The Fox And Her Troublemakers

Quidditch World Cup PART II

Cécile's P.O.V

About an hour later, we left the tent and headed for the stadium. I was on Fred's back, and was looking around fascinated. There were tents and colours everywhere. The support for the two teams was obvious, and there was a huge variety of people everywhere. People in facepaint, team colours, people from different countries. It was just really great, that so many different people were all in one place. I had never really gone to any big events like this before, and I kind of wondered if maybe I should, just so I could people watch.

"What are you thinking about, Love?" Fred asked, hiking me up higher on his back.

"I'm not thinking, Frederick," I told him, seeing him cringe, and laughing. "I am people watching."

"Ok, first of all, don't ever call me that again. It isn't even my name to begin with," he said, "and second, why are you creeping people?"

"It isn't creeping people if you're doing it to everyone," I pointed out, "besides, it's totally non-creepy. You just kind of observe. A lot of muggles do it. It's a popular hobby. I like to look at people and give them a sort of back story," I explained to him.

"Ok, so what would be your back story for that guy?" he asked, pointing to a boy, about 15, who had red and black facepaint and streaks in his hair, obviously showing his support for Bulgaria.

"Hm, I say he's fifteen years old. Probably a class clown. He's only gone to one school all his life, is having trouble with his relationship because of his Quidditch obsession, and he lives with both of his parents."

"That story is boring, though," he teased.

"Well, they can't all be interesting. It's unrealistic," I argued. Before he could reply, there was a loud yell from behind us.

"Cécile?! You're alive?!" I turned my head to see Kaitlyn and Leslie. They then proceeded to run at me, and Fred, the traitor, put me back on the ground, and moved himself out of their line of fire. I was tackled, and fell on my ass, the twins on top of me. "We missed you so much!" They said in sync. Stupid Twin Telepathy..

"I missed you guys too," I said with difficulty. Their arms were locked around my neck and I couldn't breathe. "Guys, can't breathe." They didn't hear me. "Guys. Guys. Guys!" They apparently heard the whisper-yell, because they got off of me, smiling sheepishly. I coughed for a little bit, trying to get back the air I lost, and glared at them.

"Sorry?" They tried.

"You're lucky I love you." I glared, hopping back on Fred's back. "You are such a traitor," I yelled accusingly, him flinching. Oops, forgot his ear was right there... oh well, it's his own fault. He should have been more helpful.

"I'm sorry, Love," he said, laughing a little, and proving he wasn't sorry in the slightest.

"No, you aren't. Put me down," I said to him.

"What? But-" I squirmed until he dropped me, and I walked ahead of him 'angrily.'

"Foxy, don't be like that. Come on-" I shook off his attempt at grabbing my shoulder and turning me to face him. I knew if I let him, then I would laugh and ruin the whole thing.

"Don't touch me," I said to him, 'irritation' obvious.

"Love, please." He grabbed my hand, and I steeled myself, turning to face him and keeping my fake angry face on.

"What?" I asked sharply. I was good at this. Maybe I should be an actress...

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just thought it would be a good joke," he tried explaining himself.