𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 (𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖚𝖘 𝕱𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖙) 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙳✔

𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝑽𝒔. 𝑩𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒔

The moment they apparated outside the venue early this morning, they had camped out along with the others. Quidditch leagues lasted for hours and hours on end. Sometimes, however, they could last for more than a day and that was the reason why witches and wizards brought tents with them.

It was Adrian's brilliant idea to leave his house early before the break of dawn to take all the good spots before it became completely packed. So once they finished setting up camp, everyone took the remaining hours to get some shut eye.

Ivory preferred not to share a tent with her older brother despite the fact that he snored loudly in his sleep and so she brought a tent of her own.

The boys weren't exactly the best at cooking...

This fine sunny morning, she proceeded inside Terence's tent to which he was sharing with Graham and Adrian, Ivory was greeted with the awful smell of burning food.

"What are you idiots doing?" Ivory gazed at Graham and Adrian, the two were attempting to cook some sausages that were now burnt to crisp.

Ivan was also there as he tried to help out but seemed to have only made things worse. Ivory had to take over to prevent the three gits from burning down their tent.

"You imbeciles will never survive on your own." Ivory shook her head. With a wave of her wand, the burnt food vanished. She took matters into her own hands and began cooking for them.

"When did you learn how to cook?" Ivan asked in amusement, him and Adrian were watching her effortlessly make breakfast. The delicious smell of bacon, sausage and egg filling their nostrils.

"I self teach in the kitchen while you're too busy being a lazy snob, ordering Polly around to make you a bowl of Bouillabaisse."

Ivory spoke bitterly to her brother, taking a piece of toast before shoving it into Ivan's mouth to shut him up. Ivan only hummed in delight, chewing down on the buttered toast.

"What smells good?" A very tired looking Terence had finally rolled out of bed and joined them out in the main room of the tent fortress.

"Ivory's cooking." Graham said in between mouthfuls of baked beans.

"Where are the others?" Terence groggily sat across from Graham and began to pour himself some coffee.

"I reckon they're still sleeping in the other tent." Adrian answered.

Ivory didn't feel hungry today, this usually happened when she was overly excited about something and in this case, Ivory was excited about seeing Ballycastle Bats in person again.

Ivory resided on some hot coffee as she sat on the kitchen counter, having no manners whatsoever. Lighting herself a stick and continued the harmful cycle of smoking again.

Coffee and cigarettes her two best friends...

Ivory hopped off the counter and headed for the exit. Deciding to personally wake up the other knuckleheads.

"Where you going?" Graham looked up from his plate.

"To wake the others up." Ivory replied, leaving her coffee on the table and disappearing outside the tent.

As she stepped inside the other tent, it was worse than Terence's. It was the perfect depiction of what a man cave looked like, stuff were scattered everywhere including clothes.