[5] He looks stupid

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Mr. Weasley rounded everyone up and headed for the stands where they climbed up to the highest spots by the minister's box. "Blimey Dad, how far up ARE we?" Ron questioned with wide eyes as he looked down at the pitch. "I'm not sure...just don't look down." Mr. Weasley answered shortly. As they reached the top box Mr. Weasley began shaking people's hands while Cornelius Fudge approached the teens, more so Harry. "Harry Potter, you know." Fudge shouted at the Bulgarian minister who smiled at Kat having been a friend of her father's.

"Harry Potter..." Fudge trailed off as he watched the minister looking for any sign that he understood him. "Oh come on now, you know who he is...the boy who survived You-Know-Who...you do know who he is—" The Bulgarian minister then spotted the scar on Harry's forehead and began gabbing loudly with excited eyes making it seem like it finally clicked for him. Kat held back a laugh as she knew the minister spoke English quite well.

"Knew we'd get there in the end." said Fudge wearily. "I'm no great shakes at languages; I need Barty Crouch for this sort of thing. Ah, I see his house-elf's saving him a seat...Good job too, these Bulgarian blighters have been trying to cadge all the best places." Kat glared at Fudge for his choice of words about the Bulgarians. "Tikvenik." She sneered, earning a confused look from the older man for a moment until something else caught his eye.

"..Ah, and here's Lucius!" Kat then shared an annoyed look with George and Fred as she muttered. "O, Bozhe" In front of them, the Bulgarian minister chuckled at her commentary. "He understands you?" Fred asked. "Well yeah...I'm from Bulgaria and I speak Bulgarian. Not to mention he's friends with my Papa." Kat turned back towards the minister and tilted her head in confusion as she asked him. "Zashto se pravish, che ne govorish angliĭski?"

"Zabavno e da go vidish kato bē." Kat chuckled. "Da, da." Kat turned towards the twins when the minister walked away. "He said he's pretending to not speak English because it makes fudge look stupid and it's funny." George laughed. "Well, he's not wrong." Mr. Weasley then called them over to get to their seats just in time for Ludo Bagman to announce the mascots for the teams. "Ladies and gentlemen...welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!"

The spectators screamed and clapped. Thousands of flags waved, adding their discordant national anthems to the racket. "And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce...the Bulgarian National Team Mascots!" Kat along with Harry and Ron cheered loudly for her national team. "I wonder what they've brought," said Mr. Weasley, leaning forward in his seat. "Aaah!" He suddenly whipped off his glasses and polished them hurriedly on his robes. "Veela!"

"What are veel—?" Harry began to question but was cut off as the Veela woman walked onto the pitch and began dancing. "Kat, aren't you part veela?" Ginny asked the brunette who nodded. "From my Papa's side." Charlie snorted. "Now I'm really questioning why you're with George." Kat reached over the twins to swat Charlie's shoulder causing a surprised yelp from him. "Blimey woman, you're strong."

Kat smiled innocently and sat back in her seat as the Weasley men including Harry began to stare at the woman. Fred began to stand from his seat only for Kat to stand up and push him back down, she stood still in front of him blocking his view from the Veela. "So pretty.." Fred mumbled and reached out to touch her long braid." Kat swatted his hand away harshly and looked to George desperate for help. "Help. Please. Fred's staring at me like I'm the bloody recipe for your new sweets."

George only laughed at her and reached his arm across Fred's chest, keeping him in place until the Veela's were done dancing and their scent had dissipated. "Kat, why didn't Goerge react like the others?" Hermione asked in confusion, surprising the older girl. It wasn't often when Hermione didn't know or understand something. "Because I only have eyes for one girl." George said with a cheeky grin as he wrapped an arm around Kat's waist and pulled her to sit in his lap.

"And now," roared Ludo Bagman's voice. "Kindly put your wands in the air...for the Irish National Team Mascots!" Next, green and gold comets came zooming into the stadium and into the air before exploding into smaller ones and connecting into large balls of light. The crowd oohed and ahhed at the firework show. One last firework went off revealing a dancing leprechaun that then disappeared.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, kindly welcome—the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! I give you—Dimitrov!" A scarlet-clad figure on a broomstick came flying out so fast he was blurred. "Ivanova!" A second player came out followed by the rest. "Zograf! Levski! Vulchanov! Volkov! Aaaaaaand — Krum!" Kat cheered loudly for Viktor who spotted her amongst the crowd of redheads and gave her a wink. "That's him, that's him!" Ron yelled, following Krum with his Omnioculars Harry bought him.

"And now, please greet—the Irish National Quidditch Team!" yelled Bagman. "Presenting—Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mullet! Moran! Quigley! Aaaaaand—Lynch!" Seve green blurs swept through the air and onto the field. "And here, all the way from Egypt, our referee, acclaimed Chairwizard of the International Association of Quidditch, Hassan Mostafa!"





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The game was coming to a quick end and Kat was on the edge of her seat, Bulgaria was behind by 10 points. Viktor was on the Irish seeker's tail trying to catch the snitch. "They're going to crash!" Hermione shrieked as both Viktor and Lynch went crashing towards the ground.

"They're not!" Ron roared. "Lynch is!" yelled Harry. Lynch then hit the ground harshly but Viktor was hidden. "The Snitch, where's the Snitch?" bellowed Charlie, along the Row. "He's got it—Krum's got it—it's all over!" shouted Harry. Viktor was slowly rising in the air with his fist held high revealing a small glint of gold. "Yes!" Ron looked at Kat weirdly for her screaming and cheering for him when their team lost.

"IRELAND WINS!" Bagman shouted, who like the Irish, seemed to be taken aback by the sudden end of the match. "KRUM GETS THE SNITCH — BUT IRELAND WINS —good lord, I don't think any of us were expecting that!" Taking his eyes off of Kat Ron looked at Harry and Hermione. "What did he catch the Snitch for?" Ron bellowed, even as he jumped up and down, applauding with his hands over his head. "He ended it when Ireland were a hundred and sixty points ahead, the idiot!"

"He knew they weren't going to catch up so he wanted to end the game his way." Kat explained to him over the loud noise and applause. "He was very brave, wasn't he?" Hermione said, leaning forward to watch Krum land as a swarm of mediwizards blasted a path through the battling leprechauns and veela to get to him. "He looks a terrible mess..." Harry said with a grimace as they all watched Krum get taken off the pitch. As the match was now over Kat watched as George and Fred rushed towards Bagman to claim their winnings from their bets.














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Translations:
"Tikvenik" - Pumpkin-head (a dumb politician)
"O, Bozhe." - Oh god.
"Zashto se pravish, che ne govorish angliĭski?" - Why do you pretend you don't speak English?
"Zabavno e da go vidish kato bē" It is fun to see him like that.
"Da, da." - Yes, yes.

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