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Chapter 2: The Match
"Mia? Are you ready?" Sally knocked on Mia's bedroom door. It was actually a door! In a tent! Mia still couldn't believe it.
"Yep!" Mia said, throwing on a pair of heeled boots.
"Let's go then!" Mia flung her door open, grinning. She'd watched the games at Hogwarts, but she knew they would be nothing compared to what she was about to witness.
Sally smiled at her, "Come on then," she said, jerking her head towards the tent's front door.
They trudged along a forest path, with Mia jumping up every now and then, trying to catch a glimpse of the Stadium.
She grinned as she heard familiar excited voices, and turned round. A few people were between her and the Weasley's, so she grabbed Sally's wrist and jolted her to a stop, letting the other people pass before slipping in next to George. "Fred, George, meet Sally. Sally- Fred and George," she said, gesturing to each of them.
"Whoa, where'd you come from?" George asked, blinking hard as if she'd just popped up out of the ground.
"We were in front of you," Mia shrugged, "we let the foreign people pass," she gestured to the people in front, who were yelling loudly in a different language. Mia greeted Charlie, who had also noticed that she had turned up.
They continued walking for a while, talking and laughing. Finally, they burst through the trees, and Mia's mouth fell open slightly, her eyes getting even wide. The solid gold stadium standing in front of her, and she wondered how it was possible, even with magic.
Looking behind him, George rolled his eyes and grinned. Someone staggered around her, and muttered something under their breath.
"Mia?" he called, waving a hand in front of her face, and laughing when she snapped back to reality.
"that's amazing," she nodded to the Stadium, and then looked up to see everyone else a little ahead. "c'mon!" she said, grabbing his wrist and running to catch up with them.
They entered the Stadium, climbing higher and higher. Everyone kept looking up, wondering when they'd finally reach their box. Behind her, Fred and George started reminiscing about other famous Quidditch matches, saying how they wouldn't even compare to this.
Finally, though, they reached the top box, and Mia looked down to the pitch. She could see people in boxes below and around them. talking in different languages, wearing odd clothes, screaming support for different teams. But they all had one thing in common. They were all excited for the match to start.
Next to her, Fred and George fell silent, mid-sentence. Mia looked up from the programme she was reading, to see why.
Just a little way away, the Minister for Magic was speaking to a man Mia didn't recognise at first. However, after noticing Draco Malfoy standing next to him, realised it must be his father. There was also a woman, who must have been his mother.
"Ah, Fudge," said Mr Malfoy, holding out his hand as he reached the Minister of Magic. "How are you? I don't think you've met my wife, Narcissa? Or our son, Draco?"
"How do you do, how do you do?" said Fudge, smiling and nodding his head towards the woman, "And allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oblansk… Obalonsk… Mr… well, he's the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, and he can't understand a word I'm saying anyway, so never mind," Fudge shrugged slightly, "And let's see who else… you know Arthur Weasley, I daresay?" everyone looked over at Mr. Weasley, who looked somewhat sour.
"Good lord, Arthur," Mr Malfoy said, "What did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much?" Mia narrowed her eyes.
"Lucius has just given a very generous contribution to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He's here as my guest," Fudge said brightly. Mia grimaced.
"Knowing people like them give money to St. Mungo's almost makes me not want to work there," Mia muttered to Fred and George.
"Almost?" George's eyebrows quirked.
"Yeah, if I work there, then maybe one day one of those Malfoy's will end up there, and I'll be able to make them worse instead of better!" Mia laughed a bit at the thought.
After a while, she went back to flicking through her programmed.
"What kind of mascots do the teams bring?" she asked. Fred was stopped from answering by Ludo Bagman striding into the box.
"Everyone ready?" he asked, sticking his wand to his neck, and then saying "Sonorus!"
"Ladies and gentlemen… welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!" he boomed.
Everyone in the stands cheered, waving hands and flags, and singing national anthems.
"And now," Bagman said, and the crowd quietened, "without further ado, allow me to introduce… the Bulgarian National Team Mascots!"
A hundred very beautiful women walked onto the pitch. A hundred freakily beautiful women. They began dancing and Mia noticed Fred and George lean over the barrier. She narrowed her eyes at the Veela.
"What are they?" Mia asked.
"Veela!" Hermione answered, slightly bitterly, from a few seats down.
Finally, they stopped dancing. Fred, George, and practically every other male in the Stadium blinked and stood up straighter. Harry, just down the row from Mia, had to get off of the chair he was trying to jump off.
"And now!" Bagman yelled, "Kindly put your wands in the air… for the Irish National Team Mascots!" green and gold light flew into the stadium.
It flew around the pitch, and as it flew meters away from their box, Mia managed to catch a glimpse of tiny men with beards and torches.
"Oh my god, their leprechauns!" she yelled, a smile breaking out over her face.
The leprechauns started to drop gold into the stands, and Mia, Fred and George jumped up to catch some of it.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen," Bagman said, holding out his hands, "kindly welcome… the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! I give you Dimitrov!"
A person in scarlet Quidditch robes came flying onto the field, as the Bulgarian supporters screamed.
"Ivanova! Zograf! Levski! Vulchanov! Volkov! Aaaaaaand Krum!"
"And now," Bagman shouted, "please greet… the Irish National Quidditch Team! Presenting: Connolly!"
A figure in bright green soared onto the pitch, and the Ireland supports became even louder then the Bulgarian ones.
"Ryan! Troy! Mullet! Moran! Quigley! Aaaaaand Lynch!"
"And here, all the way from Egypt, our referee, acclaimed Chairwizard of the International Association of Quidditch, Hassan Mostafa!"
A small wizard strode onto the pitch, carrying a large, heavy box. He kicked the box open, and the balls flew up into the air. He flew up into the air, and blew his whistle.
And then the game started. Really started. The Quaffle flew higher, the Bludgers were hit harder, and the players flew faster then Mia had ever seen.
She borrowed Hermione's Omnioculars for a while, but gave them back after almost dropping them in the box below.
Suddenly, both the seekers dived. Speeding towards the ground. "They're going to crash!" she heard Hermione shriek. A split second later, Lynch thudded into the ground, just as Krum pulled up.
"TIME-OUT!" Bagman yelled, as a bunch of Healers fled onto the pitch.
Mia leaned over the barriers, trying to get a better view of what was going on down on the ground far beneath them. As one of her feet unconsciously lifted off of the ground so she could even further, George caught onto her waist, to stop her from falling.
"OI!" she said, pulling out of his grip. She went straight back to leaning over the bars again. George rolled his eyes and glanced at Fred, who just shrugged.
After she almost toppled over the bars again, he just resorted to holding onto her waist.
Down on the pitch, Lynch stood up, slightly dazed. However, he still got back onto his broom, and flew back up to the other players.
George pulled Mia away from the barrier, but didn't let go of her waist. Not that she minded.
Twenty minutes passed, although it seemed much shorted to the screaming crowd. The more points Ireland scored, the more the leprechauns gloated. And the angrier the Veelas got. They stood up and started to dance. George let go of her waist, and, along with all the other boys, covered his ears.
Finally (after the ref had been kicked by a Healer to stop him showing off), the Veelas sat back down, and the game resumed.
The longer the game went on, the more points Ireland scored. The leprechauns really couldn't seem to help themselves; they gloated and taunted the Veela, who finally seemed to have enough. They stood up again, and flew across the pitch. Mia tugged Hermione's Onnioculars away and pressed them to her face. the Veelas face were now bird-like and ugly, wings were sprouting from they back and shooting fire at the leprechauns from their hands.
Mia dropped the Omnioculars from her face in surprise, handing them back to Hermione.
"And that boys," she heard Mr Weasley yell, "is why you should never go for looks alone!"
"Too right," Mia muttered, turning her attention back to the sky above.
There were groans from crowd as a bludger slammed into Krum's face, and blood spilled everywhere. For a second, everyone waited for the whistle to blow. It didn't. Looking around, Mia almost laughed as she saw the referee flying around in panic, the tail of his broom on fire.
Suddenly, Lynch dived, speeding towards the ground. And Krum was following him. Everyone lurched forwards, watching the two Seekers. They got closer to the ground. They got even closer to the ground.
Lynch crashed. Krum pulled up.
"The Snitch! Where's the Snitch?" Charlie yelled from next to Fred.
Mia's eyes flicked from Lynch to Krum, who was holding something. "He's got it- Krum's got it… its all over!" she heard Harry shout.
"IRLAND WINS! KRUM GETS THE SNITCH, BUT IRLAND WINS!" Bagman shouted, shocked.
The words sunk into Mia's head, and she remembered the bet Fred and George had told her about.
"Oh my God," she said, and turned around to face George, who was maybe just a little bit too close.
"What?" he asked, taken aback at her sudden proximity.
"You won!" she screamed, over the noise of the crowd, "you won your bet!"
Fred and George looked at each other, and they cracked out grins. Mia squealed and flung her arms around george, who stumbled back a bit. Looking back to his brother, he saw that Fred had raised his eyebrows, and was smirking knowingly.
"Let's have a round for the gallant losers," Bagman bellowed, "Bulgaria!"
The Bulgarian team shuffled into the top box, with Krum still grasping the Snitch. Mia applauded enthusiastically, along with everyone else in the stadium.
And then came the Irish team, and Bagman's voice couldn't be heard over the roar of the crowd. Lynch was dazed and was being supported by two of the other players.
And when the Cup was lifted by them, the crowd got even louder, if that was even possible.
As Bagman took the charm off of his voice, Fred and george rushed over the back of their seats, and held out their hands to him.
"ah… yes, yes… I owe you… how much?"
Seconds later, they scrambled back next to Mia, stuffing all the gold into their pockets, beaming.
Laughing at them, she said, "Put that money to good use!"
"Oh, don't worry. We will," they said together, a mischievous glint in their eyes.
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