Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangles.

- Ally Condie

They'd been planning this for months; years, even. Making lists and arrangements and ensuring that even the finest detail was accounted for. This had been something that they'd wanted to do since they were children. Sometimes they had stayed up all night planning it – checklists written in brightly coloured crayon and almost illegible handwriting; sheets of paper with fading pencilled words; parchment with ink carefully written but smudged with over-eager fingers. What we want to do when we grow up:

And only one thing ever stayed the same; always in the number one spot.

She stepped through the green flames, feeling the familiar rush of dizziness that travelling by Floo always brought about. 'Maybe I should have gotten that Portkey, after all', she thought as she stepped out of the fireplace unsteadily. She used the wall to brace herself as she waited for the vertigo to abate, head bowed and eyes closed, trying to ignore the ringing in her ears.

"Lucy!" was shouted loud enough to cause several customers at the far end of the shop to glare in their direction, the hand grabbing her arm startling her, and she would have lost her balance completely if the person hadn't also thought to steady her. Slowly, she turned around, the last vestiges of dizziness leaving her.

"Molly! Hey! I thought you'd probably be late," a grin accompanying her words.

"Late? Me? Well, yeah... okay. But not for this!" The answering grin was just as bright, though maybe a little manic.

"That's good to hear. How long have you been here, anyway?" She nodded at the take-out coffee cup in her sisters hand, the cardboard sleeve peeled back slightly as if she'd been picking at it nervously whilst she waited.

"Oh, not long," her voice held a false sense of casualness as she led her sister to the door. "This is only my third cup," she continued in the same tone. "You're buying the next one," she added cheerfully, ignoring her sister's disbelieving stare.

Molly rushed them both out of the small shop, and into the narrow street. She smiled as an old couple walking their dog bid them a good morning, easily falling into the old routine of listening to Molly happily talking to people while she stood back and watched even though it had been years since she'd been that cripplingly shy.

They walked through the mostly quiet streets of the small town in a comfortable silence after that; the excitement spreading between them so strong she could almost taste it. It felt good to just exist with her sister after such a long time with so little contact. 'We should try to do this more often,' she thought, 'maybe we could take a look at the Muggle part of the town, too.'

She was about to voice the thought aloud to her sister when they reached the stadium. She could remember her mother explaining to her once how Muggles would just see an open field and would feel the need to stay away from it.

The pitch was amazing; half decked out in an orange so bright that she couldn't see it not putting off the players, and the other half decorated with the colours of the Falcons. There was already a large crowd gathered; people seated or wandering around and all making a lot of noise. She absolutely loved it.

They joined their fellow fans in the eye-watering section of the stands, their own brightly coloured t-shirts and scarves on proud display.

"This is awesome!" Molly yelled in her ear, still barely managing to be heard over the noise of the crowds. "It's gotta be better than the World Cup finals!" She couldn't see her sister's grin, but it was obvious in her voice.

"That's only because the Canons would never make it," she laughed, stumbling slightly as she turned to shout to her sister and missed the next step. "But we love them anyway."

"They wouldn't be the Canons if they didn't suck at Quidditch!"

"Don't tell that to Uncle Ron. He's still under the impression that they're actually good."

They finally managed to find two empty seats together, and awkwardly shuffled their way past the people already seated to get to the middle of the row. Slightly breathless – and after many apologies – they made it to the seats. They were right in the middle of the stands amongst some of the loudest fans she'd ever heard.

Grinning at her sister, Lucy leant over and yelled –

"We should do this again!"

"Yeah! Definitely! But next time, you're paying."

"I paid for my ticket!" Lucy yelled back, slightly defensively. Molly just shook her head and waved the empty coffee cup in her face, accidentally popping the lid off and flicking the last dregs of the now cold liquid in an unsuspecting strangers face. "Hey! I didn't have any!"

"Okay. Good," Lucy felt an impending sense of dread. "You can go get snacks, then. Oh! And more coffee," her sister shoved her back the way they had come with a smug grin and a promise to save her seat.

She kept up a constant litany of complaints all the way to and from the concession stand, ignoring the strange looks people were giving her. She doubted she'd ever see any of them again. She only stopped with the complaints when she reached their row and had to navigate the narrow walk-way without dropping the drinks and small mountain of snack food. She didn't want to have to make a second trip.

She had only just sat down when the crowd erupted into thunderous cheers as the players stepped out onto the pitch and she found herself standing once more, clapping and yelling with everyone else.

The cheering didn't die down until the players were preparing to mount their brooms, and she watched eagerly as the game began.