❝Give 'em hell kids❞
In which Harry Potter decides he needs the help of a certain troublemaker to make it through his Third Year at Hogwarts.
[The Prisoner of Azkaban - The Deathly Hallows]
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[Frankie]
𝙁𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙝 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝
Their little group always had a bit of trouble when it came to planning their time together outside of school. Blaise's mother was a little too flaky for their liking, always disappearing to some island in the pacific minutes before she was supposed to do something for them. Pansy's parents were too busy bickering and spreading rumours about one another to be trusted to keep to their promises. Theo's father hated that Frankie could be a possible muggle-born and Frankie's mother was a muggle. Still, by the grace of God, they had somehow scrambled up a plan for them all to enjoy the Quidditch world cup together, even if they did have multiple rewrites. After Pansy's parents bailed on them, Pansy had to go with Theo's family, and Blaise's mum had to take Frankie and her mother.
She had only disclosed her excitement to Pansy. No one else knew how jittery she was getting for the match. Erika had pumped her full of love for Quidditch, and this would be the first real match she'd ever gone to, the first match she'd watch that wasn't a little school match. Evie Marsh had dressed up for the occasion, decorating her face with green clovers to, as she called it, 'fully support their homeland', and even Blaise's mother had gotten a green velvet scarf for the occasion.
"We're just past the patch of green tents," Amity Zabini instructed, her trunks levitating behind her.
The area that the Ministry of Magic had selected for the match was on the edge of woodland, with thick, soft grass, wet under the early morning dew, covering every hectare. Blaise tried not to crush the wildflowers poking out of the ground haphazardly as children ran past them, trying to catch the brightly coloured butterflies.
"Can you see Pansy or Theo?" Blaise whispered.
"All I can see is green," Frankie replied with a frown, glaring as they passed a mass of tens covered head to toe in thick shamrocks.
"Here we are," Amity announced, her bags delicately floating to the ground, "I'll just whip up our tents. You and Blaise have your own. I hope that's okay."
Frankie nodded, letting her duffle bag drop off her shoulder. She couldn't imagine what their tents would look like. Amity was not known for having an inconspicuous nature. In fact, Frankie was certain their tents might outdo the Irish tents in its flashiness.
"I thought the ministry said no magic?" Evie looked around worriedly, waving at the muggle man who was staring at them.
"Well, I can't do it without it," Amity responded, glaring at the man until he turned away, "I can just get him obliviated,"
"Oh nonsense, I can teach you. We aren't useless," Evie smiled, picking up the tent bag and unfolding it, "you two go, find the rest of your friends. We've got this,"
