chapter 6.

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Cecelia Weasley had never been the most avid Quidditch enthusiast, a sentiment probably stemming from the incessant Quidditch chatter of her brothers, especially the twins

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Cecelia Weasley had never been the most avid Quidditch enthusiast, a sentiment probably stemming from the incessant Quidditch chatter of her brothers, especially the twins. Yet, when her father had secured some nosebleed tickets for the World Cup, her resistance crumbled.

To prepare for the event, she had diligently read The Official Guide to the Quidditch World Cup, a bloody overpriced book published by the International Confederation of Wizards' Quidditch Committee. It contained an abundance of information on the rules and history of the Quidditch World Cup, and while she found it informative, she couldn't help but grumble about the price tag to anyone who would listen.

As they made their way to Dartmoor, Cecelia, dressed in a large green sweater and a pair of well-worn jeans, found herself sandwiched between her twin sister Ginny and Ron's friend, Hermione. Surrounded by nearly as many girls as boys for once, thank Merlin. Their talk often drifted towards the handsome Cedric Diggory, and Cecelia couldn't resist joining in on the conversation.

Inside their hut, the atmosphere crackled with excitement as Fred, George, Ron, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Cece prepared for the epic final between Ireland and Bulgaria. The room was abuzz with playful banter and laughter.

Fred, with his trademark mischievous grin, sidled up to Cecelia. "Cece, my dear, your photographic skills are legendary. We need you to capture Krum looking all moody and mysterious – it's sure to be our best-selling poster!"

George chimed in, "And don't forget to snap the Irish leprechauns causing chaos. We'll make it a Quidditch postcard classic!"

Hermione reminded them, "While the photos are important, let's also focus on the actual match. We can learn a lot from the top players."

Harry, tousling his unruly hair, agreed with a grin. "Hermione's got a point. Let's take in the action and enjoy ourselves. Who knows when we'll have another Cup like this?"

Ever since Theodore Nott had gifted her that exquisite photo album, which he never explicitly called a Christmas present but was undoubtedly one, Cecelia had found herself wielding her camera with even greater passion and enthusiasm.

As her family and their friends bustled around their hut, preparing for the match, Cece was in her element. Her camera dangled from her neck like a cherished talisman, and the vintage contraption, with its gleaming brass and polished wood, felt like an extension of her being.

Amid the hubbub, she found her subjects. Her brothers, Fred and George, were first in line to be captured, faces painted a riotous mix of white and green, a tribute to Ireland. They struck goofy poses, winking at the camera, and Cece clicked the shutter.

Ron and Harry, equally eager to flaunt their support for Bulgaria, leaned in for a comical duel of the painted faces. Hermione, with her usual studious air, looked on in bemusement. Cece snapped a candid shot.

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