A.N. — I said, way back in Hooch's drabble, that I'd write Hassan Mostafa before touching any of the epilogue kids. Well, I wrote Teddy Lupin, but he existed before the last chapter. Anyway, today in 1994 is the World Cup final, and it's time for the ref to (not) shine.
229. Hassan Mostafa
To be chosen to referee the Quidditch World Cup Final, an official had to have a world-class resume: a history of quick thinking, unbiased judgment, and sharp eyes.
Yet here Hassan Mostafa was, blowing it on the biggest stage the sport had to offer.
The veela had already proven themselves a nuisance pre-match, but with the game getting away from the Bulgarians, they retaliated by amping up their allure. And all of Hassan's winning qualities were wiped away in a fog of lust.
He came to his senses only after being slapped and kicked. Hassan, shamed, wished he'd stayed beguiled.