The crowd dispersed through the Forest as the bright lights of the Stadium illuminated through the trees. Owls chirped and landed on their owner's shoulders giving last minute mail or begging for a treat. Hermes, the family owl, swooped down at Tessa's eye level and landed in a tree to the right of her.

Tessa stopped and raised her arm for the bird to land. Hermes landed quickly, and placed a small letter in Tessa's free hand. He gracefully flew back into the trees chirping with other owls leaving their owners to carry on once more. Her stomach dropped as she recognized the hand writing that hastily scribbled her name on the tea stained parchment. She stuffed the letter in her pocket and began walking with the crowd, again, through the brush.

Once into open field, on the other side, Tessa was stopped by security.

"Ticket please," said the man quickly. She pulled the gold foiled paper out of her pocket and handed it to the man. He gave her a red and green foil ticket in return and motioned her forward. She pushed through the heavy crowd towards a metal staircase lined with chalk boards scribbling advertisements. Once at the top, she waltzed through private security, and quickly weaved through the much smaller crowd towards the Press Box across the way.

"Lucky you lot get privileges, sometimes, half-blood." Tessa whipped around to look for the source.

A thin platinum-blonde teen stood next to his Father as they sauntered through the crowd. "Asshole," mumbled Tessa as she spotted press box her parents would be residing in. She opened the door to an eruption of laughter.

"To Charlie," yelled a young technician.

"To Charlie," replied the rest of the crew as they clinked their glasses together in celebration.

She sat in the, for now, empty front row, and watched the field being quickly painted by maintenance workers before the game.

"Care for wine my dear," said Tessa's mother and she sat down next to her daughter.

"Sandra," said Tessa's Father looking over his shoulders.

"Just one drink every three hours Jim," replied her Mother. Tessa laughed and took the blood-red wine from her mother's hands.

"From Germany," said Sandra. Tessa spit out the drink and coughed slightly from the bitterness of the fermented juice.

Once Tessa settled in again she noticed that the scoreboard changed to two zeros and the opposing team's names. "Oh shit," thought Tessa as she leaned forward in her seat trying to catch her breath.

She scanned the air and finally looked towards the ground to see a group of beautiful women sauntering onto the field. The silencing charm her parents put on the box was still in effect, but Tessa was still attentive of the women dancing and weaving on the field with men hanging off he sides of balconies to get a better look.

"Veela," thought Tessa to herself. Even without hearing their musical spell she was still in a trance by their movements, until they walked to one side of the field.

"Ah now that their done," said Tessa's mother. She picked up her wand of the side of a chair, and, with a flick, the roaring boos of the crowd enveloped the tiny space like a tidal wave.

The game was intense, to say the least, and Tessa forgot about her occasional, yet timely, glances towards the Veela. Only when the Bulgarians scored and the enchanting women took over the field did Tessa catch a good looking at the beautiful women.

"They're not as pretty once they show their true side." Tessa jumped at the voice right behind her. It was Helena, a Field Tech from her parents' crew. Her piercings and bright hair were in full view now that all of the Ministry guests were no longer visiting the Press Box.

"Don't worry your parents will be okay with it," she said leaping over the seat and adjusting her green flannel shirt next to Tessa.

Tessa grew bright red. "I have a boyfriend," she said quickly. Helena laughed and popped the cap off of her beer with a snap of her fingers.

"Doesn't matter," replied Helena while taking a sip of her beer.

"Doesn't it," scoffed Tessa.

"No," replied Helena wiping her face with her sleeve.

"Wanna know why?" Tessa sat quietly watching the Irish Chasers whizzing the Quaffle past the Bulgarian Keeper.

"AND ANOTHER GOAL FOR THE IRISH."

"Alright, I'll take your silence as a yes," said Helena watching the crew cheering, drunkenly, at the score. Tessa smirked and finally looked at Helena. She sat up in her chair and unfolded her legs to rest on the ledge of the open Press Box. "You can still like men and also like women as well."

Tessa blushed again. "I've been around you long enough to see you grow, every Summer I might add, from you, only, checking out men to, also, checking out women." Helena took another sip of her beer and waited for the group to walk passed and get another round of drinks from the back of the call box.

"Maybe I'm just checking out their style," responded Tessa as an Irish chaser whooshed past them with a gust of wind that knocked over many empty bottles into the box and some towards the field until they stopped in mid-air and floated back onto the balcony in their rightful place. Helena laughed in response and took a small sip from her beer.

Tessa sighed and looked out onto the field at the play being foiled by the Bulgarians. "They'll know, eventually," said Helena. "And I know they won't care." Tessa nodded.

"I don't know how I feel about it," said Tessa quietly.

"You'll know. I mean you obviously felt something. You were more entranced by the Veela than some of the men in this call box," Helena finished and took a sip of her beer.

"But some of the men like men or their ma—"

"Doesn't matter," Helena interrupted. "The point is it that you're only hiding from yourself." Both stopped their conversation for a second while watching the two teams getting rougher as it took longer for a goal to be made.

"I'll try," said Tessa sipping on the same, now warm, glass of wine her mother gave her hours ago.

"That-a-girl," said Helena pushing on Tessa's shoulder as she tried to hold herself up.

Tessa nearly fell over at the unexpected weight, and began to laugh as Helena chugged the rest of her beer and reached for another once she made it to the back. The conversation helped Tessa remember the letter she had in her pocket. She pulled it out, and smoothed the wrinkly parchment on the arm of her chair. She read her name again and grazed over the writing.

"You're stalling," thought Tessa to herself and she read her name over and over again.

She took in a deep breath and exhaled as she flipped the parchment over and broke the seal on the side. She smoothed it once more as she watched the Bulgarians score a goal and flipped it open in her lap.

Tess,

Sorry I haven't written to you in a while.

Tessa scoffed and rolled her eyes. "More like ignore my letters for a while," she mumbled under her breath.

I would like to meet with you before school if that is possible. I have much to discuss, and I hope you'll accept my invitation. We can catch up. Please respond as soon as you're with the Weasley's.

With Love,

Cedric

Tessa threw the note onto the floor and pouted in the seat with her arms crossed. "Fucking twat," thought Tessa as she bored her eyes into Krum's floating body high above the field. "I've cried over him! FOR THREE FUCKING MONTHS."

"He's literally in a call box right now, in this arena, knowing that I have read his letter between the time of the opening ceremony to now, and he knows that I….," Tessa closed her eyes, lobbed her head back onto the seat, and took in the sound of the cheering crowd. "He knows, and he's cheering along with his friends and family. Just like me."

She opened her eyes while placing her elbows on the two arm-rests. She took in a deep breath and exhaled sharply as she eased further into her seat. She kicked her bare feet on the balcony and watched the Ireland Chasers gracefully weave across the field to the Bulgarian Keeper. "Well," she thought to herself. "At least, I know too."

"GOAL FOR IRELAND ONCE AGAIN!"

The Press Box cheered and stood up in their seats hugging one another over her motionless body. Wine and spirits were passed around Tessa as she snagged a beer into her hands while the group chanted for the winning team's victory lap. Leprechauns were soaring into the air and doing their signature dance with the rhythmic chant.

The Irish Chasers were weaving through the air taking in the glory they deserved. And Tessa, with a slight smile on her face, popped the cap off of her bottle and held it to her lips.