Chapter 328 - Stadium (1/2)
A sense of excitement began to be felt as the afternoon came and went. By dusk, the still summer air seemed to be quivering with anticipation as darkness spread over like a curtain over the eagerly waiting wizards. The ministry members finally gave up at this point and simply turned a blind eye to everything.
Salesmen were apparating every few feet with trays and carts full of extraordinary merchandise. There were luminous rosettes – blue for England, red for Norway – which squealed the names of the Quidditch team players. There were hats with small moving Vikings representing Norway, while England's held moving knights in shining armor.
Norwegian scarves with a long sea serpent's that moved across the entire train of the scarves. Flags from both countries which played the national anthems as they were waved. There were tiny models of brooms that really flew, and collectible figures of famous Quidditch players, which strolled across the palm of one's hand, preening themselves.
Rowan didn't hold much interest in any of it except for buying a pair of Omnioculars that seemed rather useful. And a program as to least know the situation and know when to flee, if need be. Severus, James, and Sirius on the other hand each were draped in their quidditch teams' colors. Severus quickly choose to support Norway claiming they had far superior tactics, while the loyal Gryffindor's, James and Sirius stuck faithfully to England.
Personally, Rowan thought Norway had the upper hand, but she didn't want to get into an argument with the boys. She was already sick and tired of listening to the three of them talk about quidditch. In fact, if she never had to attend a Quidditch World Cup again, she would consider herself heavenly blessed. She'd rather watch the Football World Cup any day, now that was a game of cunning tactics, surprises, and simply a joy to watch.
Rowan is tragically forced to wait until Severus is done shopping until at long last the three boys quite cheerfully return to their own tents. Reginald and Aunt Georgine were waiting outside of the tent for them as they pulled up. As were, Fleamont Potter and his wife, Euphemia. Though Fleamont looked rather nervous as he didn't dare glance in Reginald's direction. Which was strange really, considering the fact that Fleamont was older than Reginald by six years.
Sirius and James eagerly rushed over to his parents as Georgine said, ”So, which side are you joining dear. I'm on Norway's side and Reginald is sticking to England.”
”I choose not to participate,” Rowan drily answered. ”I'd rather have watched the football world cup.”
”That strange muggle sport where they kick the ball around?” Georgine exclaimed.
”That one,” Severus snorted. ”She's always liked Pele. She'll go on and on about his incredible Brazilian player prowess and football moves.”
”He's won four football world cups and is simply INCREDIBLE!” Rowan huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest. ”Plus, he does it all without the aid of magic!” Severus rolls his eyes as Reginald actually looks mildly intrigued.