italicized means words spoken in french
"Are we there yet?" I asked as I turned my head to face Madame Maxime. We, a selected bunch of girls would be visiting Dartmoor, England for the Quidditch World Cup.
I honestly have no idea about quidditch, not until Hugo decides to play it.
"Just a little more patience, Clarity. We'll get there soon." Fleur leaned as she assured me. Sitting in between her and her younger sister, Gabriel. She was the older sister figure I never had. Considering that I have an older brother, Hugo Carpentier, I wanted to have a big sister that would spoil me too. And it was Fleur who filled in that spot.
This is my first time travelling outside of France. And I am also the youngest - I am fourteen years old, out of the bunch of girls here inside the chariot. But Hugo will be out there playing with the Bulgarian team, along with Viktor Krum. My parent's would most likely be there already and must be expecting my arrival as well.
Soon enough, the loud thud of the abraxon horses landed on the ground. From the distant, I could already hear the loud cheers and chants of the audience, cheering for Bulgaria and Ireland. The scent of quidditch is in the air.
"Welcome ladies to England." Madame Maxime announced cheerfully as she hopped off the carriage. One by one, we got off and headed for our carriage. Meanwhile, Madame Maxime fed the horses with single malt whiskey.
Our tent may have looked small on the outside, but it was a palace on the inside. The colors blue, green, white and red were all over. Our bags already neatly placed inside and the other girls were giddy in choosing their own rooms and who to room with.
"Madame, may I go find my brother?" I asked after settling in a room with Fleur and Gabriel.
"Be careful when you head out. Don't hurt yourself too." Madame had warned me. But I painted my lips with the best smile and headed out on my own. And alas, thousands of tents greeted me. People were either on their brooms, flying up over the tents and are either eating food deliciously outside or soaking up under the sun. I occassionally craned my neck from left to right, I really didn't know where Hugo was in particular. And I was only going where my feet would lead me. Feeling a little bit lost of hope, I was about to head back our tent until I heard a thick Bulgarian accent behind me.
"Clarity!"
I turned around and found face to face with Hugo in his Bulgarian quidditch robes. I ran up to him and gave him a hug.
"Have you just arrived?" He asked, I pulled away from the hug and nodded my head.
Hugo had masculine features - a square jaw, messy brown hair and goldish brown chocolate eyes. Other girls back in Beaubaxton would only come up to me and ask for some details about him.
"Mother and Father would be arriving soon. I'll meet you later too after the game." He planted a kiss on my forehead. Unlike me, Hugo could speak French, Bulgarian and English well. Whereas I still spoke in broken English with French accent.
I ran back to our tent, having been lost a couple of times before finding the right tent.
Later that evening, the stadium lit up and was instantly filled up by the audience. Madame had led us to the back side where it wasn't much crowded, unlike the main entrance.
On our way, I kept noticing a boy in all black clothing looking up in my direction. I've never had a boy look at me like that before, not even in Beaubaxton. Sure, guys there are lovely, but they just weren't to my liking. I suddenly felt my heart thump when I looked at him, only to find him looking at me.
"Clarity!" Madame Maxime had called up to me. I briskly walked to catch up with the others. When I did, I clinged my arm around Gabriel.
"I saw someone handsome tonight!" I beamed, chuckling.
"What did he looked like?" Gabriel asked.
"Tall, blonde and handsome!" I squeeled. Gabriel chuckled upon my reaction.
After the performance, the Irish came out of a huge leprechaun firework. Not long after, the firework was erupted by a red and black fireworks. And there came my brother on his broom. And everyone started to cheer for Viktor.
"Look, my brother is there! Hugo!" I smiled as I pointed at him. Then, the British minister of Magic - I think his name was Cornelius Fudge according to my dad, came and held his wand over his neck. Using a charm to make his voice boom all over the audience.
"As minister of magic, it gives me great pleasure to welcome each and everyone of you to the finals of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup. Let the match begin!" And then the game began.
"How is it that the Irish won and not Bulgaria? The Irish! The score was so close!" I frowned, the scores 170-160 still in my mind.
"Life is like that, Clarity. People sometimes win or lose in life." Gabriel says, resting on my left side.
Suddenly, a loud eruption came outside of our tent. I couldn't care less, and I just scoffed.
"Probably the Irish bragging their win." I mumbled, I was about to lay down in bed when Madame Maxime came into our room, looking dishelved.
"Ladies, into the carriage. Quickly!"
It was horrible outside, men in masks with torches of flames in their hands. I felt my adrenaline and started to look for Hugo.
"Gabriel, I have to go and look for Hugo!" I said, but she held my hand tightly.
"It's not possible! Fleur isn't back yet as well." And that is where it hit me. I haven't seen her as well when we got back to our tent.
I removed my hand off Gabriel and ran, looking for her older sister.
"Fleur! Fleur!" I rand and ran much everywhere to look for Fleur. People already bumping into each other just to avoid what those men with dark masks and torches. It was then that I spotted someone tall and in blue.
"Clarity!"
I ran towards her and held her hand, we started to run back to the carriage.
After the chilling incident at England, it was already 31st of August, the day I return back to Beaubaxtons. I turned my attention to the letter I had in my hand from a close friend of mine, teared it open and read it.
Clarity,
I hope you are alright and all! I can't bare to think of losing my best friend! You are already far away from me and I can't lose you! I'm glad you are safe and got away quickly. I hope this letter arrives to you quickly before you depart to Southern France. Until then, send me more letters about what's happening over there in Beaubaxtons.
Love,
Pansy x
