Juliet

Chapter 12

Juliet slapped the Qudditch ticket against her palm as she waited in line. She was a bundle of nerves as she walked closer to the doors, surrounded by Puddlemere fans. When she had owled Harry the other day he had told her no one else had been invited. A suspicious thing in her books.

A wizard in grey robes took her ticket. His eyes widened, "You have a seat in Mr. Potter's box?" he asked in shock, "Mr. Potter never has anyone sit there."

Juliet chuckled nervously, "I'm sure he has friends who sit there."

The wizard shook his head and motioned for a security wizard to come over, "Please take this young lady to Mr. Potter's box."

The security wizard looked taken aback but bowed his head slightly, "Right away sir. If you'll just follow me Ms.."

Juliet flushed slightly but followed the rather tall wizard. They walked into the stadium and up several flights of stairs, talking to make time pass faster.

"Does Mr. Potter bring many people here?"

The security wizard, who Juliet found out that his name was Paul, shook his head, "No Ms. Black. He usually gives away tickets to his friends, which he notifies us of, but he has never brought a friend to his personal box."

"This must be odd for you then?"

"Quite," the security wizard said, "I do hope you'll be comfortable here and have fun."

Juliet walked through the curtain that Paul held open for her, "Thank you for escorting me Paul."

Paul smiled and bowed his head again, "It was my pleasure Ms. Black."

Once Paul had left, Juliet glanced around the box. It had three rows of five seats that had soft velvet cushions. Of course, everything was navy blue, like the team uniforms. Hanging on the wall was one of Harry's robes.

Juliet took her seat in one of the front rows and smiled fondly to herself when she saw tea waiting for her. It was her favourite tea flavour as well, brewed the Muggle way just as she preferred.

She poured herself a cup and settled in her chair as she waited for the match to begin. Paul came to check on her twice, the third time being invited by Juliet to sit down, which he politely declined.

The match was due to start in five minutes and Paul had arrived once more.

"Is there anything else you need Ms. Black?" he asked politely.

"No thanks Paul. Unless you'll finally accept my offer, I would really love the company."

Paul scratched his beard, "I don't think it's appropriate. I'm supposed to be working."

"What does your job, right now, entail?"

"Guarding you since you're Mr. Potter's very special guest."

"Then I insist that you sit. Please don't insult me further," Juliet pleaded.

Paul sighed as he finally complied with her request. He tucked his wand in the pocket of his robes and sat down in a seat next to her. He took a cup of tea from her and rested his foot on his knee.

"That wasn't so hard," Juliet smirked.

Paul rolled his eyes which earned a giggle from Juliet, "There's only so many times I can say no to a beautiful woman."

"Please Paul," Juliet waved the compliment away, "I'm hardly worthy of you. Oh, call me Juliet."

"Alright, Juliet," he enunciated, "Why did you get a special invitation from Mr. Potter? He never has anyone up here."