𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 (OC x OC)

[004] Chapter 3 - emails i can't send

"man, i love you, but you're such a dipshit."

Makayla

We walk into the stadium, climbing up dozens of stairs to get to our seats, which makes me really tired. I am panting by the twelfth staircase.

"How high up are we?" Fred asks. Or was it George? I'm not looking at them, so I can't tell.

"Look at it like this," I hear the most bloodcurdling voice and look at the floor below us to see Lucius, Draco, Nora, Kai, Preston, Chase, and Kirsten, "if it rains... you'll be the first to know."

Father's remarks make my siblings laugh. I lean over the railing with Ann, Harry, Jordyn, Louis, and Ron, and their laughter fades.

"Hello, Father," I say monotonely.

"Hello, Makayla," he snarls. "Enjoy your summer?"

"I did, actually. Thank you for asking."

"So you've been staying with the Weasleys?" I never knew you could stoop so low..."

"I guess I'm my father's daughter," I say sarcastically as our group walks along the railing to the next staircase.

"Father got us the minister's suite!" Draco boasts to Harry. "The best seats in the house! I even get to sit with the Minister of Magic himse—"

Father takes the bottom of his cane and nails it against Draco's ribs, "Don't boast, Draco... It's no use with these people."

My gaze upon them hardens as I watch my father turn around and Draco clench his stomach in pain. Father lost one golden child to break, he moves on to the next. I want to break his teeth.

While we walk to our seats, my jaw is tense. Yes, I'm excited for the Quidditch game, but I'm angry that I have to deal with Lucius hitting my brother. He's probably doing it so I'll feel obligated to return home so I can protect Draco. It won't work. The Hogwarts Express picks us up in a month, he'll get away from the pain.

Just as we reach our seats, the teams start flying out on their broomsticks. The boys start losing their heads when Viktor Krum comes out. I watch the screens to get a better look at the players.

Viktor Krum and his team are wearing red uniforms. The other team is wearing green uniforms. The crowd looks like red and green dots.

Ann, Jordyn, and I are judging the boys hard as they scream over the red team getting any points. Ann and Jordyn are judging a little more than I am because they don't play Quidditch like I do. The boys are being a little over-the-top, though.

After the game, we meet up in the tent. It's small on the outside, but huge on the inside. The boys dance around and sing together because the red team won.

I laugh softly at their childlike behavior. The laughter slowly fades away when I hear fireworks outside. I peek my head out of the door of the tent and see people screaming and running past me. Then I realize there are no fireworks. It's explosions.

Mr. Weasley pokes his head out as I hear one of the twins shout, "Looks like the Irish are getting their fun on!"

Mr. Weasley runs back inside, saying, "It's not the Irish... Get your things, we need to go."

"Makayla!" I hear Jordyn shout. I'm too busy trying to figure out what's going on outside to pay attention inside. It's been over a full year since I was last home, so I don't know what is going on in the Deatheater world. This could just be a fight with two wizards, I'm truly just guessing the whereabouts of the aggressor.