AND THEY WERE WIZARDS. (Oh my god they were wizards)

(Dark) Marks for Effort

The night sky was full of stars, but no moon. Perhaps, Virgil thought gazing up through the translucent ceiling of their tent, the other face of the earth was having one of those strange evenings where the moon shone above before the sun was even gone. A bit rude how that left him with only stars and the tops of trees to gaze at while he waited for an acceptable time of day to be awake.

Virgil was accustomed to mornings like this: still, silent... sleepless, He barely comprehended the transition from sleep to consciousness, but had long since stopped trying to reverse it. Instead Virgil absently studied the world as it was when it thought no one was perceiving it. If a tree fell in this forest now, he would know it was silent. ..A stupid thought, really, but it was comforting in a life that demanded so much involvement to simply... spectate.

"World Cup!"

Speaking of which.

Patton's exclamation startled several of the others awake, and the eight of them were practically climbing over each other to get ready for the day. It was a whole five minutes before Logan thought to light a lantern so they could all see. The atmosphere was a strange mix between sleepy confusion and ecstatic energy.

"Shit- where's my— Remus you're wearing my shirt!"

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you—" Remy yanked Remus toward him by the back of the collar, "are, it has my Initial on it!"
"Both our names start with R!"

"Dee, I would let you sleep a few more seconds, but you're laying on my bag?" Emile murmured, nudging Janus lightly on the back.

"The plane is going down."

"What?"

"Society itself is a lie."

"Uhh.."

"You foolish dummy. I am and always have been.. Patton."

"He's sleeping," Remus explained to a bewildered Emile as he shoved the shirt Remy was practically pulling off his back into his face. "I think his dreams consist of nothing but random mic-drop moments. Here I'll do it-" and without warning, Remus bounded over Patton's head, tackling and rolling his boyfriend out of his sleeping bag, interrupting his newborn fit of menacing sleep-laughter. Remus vigorously shook him awake. "World Cup!!!"

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The stadium was massive, and completely packed full of wizards from all over the world. The roar of the crowd had some of them covering their ears. Though never taking their eyes off the game; if they did, they'd likely miss quite a lot. The chasers on the pitch were mere blurs as they passed the quaffle, immune to inertia with how precisely they maneuvered. The eight friends had varying levels of interest in quidditch overall, but watching World Cup level skill in action was fully captivating for all of them.
It wasn't the only thing either; not all of them were prepared for the introduction of Bulgaria's mascots: Veela.

"If you like girls, cover your ears!" Mrs. Bond warned them as she and her husband both slapped hands over their ears. She was only just in time. Patton, Logan, Janus and Remy all covered their ears just as the wispy-haired women started to sing.

Virgil recognized this as one of those times he'd grown to call 'muggleborn moments,' where some common-known tidbit of information about the wizarding world was something he had to ask about.  "Why are they covering their ears, exactly?" Asked Virgil, turning to an amused looking Roman. Roman simply gestured to the crowd in front of them, out of whom they could already see a hundred or so people— mostly men— leaving their seats to whistle, dance and flex their muscles at the singing Veela.

"Because these girls have... effects," Roman giggled, simply. Upon noticing such embarrassing displays of heterosexuality, Virgil joined his boyfriend in his incessant snickering.