"Reason and love keep little company nowadays."
"Did Fred Weasley just quote Shakespeare?"
"Is that who said it?"
Fred x Female OC
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"I give you - Dimitrov!"
The man's voice (who Katherine believed name was Ludo Bagman, if Annie had told her correctly) was loud and clear through the enchanted radio and the girls all sat down on Loxley's bed with their plates of Shepperd's pie and bags full of British candy like Sugar Quills and Pumpkin Pasties.
"Ivanova! Zograf! Levski!" Bagman kept listing all of the Bulgarian Quidditch players, but the only one who gained a real reaction from either of Katherine's friends was Krum.
"That's they dude!" Loxley exclaimed. "That's the guy!"
Angelica let out a gasp, but didn't let anything from her mouthful of food escape. Katherine shushed them in time to hear the Irish players announced.
"And now, please greet – the Irish National Quidditch Team! Presenting – Connolly! Ryan! Troy!" Again, Bagman listed off all the Irish players. You could hear the roar of the crowd even through the radio.
"And here, all the way from Egypt," he continued, "our referee, acclaimed Chairwizard of the International Association of Quidditch, Hassan Mostafa!"
"Who's Hassan–"
"Shhh!" Katherine and Angelica interrupted Loxley's question waiting for Bagman to continue.
"Theeeeeeeey're OFF!" he screamed. "It's Mullet! Try! Moran! Dimitrov! Back to Mullet! Troy! Levski! Moran!"
Bagman continued calling out the names of the player's, going back and forth between Bulgaria and Ireland. Katherine was hanging on the edge of her seat, Angelica looked like she had a vague idea of what was happening, and Loxley just looked out of her mind confused.
"TROY SCORES!" Katherine stood up in her chair and clapped, causing Darwin to fall of her lap with a loud hiss. She was certain that the Irish would win, but she had bet with brother for twenty Dragots and she was not going to lose to him. Lucky for Katherine, the Irish two more times withint only a few minutes. She had the twenty Dragots in the bag.
The Bulgarian Beaters seemed to get more in the hang of it, though, and Bulgaria finally got its first goal, earning a loud groan from Katherine.
Soon after, Bagman said that the two Seekers had seen the Snitch, and Katherine held her breath. If Krum had eyes on the Snitch, that might mean the Irish losing. Luckily, Krum was using the Wronski Feint, but the Irish Seeker, Lynch, had crashed and been severely injured. Luckily, Lynch was able to get back on his broom.
Again and again Ireland scored, and Katherine's cockiness grew each time. After they had scored about ten goals, Mostafa called a foul on the Bulgarian Keeper, Zograf, and Ireland was awarded a penalty.
But apparently, according to Ludo Bagman, Mostafa had become a bit sidetracked with the Bulgarian mascots, the Veela. No surprise there, as distracting men (and some women, such as Angelica) seemed to be the Veela's main strength. Soon, the two Bulgarian Beaters were arguing with Mostafa, who was trying to send off the Veela. This resulted in Ireland getting another penalty and it put Katherine over the moon with delight.
Katherine could tell, even through just the radio, that the game had started to get dirty. Soon, the Irish were awarded a third penalty after Dimitrov deliberately knocked Moan off her broom. Needless to say, Katherine was receiving some odd looks from her friends (and more or less, her cat) when she back ferociously yelling at the radio.
Soon after Katherine had calmed down a bit, Moran scored again for Ireland, and her spirits were once again lifted. But Quigley had just hit a Bludger toward Krum and broken his nose; Katherine was sure that'd be a foul. Only, Mostafa didn't blow his whistle. What was going on?
Katherine was broken from her thoughts when Bagman announced that the Seekers had seen the Snitch, and Katherine was quite sure this wasn't another Wronksi Feint. And she was right; Krum had caught the Snitch, but it didn't matter. Katherin had done the math in her head - it would be 170 to 160 Ireland.
"IRELAND WINS!" Bagman's elated voice came out of the radio.
The blond let out a loud cheer, and she wasn't the only one. It seemed others in the Leaky Cauldron had been listening in as well and their screams mingled with hers to form one big yell of victory.
She turned around confidently to her friends. "Told you it -"
They'd fallen asleep. Katherine was a bit disappointed they hadn't been invested in this. After all, the Quidditch World Cup only happened once every four years. But she couldn't say she was surprised; she was the honorary Quidditch addict of the group.
After downing a bit of firewhisky that she had smuggled in her trunk from America in celebration, she turned off the light and the radio, removed her glasses, and fell asleep herself, dreaming of broomsticks and Snitches and loud cheers . . .
