Sparks Fly || A George Weasley Story

Year 6: Another Series of Unfortunate Events

Juni's POV:

"Hurry up Juniper, we're going to be late!" Gardenia cheered. She, Leilani, and Oleander had used a separate portkey and gotten here shortly before we had so there was enough room for all the Weasleys on the one we had used.

"Gardenia, we've got another twenty minutes before the game even starts, there is nothing to worry about," I sighed.

"But we have to find our seats and everything," She groaned, "Let's go!"

"Alright, alright," Cedric said, patting her on the top of her head, "Anything for the first-year Hogwarts student."

So, with that, everyone threw on their team gear and we started toward the stadium. I was, of course, rooting for Ireland. Bulgaria was normally made up of post-graduation students from Durmstrang and they were known for dabbling in dark magic which was mostly frowned upon by most of the magical schools open today. That was something about Durmstrang that just rubbed me the wrong way. I couldn't say they weren't a good team, or that I didn't enjoy the rougher way that the players played, but this was the finals and whoever won this game, won the cup, and I wanted nothing more than to see Ireland win.

Gardenia pulled me by the hand the whole way to our seats, and I was more than a little disappointed when they weren't magically right next to the Weasleys. However, I thought that I could just make them out a few rows above us, standing out in a line of fiery red hair. I waved, hoping that was them, and to my relief one of the twins, I only say that because they were the tallest out of the bunch, waved back. Almost everything in me hoped that it was George.

"Stop staring at your boyfriend, the game is about to start," Ollie laughed, nudging my shoulder as the mascots took to the field.

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"That was insane!" I beamed, still unable to believe the way the game had gone.

"That has to be like one of the first times I've ever seen a game go that way," Ollie said, dumbfounded, "I knew that they could, but I'd never actually seen it!"

"I just know that Viktor Krum is absolutely crushed after having that cup swiped right out of his hands," Cedric laughed.

"Who cares how he feels," I rolled my eyes with a smile on my face, "Ireland won, and that's all that should matter, not how they won, but the fact that they did."

"I still say the win should have gone to Bulgaria," Leilani shrugged.

"Of course, you would Leilani, 'cause you love to bum everyone out," Gardenia sighed, making it very apparent to me that her teenage years were just around the corner.

"Oh, shut up, Gardenia, what would you know, you're just a kid," Leilani pouted.

"You're not that much older than me, Lani."

"Yeah, but I am still older than you, so therefore I know more than you."

"You sure do know how to get on my nerves," Gardenia mumbled, now her turn to pout.

"Girls, stop bickering," Mr. Diggory laughed, "One day, you'll realize that all of this arguing that you two do is irrelevant. You'll wish you spent more time enjoying things together. That day will come sooner than you think."

"Whatever," Leilani and Gardenia grumbled in unison.

"Maybe you can use some of those moves we saw out there this year for quidditch," Oleander said to me, changing the subject.

"I've already beat you to it, I was taking mental notes the whole time," I said, pressing a finger against my temple.

Just then, I started to see flashes, and unfortunately, not the good kind.