Evan Rosier (Harry Potter Fanfic/ Prequel)

3 | 26 | Quidditch Semifinals

Wednesday, August 8

Today we hear a popping noise outside. That could only mean one thing.

We have a visitor.

"Bloody finally!" I yelp and run to watch Clobbey open the door to a very happy Blair. She ignores the house elf's greeting and comes straight to me for a hug. "I can't believe you haven't come to visit!" I scold in her ear.

I catch her somewhat guilty smirk when we pull away. "We have a surprise for you, that's all."

Despite my annoyance, my curiosity piques at the mention of a surprise. "Surprise?"

"That's right, Arabelle," Blair's dad, my uncle, announces, handing Clobbey his dripping coat. "Alright, Blair, you can tell her."

She shifts from one foot to another in excitement while her mother digs through her purse. "We were in Wales!"

"Wales?"

"Wales," she confirms. "This man we met there- super nice man, has a wonderful son- he gave us all tickets to see the Appleby Arrows versus the Wimbourne Wasps!"

I pause for a second. "Quidditch-"

"We're going to see the Quidditch World Cup Semifinals!" She embraces me once again and I jump back in surprise and amusement.

"That so? How many tickets did he get?"

"Enough for mom, dad, and I, and your parents and you.  That's six tickets in all." She squeals. "It's brilliant!"

"Why didn't you tell me?" I exclaim, pretending to be as excited as Blair for the sake of her parents. "I can't wait!"

"We'll go tell your parents," Blair's mother offers. Before I can react, Blair takes my hand and pulls me to my room.

She flops on my bed and smiles. "Listen, I know you aren't a fan of Quidditch-"

"Not really."

"-but it will be fun."

I sigh and allow myself to feel excited about it. "I know. I wasn't lying when I said I couldn't wait. Maybe it'll totally transform my views on Quidditch."

She smirks. "You will. Trust me."

Rolling my eyes, I take a seat next to her. "When is it again?"

"August 11. Be there at eight in the morning."

~ * ~ *
After dinner is when Blair and her parents leave. I take this as an opportunity to write Evan about the Quidditch match. In the letter, I just send him half a sheet of parchment about Blair's news and that I can't wait.

Chernobyl returns surprisingly quicker than usual. She dives into my room, drops the letter, and takes off not a second after. I'll have to reward her when she comes back.

My thoughts of Chernobyl are replaced with Evan when I open the letter with impossibly shaky hands. As usual, my name is on the front.

"Dearest Arabelle,
I'm glad you kind of got over your unreasonable dislike towards Quidditch. With that, I have some brilliant news.
I'll be there, too. Perhaps I'll milk my parents into letting you sit with us. After all, we owe it to you.
My warmest regards,
Rose"

I am smiling by the time I finish the letter. Is "Rose" a thing now?

Now I really can't wait for the game.