Chapter 4: "The Muggle"

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May 19th, 1994

Belle was very proud of her son. Jack had made Keeper for the Slytherin team and they were in the Quidditch final. She and Ed decided to make the journey to see him play. Ed didn't often have the opportunity to participate in the more magical activities, but he would be allowed to see this one.

"Mum! Dad!" Samantha came bounding down to them as they entered the grounds from Hogsmead. She was dressed head to toe in maroon. Her pigtails sported golden ribbons.

"Not supporting your brother I see?" Ed asked as he kissed his daughter's forehead.

"And be murdered by my own house?" Samantha asked. "Not to mention both of the seekers are in my year and I'm hoping Harry knocks Malfoy right off if his haughty broom."

"That's the guy who catches the smudge right?" Ed asked wrapping his arm around Sam's shoulder.

"It's called a snitch, Ed." Belle shook her head as they began walking. Several other parents were arriving, all dressed in either green with silver or gold and maroon. They eyed him judgmentally. Belle knew it was controversial to bring him, but she stood proudly as his wife.

"I don't care what it's called. I could do that with a vacuum cleaner. Couldn't you just see it? Suck that tiny little gold nugget right out of the sky. Wouldn't even need to leave the ground." Ed joked animatedly, making Sammy laugh uncontrollably. "Ten points for the muggle, 0 Points for Harry Potter and whoever else is on Gryffinpuff or whatever!"

Belle giggled a little, but noticed the people around them staring. She often laughed when Ed referred to himself as the 'Muggle', because he was the most magical person she knew.

"Gryffindor, Dad! I'm in Gryffindor." Samantha wined but looked up at her father with a smile. "And although Jack is in Slytherin, I can guarantee you will be cheering for my house by the end of the game."

"Your mother told me to wear green so I haven't got much choice do I?"

Samantha took a look at Ed, she raised an eyebrow. "That's a Green Bay Packers shirt dad."

"It's green." He shrugged as they made their way to the stadium.

"I decided against arguing with him Sammy." Belle said rolling her eyes. She had personally chosen robes of emerald today. The robes had little slithering snakes along the trim. She still wore one of her signature Vulture hats, but it was in an emerald shade. She was supposed to cheer for her son today after all.

"And when you make the Quidditch team someday, I'll wear Cincinnati Reds or something along those lines." He chuckled some more.

Samantha looked despondent as they climbed the bleachers. "I'm no good at flying, so I guess it'll have to stay the Packers."

She waved a little at a few young kids in maroon who were climbing a few stair sets over. A little red haired girl and a little boy with a camera were yelling her name and waving. She exclaimed up to Ed. "That's Colin and Ginny! Ginny's my best friend and Colin's on the Gazette."

"Go Gryffinsore!" Ed yelled back at the kids with a wave.

"Dad!" Samantha groaned, her eyes widened and her face turned red.

Belle started laughing at her daughter's ridiculous embarrassment. "You can go sit with them if you'd like."

"I'll sit with you." Samantha insisted as they reached the sunlight and the full Quidditch pitch. Samantha continued down to a set of open seats.

"What about your Gazette?" Belle asked, worried her daughter would miss something important.

"I don't have to write the report on the game, Diggory is going to. I only had to write the reports for Hufflepuff matches." Samantha giggled, "Besides, the visitors box has all the real journalists. I'm hoping to see a few from the Prophet."

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