The Volturi sat in the dungeons, feeling quite unnerved. After the war was announced, they immediately set to fighting and gathering warriors. Marcus, Aro and Caius sat on the high chairs, thinking about tactics and moves. Their best fighters, Jane, Alec and Chelsea were practising on each other. At the moment, Jane and Alec were going at it, Jane hissing furiously as Alec blinded her. "You're not as hot as you think you are, Jane," said Alec, to provoke her. It worked; she pounced on him, her attempts at torturing his mind lost; she was gonna rip that smarmy bastard to pieces. Alec ducked her easily – her chagrined scream of anger was enough warning. He laughed as she sprawled on the ground.
Marcus stood up. "Play nice, kids." He said. "I honestly don't know why this is happening...it's very obvious which one is better, so why?"
"Why, dear Marcus," said Aro cheerfully. "It's because the side that knows it's worse won't admit it! We must prove it to them, once and for all."
Marcus mulled that over. "Agreed."

Pavarti and Padma sighed and sat with Lavender, anticipation in the air. There were several months of preparation [for, in the Twilight world, to make things simpler, there was adequate time to practise and have kick-ass moves, and even though your competitors were much more advanced than you and had thousands of years to practise, you still scare them], but they felt bored shooting spells at stone statues [since they were great replicas of vampires], though watching them explode in thousands of sparkles [also a great imitation] like fireworks, or crackers on Christmas. Lavender sighed.
"Seamus asked what you were doing on Saturday, Pavarti..." sighed Lavender dreamily, her mind obviously elsewhere.
"Oooh...but no...what's-his-name from Beauxbatons is still writing to me, he wants to get together as well...maybe in a month or two, when I ditch him..."
Padma was staring at a crystal ball. Even though Pavarti was the psychic [supposedly], she was still interested in the misty shapes in the frosted sphere. Her eyes glazed dreamily, she flopped her head to the side and shot a spell without looking at a bottle, which promptly exploded. The three girls shielded themselves from the shards, and sighed again in angst, thinking about the eminent fight.
"Stupid, sparkly vampires." They muttered in unison.

Alice bounced away from Jasper, who bounded at her. "Nuh uh, I saw that!" she cried happily.
"Alice, c'mon." Said Jasper sadly, feeling chagrined. "You're wounding my ego!"
"Suck it up like you did that doe! Let's go again." Jasper lunged at Alice angrily, but in a lightning quick move, Alice dodged his attack and tripped him. She laughed as he sprawled on the floor.
"You," said Jasper ruefully, "Have been spending too much time with Rosalie."

Angela smiled at the memory of last Saturday. She and Ben took her little brothers to the beach down at La Push. She was happily anticipating the fight. She would not, of course, hurt her competitors – she would simply incapacitate them. Though she was slightly worried by the information delivered to her by the slightly freaky Aro, who had strange creepy old man tendencies and looks, but she had gotten used to the idea.
Sparkly Vampires, she thought, practising her kick boxing. Who'd have thunk it?