luck
/lʌk/
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noun
success or failure apparently brought by chance rather than through one's own actions.
magic
/ˈmadʒɪk/
noun
the power of apparently influencing events by using mysterious or supernatural forces.
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With the twins keeping close to Rosalie, the Weasleys and Hermione and Rosalie were searching for their seats. "Blimey Dad, how far up ARE we?" Ronald asked. Trying to get close to Rosalie.
Suddenly Rosalie smelt something familiar. She looked down to see Lucius Malfoy and Draco walking below them.
"Well put it this way if it rains... you'll be the first to know." Lucius states, a smirk resting on his face. Rosalie scoffed before seeing her dad. She grinned before climbing over and jumping over to him.
"Father and I are in the minister's box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself." Draco boasted. A successful grin on his face.
"Don't boast Draco. There's no need with these people. Do enjoy yourself won't you. While you can." Lucius states. An underlying threat in his words.
"Be careful mate, don't want to piss off the wrong people." Niklaus growled walking past the two Purebloods.
"I agree brother." Elijah states next as he walks past, but with Rosalie hanging onto his back like a koala.
"Bye Draco." Rosalie says waving. Draco nods to the girl. The fight between them now long gone.
Over the summer, Draco had reached out to the girl. Thanking her for saving him and explaining the life debt to her. Seeing as she was raised by muggles. Which he didn't realise how bad things were when she would stay with those horrid people.
When he had finished explaining to her, she instantly destroyed the life debt. She didn't feel any reason for it. It wasn't like he was going to die, just get a bad scratch on his arm.
This is when they turned things around. They weren't best friends. But they weren't enemies anymore. They respected each other.
When the families had made it upstairs. Hermione trying to get Mr Weasley to dislike the Mikaelson family. Only to lose when both Sirius and Remus vouched for them and Elijah's charming words won the man over.
The ceremonies began. Balloons fly and fireworks go off.
"Come on up, take your seats. I told you these seats would be worth waiting for." Mr Weasley said, Rosalie taking her seat next to her father, so she could explain what was happening during the game.
"Come on!" George called out shaking his flag. Both he and his brother dressed for the Irish.
"It's the Irish!" Fred cheered. Along with Rosalie.
Five green and white figures fly through the air on their brooms leaving a coloured trail behind them. A glittering leprechaun appears in the sky and starts dancing. Everyone is excited.
"Here come the Bulgarians!" George called out. Five red figures this time, one of them performs a stunt on his broom. One of them appears on the large screen. The crowd begins to chant 'Krum, Krum, Krum'.
