So it begins, as an aside writing a Lucius who was willing to indulge in humoring a sulking Dancia was kind of amusing for me considering he completely agrees with her point of view yet it didn't really matter because politics.
Also expect more of the kids just being floored at what wizards think muggles wear as casual clothing, having them freeze up in utter bafflement as they try to process what they are seeing is kinda fun.
"Daddy do we really have to do this?"
Dancia did not mean to sound like she was whining, she was above that after all, yet she could not help but feel that was exactly what she was doing, which honestly embarrassed her more than she would like to admit.
Thankfully, her father was in an indulging mood as he ran a finger down her jawline and once reaching her chin, lifted the sulking witch's head to meet his gaze evenly while giving her a knowing smirk.
"Dear you wanted to be more involved with the family politics, and this after all is part of that."
She gave up all pretense here, she was whining, whatever, "But it's Fudge! The man is an imbecile and sharing a box with him means we'll have to interact with him throughout the entire match, which means we will collectively be losing brain cells through osmosis at best!"
Lucius, not nearly as ignorant of the muggle world as he would lead others to believe let out a sharp bark of laughter before replying, "We are hardly talking about the redistribution of water between cells here dear."
Dancia crossed her arms and glared at an apparently offensive teacup resting on a side table while muttering out, "The analogy stands..."
Lucius let out a low hum before shooting his daughter an amused smile, "I believe this is more of a simile than anything dear."
He had to do his very best to not break out laughing at the incensed glare his little angel shot his way, "Fine, the man is still a fool who will do anything to curry favor with the elite. He is such a...such a..."
"Politician is the word you are looking for Dany," Lucius stated while picking at a none existent bit of lint on his lapel. "And yes, he is a fool, but he is a useful fool."
Dancia growled as she shot a glare at him, "What happens when he stops being a useful fool and becomes a dangerous one?"
"Then he falls, blackmail is a wondrously versatile tool my child."
Dancia was quiet for a time, then she let out a tired sigh and nodded, "Fair enough...But I am bringing Harry...and Hermione with me... None negotiable."
Lucius scoffed at that, as if he had not already anticipated that stipulation, "Very well, as an aside we are all to go in as 'Muggles' which I am very well aware won't mean much to you and your friends. The rest of the magical world though..."
Dany cocked her head to the side as she raised a brow while stating, "Daddy?"
Lucius could not help himself, he let out a laugh and shook his head slowly sending his long blonde lockes swaying, "Bring a camera, what the average wizard thinks muggles dress like is... Oh what was that chap's name... Ah, worthy of Benny Hill. Or Monty Python now that I think about it."
Dancia stared at her father for a time, then broke out laughing.
Her Lucius was so far separated from Draco's Lucius it was not even funny, this conversation alone being a highlight of that very fact.
"Fine, but if the words 'marriage' and 'contract' come up in any point of conversation whilst rubbing elbows with the powerful and incompetent, there will be...violence."
Rather than being intimidated Lucius only nodded as he replied, "Your mother and aunts made that readily apparent years ago little one, now should you not be writing letters to your friends so you may all meet up at the same time?"
Dany blinked once then nodded, "I...thank you daddy, I appreciate the freedom you are allotting myself."
Lucius smiled, kissed her brow, then turned away, "You are quite welcome my dear, now get a move on."
The Quidditch World Cup Finale was not just about the sport itself, in fact many would say that the two week build up to the actual game was one of the most fantastical cultural melting pot events of the wizarding world and superseded the game itself in its importance.
Dany could not help but agree with this line of thought when the portkey transporting Hermione, Harry, and herself dropped them on the cusp of madness.
"Bloody hell," Harry muttered as he stared out at that the tens of thousands of magical's setting up camp before them.
"I cannot even...there is so much...there are so many..." Hermione had blue screened, Dancia realized this quickly as she began rubbing the bushy haired witches back gently while she herself took stock of their current situation.
Having to go muggle, Dany went the Tonks route, she was wearing torn up black leggings, knee high combat boots, a plaid blue and black skirt, a simple black blouse, and a denim jacket covered in patches and buttons.
Hermione looked adorable in a lilac sundress and stylish white short cut jacket, a sunhat and sandals finishing off her ensemble.
Harry had gone with skinny jeans, a pair of bright red Chuck Taylor's, an old bomber jacket with a stylized voluptuous angel on the back holding a bomb with the words 'Made In Heaven' scrawled beneath her, and much to Dany's chagrin, an AC/DC t-shirt.
So it begins.
Guiding her friends forward they approached the muggle man who had to process the insanity of the wizarding world renting out his property alongside the fact that he had to be obliviated constantly; Dany did not think that was fair to the poor man and once again wondered what the fuck Fudge was thinking putting Bagman in charge of anything more important than a fruit cart.
He eyed the trio up a few moments then smiled brightly, "Today has been crazy but I admit seeing a group of teenagers dressed like teenagers is a nice change, name?"
"Black and Bones I believe, sir."
He eyed his paperwork a moment then nodded, "Ah, you lot have a reservation at A3 yeah?"
Harry stepped forward and handed off his paperwork, "Yeah that's right, and what do you mean about the whole clothes thing?"
The muggle man laughed as he double checked the documents before handing them back to him, "Just before you arrived I had a bloke wearing a hijab, a kilt, and a sports bra. Before him was a woman wear'in some sort of dress out of a Victorian movie, and before her was a bloke wear'in a bikini bottom, cowboy boots, and a cape. Frankly, you lot are a breath of fresh air."
Dancia couldn't help herself, "I...wait...what...wait what the hell?!"
The man chuckled at her flabbergasted look while nodding in agreement, "I hear ya young lady, and language as me wife would say. Now on with you lot, have fun!"
As the trio walked away Hermione shook her head and stated what they were all thinking.
"Wizards are bloody insane...that is all there is to it..."
Her best friends simply sighed and threw their arms around her shoulders, praying they could avert the bushy haired genius from having a mental breakdown trying to process the complete and utter lack of logic that ran rampant in the majority of the magical populace.
They eventually found the tent that Sirius had supplied them and once entering it they encountered Neville, Susan and Luna, though no adults were present.
It took the six of them roughly two and a half minutes to break into the liquor cabinet, though they all agreed three double shots of whatever was their poison was enough for the night. Not one of them, not even Dany, realizing they were being watched over by Lady Longbottom on the upper floor balcony, who for her part was doing her best to not break out laughing at their teenage shenanigans.
The only ones who handled the following hangover the next morning with anything resembling dignity and grace were Harry and Dany, neither of them were sure whether to thank or curse Sirius for tempering them to this sort of thing.
The adults all gave the kids knowing looks and seemed to find quite a bit of amusement in their collective misery, though that wasn't all that surprising considering most of them were sadists. After they had all recovered no one suggested a repeat of the night before, which was probably the adults reason for letting it happen regardless, and so life moved on.
The next few days led to their group exploring the camp, chatting with those who could understand them, (the Terrible Trio being polyglots having more success than the others) and generally just absorbing the atmosphere while relishing in the innate chaos of this event.
They met up with various classmates during the following days, notably Dany had pulled the Weasley twins aside and warned them to not make any bets with Ludo Bagman since he was dangerously in debt with the goblins, while also making an official bet with Gringotts using her future knowledge.
If things played out like they did before it'd be a massive boon to her personal finances, if they didn't oh well, there went a week's allowance.
Sometimes, most times, it was kind of great being a spoiled rich witch, not that she would ever be so crass to advertise the fact.
Eventually it was time for the main event and their group was guided to the Minister's box which, ugh, was as horrible as Dany thought it would be, only plus side was no Umbitch was forced into their presence which was really in everyone's benefit.
Dany did find it funny though when Minister Fudge had basically fallen back on pantomiming and speaking slowly and loudly trying to get the Bulgarian minister to understand him before the match began, it was obvious the man in question understood him yet pretended to be oblivious for his own personal amusement.
She respected that, get your jollies where you could especially when you made someone you had no respect for look like an idiot in the process without any real effort on your part.
Eventually the mascots came out, the Irish's leprechauns were as crassly amusing as anyone would expect, the veela of Bulgaria though were another can of worms entirely.
Harry glanced back and forth at the glassy eyed men around him and went wide eyed when one man nearly threw himself out of their box trying to reach out towards the spectral beauties, he turned to Dany and shot out, "What the hell is wrong with everyone? I mean what in the literal hell!?"
Dany and Mia both gave him approving looks but it was Mia who spoke up first, "They are veela Harry, they make most men fall into a state of lust that encourages them to behave like idiots as they do everything in their power to please them. Only those truly in love or having a strong sense of will can ignore it."
Harry stared out at the surrounding stands as he watched several people across the pitch jump to their likely deaths while letting out a "Huh".
Dany waved it off lightly, "Don't worry about those idiots, the pitch is charmed so anyone who decides to take the plunge will have a slightly jarring landing and a very embarrassing confrontation with their significant others when they get back to their box. Oh, looks like the match is about to start!"
The match more or less went exactly like it had in Draco's timeline, Krum caught the snitch for Bulgaria but the Irish still won, which, considering the locale meant complete and utter chaos as the parties sprung up across the campground which was...concerning since wizards were not subtle at the best of times.
Still Dany was happy, she was surrounded by friends and family, she was slightly buzzed from the brandy Dora had snuck her, and was cuddled between Harry and Hermione underneath a blanket before a large bonfire singing 'We Are the Champions' in blurred bliss.
Curling into Harry's side while Hermione did the same to her the trio absorbed the happy atmosphere and she very nearly fell asleep when she was startled into alertness as a massive explosion went off behind them, soon a pale of silence spread across the the festivities, then the screaming began.
Dancia's eyes widened in horror when she realized that this, this was the first bell toll of the coming war.
If you're wondering Dancia always assumed her father orchestrated the Death Eater event at the World Cup because...why wouldn't she? So she's caught flat footed like everyone else.
Anyway, I'm gonna try to get some sleep, hope you all enjoyed!