Y/n= Your name
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Y/n's POV:
"Stay still." I told Fred, glaring at him. He wanted to get his face painted. He wanted his whole face painted. I did not understand why.
It's almost done, Fred just keeps moving. "Come on! I want mine next!" George exclaimed and pushed me a little bit. I almost fell on Fred but he caught me by my waist, inches away from his face.
I felt my face burning. I pulled back immediately. I turned around to see George smirking at us. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Come here you prat and let me paint your face." I said with emphasis and annoyance.
"What about me?" Fred said while pointing at his face.
"Your face is fine, dear." Oh Merlin's what did I just say?
I remained myself composed. Lucky for me I replied to him with my back facing him. George came close smirking with his brow raised. I glared at him. You better shut up George or you'll regret asking me to paint you face.
It didn't take that long compared to what Fred wanted. "Done." I said. Few seconds later I heard Hermione speak.
"Mr. Weasley said we're leaving." I nodded at her and tried to find my scarf. It's gonna be cold up there. Heard we're a bit high on the stadium.
I felt someone wrap my neck with something soft. I turned to see Fred who was properly fixing the scarf.
"You can use that for now." He exclaimed and left me astounded.
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We're at the top of the stadium. When they said a bit, I thought there's still people above us but this is better than I expected. Everything looks so great from here. It's like the lights that flicker from downstairs are stars. And I happen to be obsessed with them.
"Here comes the Bulgarians!"
"Oh yes!"
We all cheered when the Bulgarian team came in on their broomsticks. I jumped and clapped like a kid. I can't believe I'm finally watching a Quidditch match outside school.
"Who's that?" Hermione asked.
"That's the best seeker in the world!" I exclaimed to her. They all flew on their broomsticks. and when they got to the other side of the stadium an image emerged. It was a photo of Viktor Krum.
His image moved to the other side of the stadium, everyone chanting his name.
"KRUM!" the twins screamed in unison. It's funny that they're cheering for Krum while they're wearing the Irish team.
"Wooo!" I cheered.
When the minister began his speech the twins started talking to me.
"Say, Y/n, what will be your reaction—" Fred started.
"—if you found out Fred and I bet our life savings to Ludo Bagman—" George added.
"—depending on the winner of the Quidditch World Cup?" Fred finished. I didn't removed my gaze from the stadium.
"Punch you two of course. That man is a scam." I said. I didn't hear any response so my smile became a frown. "Did you?" I asked looking back and forth at Fred and George. They exchanged looks and shrugged.
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