Malak Aboul Gheit is no stranger to suffering. To death. But she is neither a stranger to love.
The path of this young Egyptian witch as she joins Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy in 3rd year seemed uncertain, but she will soon be trapped i...
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Ireland won, but Krum caught the snitch, thus making Fred and George virtually rich, although Malak was very wary of Mr. Bagman's gambling techniques, and felt that something was not right. But that would be a problem of the future, because that night everybody was too high on the euphoria of the final. The Weasley party was caught up in the crowds now flooding out of the stadium and back to their campsites. Raucous singing was borne toward them on the night air as they retraced their steps along the lantern-lit path, and leprechauns kept shooting over their heads, cackling and waving their lanterns.
When they finally reached the tents, nobody felt like sleeping at all.
"How about a cup of hot chocolate?" Malak suggested to Mr. Weasley with the sweetest smile she could manage. "I can prepare it."
The Weasley patriach agreed and they were soon arguing enjoyably about the match. Particularly intense was the disagreement about cobbing between Charlie and his father — whereas the dragon tamer believed excessive use of elbows should not be a foul, Arthur Weasley agreed with the standard Quidditch practice of actually considerig it so.
"Why don't we ask a professional Quidditch player?" George suggested, looking directly at Malak, who was too distracted eying an almost asleep Ginny.
Mr. Weasley and Charlie's eyes turned to be looking at her too, together with Bill and Fred's and suddenly there was a weird silence at the Weasley tent that make Malak look at them, a bit intimidated by their stares.
"What?" she spoke.
"Your opinion on cobbing, bunny?"
"Cheap tactic for bad players" she quickly sentenced.
"HA!" Mr. Weasley screamed a bit too loudly, pointing at his second oldest son in an almost childish manner that made Malak smirk.
"Seriously now, Malak?" Charlie looked at her incredulously. "You are supposed to be on my team! And you go calling me a bad player!"
"I wasn't aware that there were teams," said Malak, "but anyways, seekers rarely use cobbling, so you shouldn't take offense. But for a chaser or a keeper I just find it cheap. If you are good, you don't need to go elbowing peo-"
But the Egyptian's rant was cut by Ginny's hot chocolate cup spilled all over the floor, as the youngest witch fell asleep right at the table. Malak was quick to catch her, avoiding Ginny to hit the surface of the table, but it was too late to save the mug.
That served as the cue for Mr. Weasley to call a halt to the verbal replays and insist that everyone go to bed.
Hermione and Malak carrying Ginny went into the next tent.
