A Soulmate's Love

Chapter 43 - Quidditch Bets

*This chapter has a lot of dialogue since I feel like there's more detail into the relationships of all the characters. Also... look at the veins in the picture of George above. That's all.

Time Jump - 1 Week

"The party is soon and I have nothing to wear!" Whined Roya in an attempt to persuade me to go shopping with her tomorrow.

"Ro you have a closet bulging with clothes from our second year." Angelina had been trying to convince her friend to save her money and be more responsible with her spending - though it was futile due to Roya's determination.

"Alth babe please?" She begged. I was considering it as I absolutely loved spending money, but I knew that I shouldn't, but I really wanted to...

"No Althea don't even think about it." Elise scolded, sending me out of my thoughts, "Every time you go to buy one thing you end up buying way past your limit and then make me promise I won't let you do it again." She was right, I do make her promise after every trip with Roya as she served as the devil on my shoulder. Who am I kidding? I was my own devil.

"I'll come-"

"-Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Roya celebrated, smiling widely while Elise rolled her eyes, "Tomorrow at 10:00?" Roya was beyond excited and I figured I needed something to do. I nodded in response much to Angelina's dismay.

"Who do you think is going to win the Quidditch World Cup?" Fred asked, knowing that Lee and I were in a battle over the winners since the first games began in May.

"Bulgaria." His opinion had been unwavering, and we were now tied for first place meaning either could win.

"Ireland," I said, staring down at Lee.

"Bulgaria has Krum, plus the strongest players in the league."

"Bull. Shit." His team had no chance of winning, I was sure of it.

"You don't think?" He asked, challenging me.

"Like I said, BULL. SHIT."

"You're just too proud to admit it."

"Don't confuse pride and knowledge." I sneered. I had been analyzing the Irish team compared to the Bulgarian one and was certain they would win. I noticed the others start to huddle into Lee and I's standoff as they could tell a bet was approaching.

"Haha, that's funny." I chuckled dryly, playing along with his fake amusement. "Theia, I have absolutely no faith in Ireland bringing home the cup."

"How come?" I said, "We could always, you know, test the theory." My lips crawled into a mischievous smile as I noticed Lee straighten his posture and get into his competitive stance.

"You're going down a risky road Raven." Fred chirped, looking between Lee and me with a smirk on his face.

"She knows exactly what she's doing." George quipped, placing his hand on my lower back as if to encourage me to go further.

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into." Lee continued, his stare intensifying even though he knew I wouldn't back down.

"You underestimate me," I said lowly, leaning over so that my elbows were now placed on the table and my blazing eyes closer to his.

"I doubt it." He paused, leaning over the same way, increasing the tension of the upcoming bet about to be made. Almost all of Gryffindor's table was now listening in to our heated discussion.

"Feeling daring are we Jordan?" I was purposely encouraging him to advance.

"Confident, Weasley?" I rolled my eyes at the name. Ever since George had jokingly called me Mrs. Weasley the name had stuck, and Lee knew that he had hit a nerve. I got even closer to him and he mirrored my actions, now in a competition to who will break first.