Harry Potter - OC Black x OC Potter
Cassiopeia Alhena Black hated a lot of things. Her parents, custard cream tarts and Nico James Potter. But while the Potter twins are thrown into battles with dragons, mermaids and a maze, Cassiopeia starts to re...
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{18th of August, 1994}
Translations Below
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"Mozhete da govorite angliĭski, nali?" She asked the Bulgarian Minster. Nico Potter who was sitting a couple of rows above stared in awe at the girl's talent. However, her godfather looked away as he realized he knew nothing of his goddaughter.
"Razbira se, no e zabavno da se zabŭrkvash s nego. Zabavno e da go vidish da izpŭlnyava dumi." He smirked and looked away.
She chuckled and shook her head in response.
The next moment, Ludo Bagman charged into the box.
"Everyone ready?" he said, his round face gleaming
"Minister — ready to go?"
"Ready when you are, Ludo," said Fudge uncomfortably.
Ludo whipped out his wand, directed it at his own throat, and said "Sonorus!" and then spoke over the roar of sound that was now filling the packed stadium; his voice echoed over them, booming into every corner of the stands.
"Ladies and gentlemen . . . welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!"
The spectators screamed and clapped. Thousands of flags waved, adding their discordant national anthems to the racket. The huge blackboard opposite them was wiped clear of its last message
(Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans — A Risk With Every Mouthful!) and now showed BULGARIA: 0, IRELAND: 0.
"And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce . . . the Bulgarian National Team Mascots!"
The right-hand side of the stands, which was a solid block of scarlet, roared its approval.
"I wonder what they've brought," said Mr. Potter, leaning forward in his seat. "Aaah!" He suddenly whipped off his glasses and polished them hurriedly on his robes. "Veela!"
A hundred veela were now gliding out onto the field, Veela were women except that they weren't — they couldn't be — human.
"Draco, what are you doing?" said Cassie's voice from a long way off.
Every single man in the stadium (Plus a couple of women in the crowd) was advancing towards the Veela. The music stopped. Cassiopeia looked around to see harry potter standing up, and one of his legs was resting on the wall of the box. Next to him, the twin's little brother Ron was frozen in an attitude that looked as though he were about to dive from a springboard. Strangely enough, Nico wasn't fazed by the veela, instead, he seemed to be staring dreamily at her, which every single person in the top box noticed.
Angry yells were filling the stadium. The crowd didn't want the veela to go. Many males in the top box were with them; In fact, Ron, meanwhile, was absentmindedly shredding the shamrocks on his hat. Mr. Weasley, smiling slightly, leaned over to Ron and tugged the hat out of his hands.
"You'll be wanting that," he said, "once Ireland have had their say.
"Huh?" said Ron, staring openmouthed at the veela, who had now lined up along one side of the field.
Cassiopeia reached up and pulled Draco back into his seat. "Stop being horny!" she yelled.
"And now," roared Ludo Bagman's voice, "kindly put your wands in the air . . . for the Irish National Team Mascots!"
The next moment, what seemed to be a great green-and-gold comet came zooming into the stadium. It did one circuit of the stadium, then split into two smaller comets, each hurtling toward the goalposts. A rainbow arced suddenly across the field, connecting the two balls of light. The crowd oooohed and aaaaahed, as though at a fireworks display. Now the rainbow faded and the balls of light reunited and merged; they had formed a great shimmering shamrock, which rose up into the sky and began to soar over the stands. Something like golden rain seemed to be falling from it —
"Excellent!" yelled Ron from behind her as the shamrock soared over them, and heavy gold coins rained from it, bouncing off their heads and seats. Squinting up at the shamrock, it was actually comprised of thousands of tiny little bearded men with red vests, each carrying a minute lamp of gold or green.
"Leprechauns!" said Mr. Black over the tumultuous applause of the crowd, many of whom were still fighting and rummaging around under their chairs to retrieve the gold.
The great shamrock dissolved, the leprechauns drifted down onto the field on the opposite side from the veela and settled themselves cross-legged to watch the match.
Translations:
Mozhete da govorite angliĭski, nail?: You can speak English, right?
Razbira se, no e zabavno da se zabŭrkvash s nego. Zabavno e da go vidish da izpŭlnyava dumi.:Sure, but it's fun to mess with him. It's fun to see him perform words
Words: 862
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