Wicked

Chapter Seven: The Quidditch World Cup

"We'll bet thirty-seven Galleons, fifteen Sickles, three Knuts" Fred announced  as he and George quickly pooled all their money, "that Ireland wins, but Viktor Krum gets the Snitch. Oh, and we'll thrown in a fake wand."  You laugh as you watch the sucker agree to their bet.

"Excellent! I haven't seen one that convincing in years! I'd pay five Galleons for that!" The twins walk away, pleased with themselves as they join you. You shake your head but you're smiling. 

"Don't tell your mother you've been gambling" Mr. Weasley implored Fred and George, as you all make your way up to the arena, walking up the stairs.

"Don't worry, Dad" Fred gleefully reassures his Dad "we've got big plans for this money, we don't want it confiscated, isn't that right Y/N?" 

"Oh no, no no no!" You protest innocence by lifting your hands in the air "you leave me out of this until you can undo the puking!" You half heartedly shove Fred away as he puts a long arm around you playfully, not really wanting to loose the closeness you now have really. 

"Blimey Dad, how far up are we?" Ron looks down over the railing as you almost reach the top. Timing however was unfortunate, as Lucius and Draco Malfoy appear underneath you, looking smug. 

"Well put it this way, if it rains..." he pauses "you'll be the first to know..." 

"Father and I are in the minters box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself..." Draco's voice having slipped down an octave but still as mean, stilly as angry. 

"Don't boast Draco. Theres no need with these people..." 

"Drop dead Malfoy..." you spit down at them. 

"Do enjoy yourself won't you? While you can." Malfoy gives you all a dirty look before walking away. 

"That was unnecessary..." Arthur looked at you sternly. 

"Sorry I just couldn't let him talk about you...." 

"But very funny" Arthur interrupted you "come on, let's get sat down!" You all follow up the stairs, fist pumping the twins as you go. As the ceremony begins, you settle in between the twins. "See, I told yo you these seats would be worth waiting for!" Arthur watches everyones face light up and is happy. 

"Come on!!" George whoops.

"Its the Irish!" You and Fred cheer, everyone laughing at the novelty that it's not Fred and George speaking at the same time. Five players glad in the Green and White Irish uniforms fly through the air, displaying themselves leaving a trail of colour behind them. A glittering leprechaun appears, dancing in the sky as everyone cheers. 

"Here come the Bulgarians!" George points as Five more players, in the red of the Bulgarian team come wizzing thought their air, dispursing the dancing leprechaun as they do stunts, replacing the Irish figure with an image of their star player.  The crowed begins to chant. 

"Krum!!" You, the twins and Ron shout, Krum swops down before pauseing on his broom to wave at the crowed. After a few moments, Fudge welcomes everyone and start of the final for the 42nd Quidditch World Cup you smile mischievously. 

"He's not quite got the same upmf and Lee has he?" You make the twins a laugh before you all cheer as the game commences. 

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"Theres no one quite like Krum!" Ron stand on a chair in the middle of the tent as you all come back merry, the boys having won their bet and the mood being ecstatic all the way back. "He's like a bird the way he rides the wind. He's more than an athlete, he's an artist!"