ducked through the crowds to find the shortest line to the best food and drink.
"Lets hope its soon, whichever one they chose." Minya grinned. "How about here"
"Now, see, first thing you have to learn about World Cups, is you're only allowed to eat the food coloured for your team. Which means you can have...custard...bananas...egg...and I can have...Apples. Perhaps cucumber"
"And we're going to find all that here, are we?" Minya laughed, squeezing George's hand tighter as they continued to duck through the nagging crowd.
He stopped suddenly and pointed to a stall ahead of them with their clasped hands.
"Gotta love vegetarians." He grinned, making Minya laugh again that such a stall existed. One that sold fruit and vegetables at the World Cup of Quidditch?
"We can get a sandwich made up." He explained. "Or at least a salad"
"Or I could just have nachos. That's yellow and green enough for me if I get guacamole, right?" "If you wanted to be smart and not eat rabbit food, then sure." George nudged her, wondering why he hadn't thought of that. She remained with him though, and he bought them both an apple each, happy to continue on the tradition in the healthiest of ways.
The twins were going for Ireland who had made it there once again, whereas Minya and Tararyn were excitedly going for Australia, who had made the team once a few Aboriginal players had made it there. It was going to be an excellent match, Tara couldn't stop babbling how they were just fearless and the players on their team fell from their brooms the most from their dives and snatches for the balls and snitch.
"Sit still!" Tara commanded, squeezing her boyfriends hand pointedly. She wasn't the best artist ever and now her four leaf clover looked a little like a puddle of green goo.
"I don't sit still." Fred retorted, eyes still squeezed shut as the cold paint tickled his face.
"Wanna go get something to eat?" George offered Minya as Tara slapped Fred's arm, making him tackle her down to the narrow floor between the rows of seats.
"Oh god, yes please." Minya jumped up straight away and the two escaped thankfully, money clinking happily in their pocket. They'd all saved for months for this holiday and they planned to enjoy it, despite their friends and twins awkward love or not.
"Either she's going to kill him or he'll run in fear when things get too serious." George mused aloud as they ducked through the crowds to find the shortest line to the best food and drink.
"Lets hope its soon, whichever one they chose." Minya grinned. "How about here"
"Now, see, first thing you have to learn about World Cups, is you're only allowed to eat the food coloured for your team. Which means you can have...custard...bananas...egg...and I can have...Apples. Perhaps cucumber"
"And we're going to find all that here, are we?" Minya laughed, squeezing George's hand tighter as they continued to duck through the nagging crowd.
He stopped suddenly and pointed to a stall ahead of them with their clasped hands.
"Gotta love vegetarians." He grinned, making Minya laugh again that such a stall existed. One that sold fruit and vegetables at the World Cup of Quidditch?
"We can get a sandwich made up." He explained. "Or at least a salad"
"Or I could just have nachos. That's yellow and green enough for me if I get guacamole, right?" "If you wanted to be smart and not eat rabbit food, then sure." George nudged her, wondering why he hadn't thought of that. She remained with him though, and he bought them both an apple each, happy to continue on the tradition in the healthiest of ways.
True love was green apples.