Luscious and Sexy hit the ground with a thud. They looked around them and saw that they were in a dark forest filled with trees, bushes and other leafy foliage. They heard twigs snap and saw a dark shape moving towards them. Sexy felt Luscious move closer to him. Sexy lit the end of his wand. A squirrel popped out from behind a tree and they instantly relaxed. The squirrel was quite cute and was holding a cheese sandwich in its hands. It beckoned to Sexy and Luscious and they began to follow it through the dense undergrowth.
"We lost the squirrel!" Luscious shouted suddenly. They whirled around and could see no squirrel anywhere. They had lost it. Luscious picked something up off the floor, "but I found his cheese sandwich-"
"CHEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!" a large, fat man flung himself at Luscious from a nearby tree squashing him flat. Sexy watched amusedly as the fat man fought for his cheese sandwich and Luscious fought to get free from underneath his large bulk.
"Sorry," the man said straightening up; which took some time considering his enormous stomach. "Force of habit. You can't be too careful with the sandwiches round here, I think that's one of the only safe ones. Come on." He led them into a clearing which had a little hut in the centre. They entered the hut which had posters around the walls saying "une baguette avec CHEESE!" They showed a family eating rather large cheese sandwiches with big, cheesy grins on their faces. Underneath the family, written in tiny letters said, 'produced and sponsored by the Quidditch World Cup Federation.'
"Oh I forgot it's the World Cup." Sexy said. "You know with 'dying' and all that."
"Yes the Quidditch World Cup. Now hosted in France! You are right next to the Stadium." As soon as he said these words the Stadium popped into existence close-by. Neither Sexy nor Luscious had noticed it before given the fact that there were so many secrecy charms on it.
"I don't get it. What happened to the squirrel? What's the plot to make terrible things happen? What's wrong with cheese sandwiches? What's this map for? I think I need to sit down." Luscious collapsed into a conveniently placed chair located right behind him.
"I was the squirrel. I am an Animagus. The plot to make terrible things happen involves the cheese sandwiches and that map should lead you to the headquarters of the people plotting it. That's why I was so obsessive of that cheese sandwich before, it's one of the only safe ones left, you see…."The man was overcome with grief as tears filled his small eyes, "the cheese sandwiches are being poisoned."
Luscious and Sexy gasped in unison. "Why!" they exclaimed.
"Well as you can see on this poster it's the work of the World Cup Federation, everyone on the other team will eat the sandwiches and be too ill to play. They've poisoned all cheese sandwiches, just to make sure, they say the one behind it has gone mad with power. You two need to follow the map to stop this most heinous crime! Good luck!"
He opened the door and Sexy and Luscious squeezed past him into the open air. The air was fresh after the overwhelming body odour of the fat man, and they felt optimistic about the quest that lay ahead of them. They set off following the map and soon were in a small village. They tried to remain inconspicuous by creeping around corners and taking shortcuts through dark alleyways, they didn't keep this up for long as the dark gave Luscious the "heebie-jeebies".
"This is odd," murmured Sexy, some time later. "The map says we have arrived."
They gazed around the empty, long abandoned town square and couldn't see any building like that on the map.
"Oh no, I can't see any 35 Oeuf Route, Vieux Ville-" Luscious murmured as a house sprung up from the ground in front of them. It was a large foreboding looking French mansion with large, stone, gargoyle statues whose eyes glared at Sexy and Luscious. There was a plaque on the front gate reading, "Maison de Mal."
"This house wasn't here a minute ago," Luscious muttered "I'm sure it wasn't. It wasn't there was it Sexy? "Maison de Mal"? That sounds nice."
"Maybe you need your eyes testing. And maybe you need to learn French. Come on." Sexy dragged Luscious inside the gate. As they walked down the garden path they noticed the gargoyle statues were no longer at the front gate. In fact the gargoyles had now moved to block the front door.
"How do we get round them?" asked Luscious as they reached the door.
"Password?" said the smaller of the stone gargoyles in a gravely tone.
"Maison de Mal?" Luscious suggested receiving a very cold look from Sexy. "Maybe not, then."
Sexy looked at the map, looking for anything on it that could aid them to get inside. No secret entrance. No hint at the password. Nothing. He racked his brains. It should be something French-
"Une baguette," Luscious cried vainly, whilst Sexy pondered.
"Quiet," he instructed. French words, French words. When did he learn French? That Summer after his second year at Hogwarts. Lily had taught him. He tried to think of some words that would be of use to him. Wait, maybe-
"Fromage?" the word sounded stupid even to him. "Fromage," he repeated strongly as the gargoyles moved away from the door, grumbling angrily.
Sexy and Luscious stepped inside.