Excitement hung in the air over the thousands of tents like a blanket. The dusk air itself seemed to be a riff with the anticipation of the upcoming match. As darkness fell millions of stars littered the sky, winking down at the campsite. The Ministry had seemed to given up preventing the inevitable magic that was now breaking out across the site.
Salesman Apparated everywhere that Phoenix looked, all pushing carts or carrying trays full of the most remarkable merchandise that Phoenix had ever seen. Phoenix couldn't help but purchase a pointed green hat with luminous dancing shamrocks shattered on it, a small model of a Firebolt and she also brought both Fred and George, despite their refusal, large green rosettes as they had spent their savings on the bet.
"I see that you are supporting Ireland," grinned Fred as he gestured at not only Phoenix's green hat, but also her vivid green hair and green eyes that glimmered like the shamrocks on her hat.
"You have excellent observation skills Fred," said Phoenix as she forcefully put the rosette into Fred's hand, who simply grinned in gratitude.
"His observation skills do amaze us all indeed Pixy," said George, who was already wearing his green rosette, "your hair looks cool by the hair," he commented, before frowning slightly, "so does your eyes, but I think your blue eyes look nicer."
Phoenix couldn't help but blush.
Suddenly a booming gong sounded from beyond the woods, and all at once, red and green lanterns ignited in the hundreds of trees, lighting a path to the field.
Phoenix gripped both Fred and George's arms, her eyes ablaze with excitement as Mr. Weasley turned to them all, his excitement mirroring his children's and their friends as he said, "It's time! Come on, let's go!"
When they emerged on the other side of the forest, in front of them was a colossal sized stadium, Phoenix stared, open-mouthed and she couldn't help but feel, for the millionth time in the past years of her lives, that magic was truly astonishing.
"Prime seats Arthur!" said a Ministry witch that stood at one of what seemed to be hundreds of entrances as she checked their tickets, "Top Box! Go straight upstairs and as high as you can go!"
Now Phoenix knew why her step-brothers kept saying they had amazing tickets.
Truthfully, Phoenix had never seen something so unbelievable. Even as they walked up many flights of purple carpeted stairs, her mouth was still slightly ajar in surprise.
"We are so high up!" exclaimed Phoenix, looking both left and right to the stands that surrounded them.
"You are not going to tell me you are scared of highs as well as spiders!" George cried dramatically, slinging one of his arms around his small companion as they reached the very top of the staircase.
"No I'm not," said Phoenix, cracking a smile, "and I am not scared of spiders!"
"Whatever makes you sleep at night," George mused as they entered the top box, the most highest point of the stadium, located halfway between the immense golden gold posts.
Phoenix sat herself beside George and Ginny, her heart racing as she looked around at the astonishing view in front of her eyes. A sea of witches and wizards were in their seats, the red and green colours seemed to glitter breathtakingly. It was truly a view in which she could have never imagined.
"Bloody hell," Phoenix exclaimed, her eyes looking across at a massive blackboard that was directly at eyelevel with her, gold lettering dancing across it, advertising various wizarding items.
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Vulnerability || George Weasley
Fanfiction"To share your weakness is to make yourself vulnerable; to make yourself vulnerable is to show your strength." Phoenix Lancaster is just as extraordinary as she appears. Being a muggle-born metamorphmagus, often meant her life was hardly quiet. But...
