At the Campgrounds Who: James, open Where: European Cup (Puddlemere United vs. Quiberon Quafflepunchers), campgrounds, Potter/Weasley tent When: August 20, early morning Status: Open, ongoing.
James had gotten up bright and early to see the rest of the match, but he was disappointed to find that his father had vanished to check in with some of the other Aurors who were keeping an eye on the campgrounds to make sure no funny business went on. He'd checked his journal once to ask Cale if the snitch had been spotted at all, but the other Gryffindor had revealed that the match was still at a standstill.
Therefore it was a very sulky James who dramatically flopped into a chair outside the tent to wait for Harry to get back and to watch the other excited witches and wizards who wandered past. Idly, he wandered what Madeleine and his cousins were doing in the tent. Sleeping? Eating breakfast?
Breakfast was probably something he should be thinking about, but he was having a bit of fun watching the wizards across the way trying to turn their tent hot pink in honor of their supported team. He couldn't understand what they were saying (he really did need to learn French one day), but their frustrated tones and the fact that their tent was now polka-dotted told the boy all he needed to know to be struggling to keep a straight face.