❝You know, you should dye your hair red.❞
❝Er... why?❞
❝So it'll match that fiery personality of yours.❞
❝Or so it'll match your own?❞
❝That too.❞
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Serena Mallard is anything but a rule follower.
Spontaneous and very stubborn, with bravery that b...
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The four girls spent their weekend talking and laughing, trying to calm their nerves before the much anticipated World Cup arrived.
So once early Monday morning rolled around, they just couldn't keep it in any longer, running around the Mallard house to make sure they had everything packed and ready to go.
Everyone quickly ate their breakfast, their excitement threatening to overflow. Though Maisie tried calming the hyper-active girls, she herself was as exuberant as they were.
Once everyone finally grabbed their backpacks and put on their shoes, they ventured out into the chilly morning, waiting for the arrival of one more person. After ten minutes of standing around, Maisie checked her compass before turning toward Magnolia, who was fiddling with the camera around her neck. "Dear, do you know when your sister will be coming?"
Magnolia rolled her eyes. "Knowing Azalea, she'll either be here in the next minute, or the next year."
As if Magnolia talking about her sister somehow summoned her, a soft popping sound was heard before a girl came running to the group of five. "So sorry I'm late! I'd forgotten I was supposed to be meeting you lot and apparated straight to the campsite by mistake!" Azalea Mulberry came to a stop beside Maisie, leaning on her knees to catch her breathe. When she finally rose to her full height, she smiled at the group. "Ready to go?"
Iyla lifted her treasured leather-bound notebook and bedazzled purple pen (courtesy of Ramona), no doubt planning to write all about their day as she did with everything. "Ready!"
Magnolia was practically a carbon-copy of her older sister, sharing their height and incredible blue eyes. Azalea, however, had dyed her hair pale blue, representing her Quidditch team's colours. Raising a fist, Azalea turned and strut toward the dark road leading to the village, only illuminated by the moon shining in the sky. "Then let's move onward toward Stoatshead Hill! The World Cup doesn't wait, and neither shall we!"
Magnolia shook her head, mumbling, "And they say she's 22," as she followed her sister.
The Mallards, Mulberrys, and Ramona began their trek through the village, watching as the sky slowly but surely lightened, from an inky black to deep blue. It was silent at first, save for the clicks of Magnolia's cameras every few seconds and the sound of pen against paper by Iyla.
Once they finally reached the bottom of Stoatshead Hill, everyones' hands were practically frozen, backs sore from their packs, but that didn't lower their spirits at all.
"You know," Ramona huffed, breathless from the uphill climb, "Though I prefer to stay firmly on the ground, I can't wait to see the World Cup!"
"I'm most definitely not a Quidditch fanatic like you, Serena, but who cannot be excited for the World Cup? Just imagine amount of cute guys and girls that will be there." Magnolia sighed in content.
