'He'd burn the whole world but not let a single flame touch her because she was his angel.'
𝐴𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦: 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑦, 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟, 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐, 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒...
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The mascots had been introduced to the fans of Bulgaria and Ireland they were Veela, hundreds of Veela, Mr Weasley took of his glasses and shoved them into his pocket to stop him from seeing the beautiful women.
Except they weren't human, Silas had clenched his jaw when two of the gorgeous Veela had flashed him a dazzling smile that would've had any other man or woman on his knees for them but he didn't faulted and remained rooted to his seat. He had to hold Harry and Isabelle by the back of their shirts to stop them from jumping from the box and into the herd of Veela.
Silas knew what they could become, they could be a force to be reckoned with if you made a Veela angered or enraged by your constant begs to peruse them.
They danced and danced making the crowd shout in delight and awe, Silas had to kick his leg out so Ron tripped over because he was walking to the edge of the railing in a sort of trance.
Many roars of anger came from the crowd as the music stopped and the Veela started to form a line at the side of the pitch. Silas couldn't help but feel pity towards them, how would it feel to be so enchanting that you couldn't take a step out of your own house without men and women acting like dogs, acting like savages.
Once Ron, Harry and Isabelle returned to their seats Hermione couldn't help but mutter," boys," in an angry way as they were still staring, open mouthed towards the Veela themselves.
"Close you mouth we're not codfishes," Harry shut his mouth instantly and clamped Ron's jaw shut with a hand.
"Now! Irelands team mascots!" A rainbow appeared from one end of the pitch to the other and thousands of galleons poured from the sky, hitting Silas's head and the seats they stood on. Ron scrambled to gather all the golden coins he could whilst Isabelle tiredly plucked one from her hair.
Many small leprechauns held a lantern as they danced an Irish dance until they landed on the opposite side of the Veela and sat waiting for the match to start.
"Now! For the Bulgarian team!" Many people stood up from their seats including Silas and Harry as they went to the edge of the railing to see the players. Red dots appeared, sawing across the stadium and one was going particularly fast as if he was a fly that you couldn't catch.
"Introducing the one and only Viktor Krum!" Shouted Ludo Bagman as he jumped up and down in utter delight.
"It's Krum, oh my god it's Krum!" Ron gasped aloud as he ran to the front to see his favourite player in the entire world.
"Silas!" A voice that he identified as Charlotte had called from the entrance of the box and as he turned round her saw Cedric Diggory.
"Charlotte, hello Cedric, where were you?" The three walked back to the railing where Isabelle and Cedric gave each other a small wave.
