Friends, Foes and War

࣪𖤐 Y3 | 12 . Love, Sunshine and Laughter

➵ DO I WANNA KNOW? LIVE AT BBC —HOZIER
"Crawling back to you."

Cassie wears a white Falcon's t-shirt, with a small logo in the corner, and a graphic design on the back of their recent wins. Her black denim shorts sit snug around her waist, her black adidas to match. Pansy lets her borrow a pair of gold, dangly hoops, for Cassie's silver one's are still burning. Remus says it's bound to happen when it approaches the time of when the cycle would've taken place— which can be any time of the month, annoyingly enough.

It's four in the afternoon by the time they arrive by the charmed stadium. Amos has to give a code upon entrance to prove his tickets, then give the Auror by the entrance his wand for examination. The Auror nods at all ten of them as they walk through. Victoria doesn't like quidditch, and wasn't bothered about going; so she simply stayed at the house and would probably go for a swim.

Enzo holds his arm outward for Cassie to hold onto as they find their assigned entrance. Amos knows one of the chaser's cousin's friends, so he got better tickets for half the price. Their seats are fairly close to the front, to Cassie's delight. She sits in between Enzo and Mattheo, Cedric on the other side of Enzo. "Your first proper Quidditch game!" Cassie beams, nudging her best friend.

"It's mad— I've never experienced a crowd this big before. Are they always this big?" Mattheo asks.

Cassie smiles, "Yes they are."

"Wicked."

The commentator, Ross Delefeur, clears his throat and raises his wand to his mouth. The stadium itself is colossal— but not half as big as the World Cup stadium. "Good evening all!" Delefeur announces, Cassie's adrenaline heightening.

Enzo smiles at Cassie as she shuffles forward in her seat, listening closely to Delefeur's introduction. He talks about the current scores across the leaderboard, and where the Falcons are. Enzo isn't listening really. His head snaps up as Cassie shoots out of her seat, clapping and cheering.

He looks ahead at the pitch; a team of players in black uniforms fly alongside each other like a flock of birds (ironic, right?). The beating music around the stadium bounces off the pitch and through Enzo's chest. Cassie is screaming and cheering so loudly he has no idea how her vocal cords are coping.

Cassie only gets louder when Basil Horton, the seeker, throws a signed scarf in their direction. It looks to be going the other way— to Cassie's disappointment. So, Enzo, being the best friend he is, mutters a minor re-direction charm under his breath, his hand on his wand in his pocket. Cassie jumps up and grabs the scarf, a smile so wide it almost makes her faint.

She turns to Enzo and jumps up and down. He chuckles with amusement as she excitedly shows Cedric and her dad, then all of their friends. She doesn't need to know he charmed it, does she? She can thank him another day.

For now, he's just glad she's happy.

Cedric catches Enzo's eye and winks.

The Holyhead Harpies make their dramatic entrance as a swarm of bees, yellow sparks flying between them. According to Cassie, the Harpies have been quite low in the tournament so far, so she has high hopes for the Falcons. Chudley Cannons are at the top of the league— as per, Cassie says, shortly followed by Puddlemere United, who won their last match in a landslide.

Once both teams have made their entrances, the team captains meet on the pitch floor with the referee. Cassie, beside Enzo, is muttering the exact terms and conditions the Ref has to explain before each match under her breath, knowing it off by heart. The captains shake hands and take their positions.

"How long does a proper match typically last?" Mattheo asks.

"Er, depends. Usually, they're about an hour and a half, but it can go on for days, even." Cassie informs, leaning close to Mattheo so he can hear over the crowds. Enzo grinds his teeth at how close her lips are to Mattheo's ear.