A Little Help from a Snake // Tomarry

Part 37

Reposted: November 26, 2021

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Summary: Second part of the World Cup

By now, the campers that have already settled in the day prior and before then were beginning to stir. A two-year-old was poking at a slug, which was growing at an alarming rate. Beyond him, two young witches were flying around on small broomsticks barely a foot off the ground.

The adults were cooking breakfast, some attempting it the Muggle way, others discreetly using their wands to make a fire. Here and there, wizards and witches from other nations huddled together, most chatting amiably in other languages.

"That's a lot of green," Harry remarked as they came across a patch of tents that were covered in shamrocks.

"Yes, let's get out of here." These greens were way too bright for Tom's taste.

Harry glimpsed Seamus with a sandy-haired woman and his friend, Dean. He waved back at them as he moved on.

Upfield from them, there was the Bulgarian flag with a larger patch of tents situated around it. Moving closer, they noticed the posters of Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker, who did nothing but scowl and blink.

"He doesn't look like he knows how to have fun," Harry said, looking around at the posters. Tom snorted but hushed him as a couple of witches passed them.

They reached the tap in the corner of the field and filled the kettle and saucepan with water. On their way back, Harry spotted more familiar faces, including Tracey and Pansy, both of whom ran over.

"Hi, Harry," Pansy said, embracing him. "I see you made it. Who's your friend?"

"This is Cody. Cody, Pansy and Tracey."

"Pleasure to meet you both," Tom said, shaking their hands.

Pansy seemed to perk up in realization. "You, too."

"Are Lupin and Black with you?" Tracey asked.

Harry nodded. "They're at the tent, yes. Speaking of which, we should probably go. We don't want Sirius to destroy anything."

The girls cringed at the thought and went back to their families.

"Do you really think Sirius would have destroyed something in this amount of time?" Tom said.

"With Moony here, probably not," Harry conceded.

To their surprise, it was Remus who was struggling with the matchsticks when they finally returned. Nearly half of the matches they had brought were splintered, and several of them were burnt, suggesting he was somewhat successful in his attempts.

"Moony, let me help," a very exasperated Sirius was saying.

"No. I got this. See? Oh!" He dropped another matchstick on the ground. "I don't got this."

Rolling his eyes, Sirius took another matchstick and deftly lit it up and started a fire. Remus stared at the flames, then looked up at Sirius' smug face. "I don't like you."