KISS AND TELL ✷ Cedric Diggory.

𝟬𝟮. how do i look away now that i've seen you?

01. — 02.

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Jamie had never seen anything as beautiful as the Quidditch Trillenium Stadium — build in the middle of a deserted moor, it was huge, streching further than the human eye could comprehend. Standing in front of it, Jamie supposed she could stare at it for hours on end and not get bored of the way the walls curved, edging towards the sky and the way it emitted a golden glow, making it seem almost heavenly.

The staircase inside of the stadium was carpeted in rich purple with doors leading to the stands right and left and laterns dangling from the roof.

With her father having been a professional Quidditch player for the first six years of her life, Jamie had seen numerous stadiums inside and out, but nothing could ever compare to the Trillenium Stadium — It was as if the world behind the woods that surrounded the stadium was something entirely different. Jamie wasn't the only one who was amazed — she could feel it in the air; the atmosphere inside of the building was almost electrified, the excited chatter of the people becoming one static noise that echoed through the huge staircase, not even quieting down as the crowd dispered slowly as the Abernathys climbed higher and higher.

"How far up are we, dad?", Icarus huffed when his fifth sigh in a row was once again ignored deliberately and almost no one was left on the stairs.

"Well," Xavier muttered, stopping briefly to glance at a piece of parchment from his pocket, "We're in the Top Box — courtesy of the Captain of my old team, but I promise the view is worth it.", he explained, continuing upwards.

"I mean, you can also stay downstairs, Icarus, it's not like Bulgaria will win anyway.", Everett smirked with a glance to his younger brother. Everett and Bennett were both sporting jerseys of the Irish Quidditch team while Icarus stuck out in a dark red jersey, the name Krum written on the back.

Jamie had kept it more lowkey in a basic, grey hoodie from Asher and a pair of jeans. She had, however, drawn a green and a red heart on each cheek, exclaiming I'm Switzerland when Bennett asked her what she was doing.

"Oh piss off, Ev.", Icarus grumbled, "Jamie over here is rooting for Bulgaria too."

Jamie, who wasn't even aware of the conversation, happily munching on a bretzel Bennett had bought her, raised one eyebrow at her brother, "Wha—", she muttered, mouth still full.

"No talking with your mouth full!", her dad scolded, scrunching up his face in disgust, "And you two stop the bickering— It's obvious Ireland is gonna win."

Everett and Bennett both threw their fists up in victory at the same time as Icarus let out a whine, "C'mon, dad."

The Top Box was not as big as Jamie would have imagined — Thirty-six seats lined up in three rows of twelve. The seats were purple with a golden frame, matching the purple carpet on the floor. However Jamie was more focused on the view; a Quidditch field that stretched further than any pitch, Jamie had ever seen, golden goal rings that shimmered in the light and a huge blackboard for advertising.

"It's beautiful isn't it?", her dad spoke up, coming to a halt next to her, "No pitch I ever played on will ever compare to this.", he muttered, his voice edging a certain fondness that was only ever reserved for his family (and Quidditch.)

Jamie hummed in approval, filing into the second row right behind Bennett with Everett following closely behind.

The first row was already filled entirely — much to Jamie's excitement — by the Weasleys, accompanied by the Potters and Sirius Black.