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Madeleine Winters (the_instigators) wrote in mistaken_pieces,
@ 2011-07-18 21:00:00

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albus potter, james potter, lily potter, madeleine winters, michael wright, natasha beckett, nigel ramsey, scorpius malfoy

Awesome Wizards International - European cup
Who: Madeleine Winters, James Potter, Cale Wright
When: August 18/19
Where: THE QUIDDITCH CUP YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHH
Status: In-progress

Madeleine Winters was ready for action.

She was wide awake, dressed, armed with a broomstick and bouncing on the balls of her feet. Her mother had already told her several times to settle down, that her excitement was riling up her siblings as well. "No way, Mum!" she'd laughed in response. "Arlen's ready to lay down and take a nap; you'll see!"

"Kit-kit-kit-kit-kit-kit-kit-kit-kit!" Arlen had chanted at that moment, running by with his own toy broomstick. "Let's play! I wanna play!"

"Arlen-arlen-arlen-arlen-arlen!" Madeleine crowed back, grinning before catching sight of her mother's exasperated face. "...all right, so maybe I am, a little bit."

But there was so much to be excited for! She, Jamesies, and Cale had all made plans to meet up, and Cale would be bringing by his own little brother as well. She was confident that he and Arlen would hit it off, and then the three of them would be free, free to do anything they wanted for the day.

"I bet you I can catch the Snitch before you do, Arlen!" challenged Madeleine, bending down to grab their toy Snitch from its small box. It wouldn't fly as far or as frantically as a real Snitch would, meaning that Arlen wouldn't be on a disadvantage on his smaller broomstick. "Let's play until everybody else gets here!"

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the_instigators
2011-07-21 01:04 am UTC (link)

"Most definitely!" Madeleine laughed, cheering as the firework in question burst into color. "Come on, Sparrow, live a little! It's the Cup!"

And she was certainly living it up herself. Madeleine was sporting a Puddlemere United "tattoo" on one cheek, that moved about and would unleash a shower of (harmless!) sparks whenever points were scored for the team. But her real pride and joy was an absolutely gargantuan, plush, dark blue top hat emblazoned with the Puddlemere bulrushes. It was perched on her head, singing "Beat Back Those Bludgers, Boys, and Bring That Quaffle Here" at the top of its tinny little lungs. She'd seen it on a man in the marketplace, and although he'd told her it had been a custom job, he'd swept it off his own head and dropped it on top of hers. "But I think that a loyal girl such as yourself has far more need of it than I in this hour," he'd chuckled, bowing low. "Once the Snitch has been caught, you may return it to me."

The memory made her grin, reaching up to touch the hat again. She still couldn't believe he'd given it to her so easily--it was so neat!

"How long've we got until it starts?" she asked, hanging over the edge of the stands and surveying the pitch. "It's gotta be soon, right?"

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