crash like a rolling wave

Calum had wandered around the different campsites with his friend, Louis. Louis, of course, was a few years older than him, but they were both there to support Viktor Krum and the Bulgarian team. Calum himself had the utmost trust that Bulgaria would win, and he'd made his certainty well-known, but he was mostly just enjoying himself. "I think I'm gonna go look at the souvenirs, mate," he mentioned, offering a grin to Louis as he patted his friend's shoulder. "I'll meet you back at the tent soon." They'd come there with Calum's family, but he knew Louis' own family would have shown up by now. Regardless, he was glad to have his friend accompany him around and to have somebody to spend time with while they waited for the game to start. "If you see Krum, make sure you tell him that he'd better win, yeah?" Grinning jokingly, he nodded before he wandered away from Louis, deciding that a bit of exploring was in order - and the thought of getting as many souvenirs as possible just encouraged him all the more. He just had to figure out where the souvenir carts had gone off to, and hope that they weren't sold out of all the best things. As much fun as he was sure the game would be to watch, he wanted something to remember it by as well, and he was sure nobody would blame him for such a desire.

Viola smiled kindly as she listened to her parents talk excitedly about the World Cup. She was amazed herself at how extraordinary everything had been so far, she could only imagine what the Quidditch match itself would be like. After a while, she tuned her parents out, her gaze running over the faces that passed their tent; since they were sat outside while they waited for the match to begin, she made sure to nod to those she recognized from school. On occasion, somebody her parents knew would come over to chat and she'd listen and speak when spoken to, but otherwise busied herself with people-watching. It was amazing, how many witches and wizards were here to watch the game, but moreover, how many came from different countries. She knew many of them had to have come by Portkey or Apparition, but it still amazed her to no end, and she found herself watching each person intently, ever curious about where each one came from, what lives they lived, and even who they were rooting for in the game.

George was still in a slight shock that he and his family got to come here, to the Quidditch World Cup, honestly. But, what made it better - what always made everything better - was the fact that his girlfriend, Cherrie Williams was there, too, that she'd gotten to come there with them, and that she was getting to spend time with his family. Grinning over at Cherrie, he couldn't help but to take her in, always amazed by her beauty, but even more so amazed by the fact that she was his. After all, she was the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen and he knew she could have picked anybody she wanted, and he was beyond glad, beyond lucky that who she wanted happened to be him. "Alright, love, who are you going to be rooting for?" he asked, his grin broadening as he slid an arm around her waist and tugged her closer to himself. "Interested in placing any wagers?" Teasingly, he wiggled his brows suggestively, his grin becoming a bit more mischievous, though he was mostly hoping to just make his girlfriend laugh, because her laugh was the most amazing sound, something he'd always been addicted to hearing. In fact, Cherrie as a whole was the most addicting thing he'd ever known, and all he wanted was for her to be his for the rest of his life.

Rosalyn crawled out of the girls' tent to sit by the campfire with the others, though she offered her best friend, Cherrie, a cup of tea with a small grin before she sat beside her boyfriend, Fred. She could see Harry and Hermione teaching a few of the others how to roast marshmallows and such and she knew she could spend her time helping as well, being a muggleborn, but she much preferred the opportunity to cozy up to Fred. It still surprised her that she was getting an opportunity like this to see the World Cup, and she wanted to fully enjoy it. "Oi, that sounds like a trap, Cherrie, don't fall for it," she teased lightly, grinning from where she was before she took a sip of her tea and peered over at Fred, admiring him in the light of the setting sun. There was still quite some time before the World Cup would start, which meant plenty of time to spend with her favorite Gryffindor. The Ravenclaw grinned with the thought, unable to help it, and looked to the fire, as bright as Fred's hair, and she watched it flicker about, letting out a sigh of content with how perfect everything seemed.

Michael, admittedly, couldn't be happier with the fact that he'd snuck away from his family to settle in with the Weasleys. He knew his parents wouldn't be happy if they found out he was soiling the Clifford name by spending time around people they deemed as blood traitors, but Michael himself was past the point of caring. He'd gone his whole life, trying to live up to his parents' expectations and trying to make them proud but, since starting school at Hogwarts, he'd started to grow more into himself. He knew a huge factor in all of that was Lily Weasley, a gorgeous Gryffindor who'd caught his eye from the moment he saw her - and, upon formally meeting her, he'd begun falling hard and fast and he regretted none of it. She was what made him want to be a better person; she made him want to stop conforming to his parents' cruel ideologies, and he couldn't thank her enough for that. It'd taken a few years to work up the courage to get even this far, but he'd made small steps each year and, now, he was here, spending time at the Weasley tent instead of with his own parents, and he grinned over at Lily with the thought. "Do you think the game's going to last longer than a night, perhaps?" he asked with curiosity, a part of him hoping it would so that he could spend more time with her.

Dahlia watched her father while Hermione and Harry taught him how to roast something soft and almost fluffy-looking over the fire and she arched an amused brow at his reaction when it caught fire. She found herself watching the whole thing in near awe; like her father, she was admittedly amazed by muggles, and she often encouraged his curiosity - at least she could have questions answered by muggleborns at Hogwarts, and she happened to be friends with quite a few, but her father was often so wrapped up in work that the only time he got any of his questions answered was when Harry or Hermione were around. "Well, he's having fun," she chimed cheerfully before peering over to Luke, taking in the sight of the gorgeous boy with the brightest blue eyes she'd ever seen. It still amazed her that Luke Hemmings, a Slytherin from a prejudiced family, was willingly spending time with them at all. A part of her, at first, had wondered if it was just an act of rebellion he made out of boredom, or whether this was serious, that he genuinely enjoyed spending time with them. She liked to believe it was the latter, admittedly. "Are you up for giving it a try?" Grinning, she arched a brow almost challengingly.

Namjoon leaned back on the palms of his hands while he settled comfortably in the grass, grinning slightly to himself as he listened to the younger students around him. Of all the group that still attended Hogwarts, he was one of the few who was heading into his seventh year. With the thought, his eyes scanned around for one of the others, Ruby Olivia, a Ravenclaw who had held his heart for as long as he could remember - and he loved the fact that he could trust her with it - but, when he couldn't catch a glimpse of her, he settled his gaze onto one of his younger friends, Ashton, instead. "Think Ruby will show up any time soon?" he asked, aware that she should be coming to the World Cup. He'd kept in touch with most of his friends over the summer, but nobody more than Ruby, and he knew her parents had gotten tickets to come see the World Cup. He himself had come with his family, but he'd ended up at the Weasley tent earlier when he'd discovered everybody else there, and his gaze would wander around every few minutes to see if Ruby had shown up while he was distracted, his heart eager to see her, and he was certain that the moment his gaze could catch hers, he'd feel at ease, even if he did end up being a nervous mess in her presence, always worried about saying the wrong thing.

Octavia scoffed quietly to herself as she'd just finished helping her parents set up their tent - far too grand inside for one night - and realized that Michael and Luke had wandered off. Her family's tent was posted near both the Clifford and Hemmings tents, and not too far from them was the Williams' tent. Of course, she knew the older girl had come there with her boyfriend, George Weasley, rather than her family, and she was certain that she knew exactly where Michael and Luke were, too. Cherrie Williams wasn't the only Slytherin who had a thing for Weasleys; Michael and Luke harbored feelings for Lily and Dahlia Weasley, respectively. Octavia, on the other hand, held a love for a member of a different family entirely - a muggleborn by the name of Ashton Irwin. Just the thought of the boy sent a flutter through Octavia's chest and she was certain that he'd be where everyone else was: the Weasley tent. She took the first chance she could to separate from her parents with the excuse of mingling before she went on a search for the specific tent immediately, eyes searching all the familiar faces that had shown up for the World Cup, though her eyes were obviously searching for Ashton.

Louis Tomlisnon had been amazed from the moment he landed on the campsite for the Quidditch World Cup; surrounded by wizards and witches of all ages, all ready to cheer on their team of choice. Louis, and one of his closest friends, Calum, had come with their families to cheer on Bulgaria, and their star player, Viktor Krum. Louis had no doubt that Krum would lead the Bulgarians to victory, and to prove his point, Louis wore a scarf with the Bulgarian colours; showing anyone who glanced his way where his loyalty rested. Hearing Calum's voice, Louis turned to look at his younger counterpart, nodding. "Alright, mate. Don't get lost." Louis teased, one corner of his mouth lifting into a mischevious smirk. "Shout me if you see anything good, yeah? I'm probably going to stretch my legs, shouldn't be too far away." Louis reassured. "Yeah, tell him yourself if you see him!" Louis smirked, saluting Calum before turning to walk away, his hands buried in his pockets casually as he began to study the bodies of people around him, each one as excited as the other, the atmosphere absolutely brilliant, something Louis wanted to commit to memory: it felt good. Walking down a row of tents, Louis whistled a happy tune, nodding at a few wizards who turned to look at him, offering them his signature, Prince Charming smile as he walked past.

Rosie tucked a strand of raven hair behind her ear as she listened to her younger brother - too young to yet attend Hogwarts yet - badger on about getting some souveniers - he seemed desperate for an emerald green top hat to show their support for Ireland. Their parents had gone off to greet some old friends a few tents over, leaving Rosie with the over excited ten year old. "Oh, alright, James." She relented. "We can go and see if the souvenier cart is still around, but you must stay close, do you understand?" And when her brother nodded vigorously, Rosie rolled her eyes playfully, throwing on a hoodie to keep herself warm. The air was humid, but England had never been famous for it's wonderful weather. Tightening her ponytail so she didn't look too unkempt, afraid of bumping into someone from school in her relaxed state, Rosie took her little brother's hand and guided him out of the tent, ensuring he stayed close to her. The crowds were large, and the buzzing of various conversations were difficult not to eavesdrop on, but Rosie kept her calm, sighing in relief when she heard a vendor calling up ahead. Approaching the cart, Rosie smiled, checking the pockets of her hoodie for some galleons as her brother picked out a green, white and orange scarf and the green top hat.

Fred Weasley had only dreamed of ever attending the Quidditch World Cup, and yet, here he was, in actual attendance, surrounded by his family, his closest friends, and the woman he loved. Grinning with the thought, when Rosalyn sat beside him, Fred offered her a smile, wrapping his arm around her shoulders to pull her close, leaning to press a kiss to the top of her head as he watched the others roast marshmallows in amusement. "Bloody hell Dad, you're going to set the whole tent on fire." Fred teased, his hold on Rosalyn tightening gently, because all he wanted, what he really wanted, was to relish in having her close, having her by his side, how he hoped it would be forever. "Oi," Fred chuckled, looking to George then. "There's nothing wrong with a little wager." Looking to Rosalyn then, Fred grinned. "How about it, sweetheart? Who are you putting your bets to?" Fred arched an amused brow, but his expression soon softened when he caught Rosalyn looking to him. "Are you having fun, darling?" Fred asked quietly so only she could hear him, and his eyes travelled from her, to her mug of tea, to the fireplace, and back to Rosalyn once more, admiring how she looked in the light of the sun setting among the horizon. Rosalyn had always been such a beautiful vision, and Fred couldn't believe that he got to call the beautiful Ravenclaw his. Fred had never known a love like it, the love he felt for her, and the pride and happiness that she caused to burn through him at a high velocity each and every day. "Are you looking forward to the match?" The corners of Fred's lips upturned then, his usual, mischevious exterior shining through.

Cherrie sat contently beside George, watching Harry and Hermione teach Arthur Weasley how to roast a marshmallow with a soft smile, not wanting to admit she was fond of muggle customs. Coming from a long line of purebloods, Cherrie learned to appreciate the small things the most, and when Rosalyn offered her a cup of tea, Cherrie smiled and leaned to accept the hot drink. "Thank you, love." Cherrie spoke softly, leaning back once more. Hearing George's voice, a sound which brought her more comfort than she could ever explain, Cherrie grinned with his question. "Ireland," she supplied easily, turning to look at her boyfriend, giggling as he tugged her towards him. "Be careful." Cherrie nodded towards the warm mug she nursed between her hands, taking a sip and sighing happily, resting her head on George's shoulders. Hearing his offer though, Cherrie smirked, looking up to George with adoration. "Oh, you're on!" But hearing Rosalyn's warning, Cherrie's smirk only grew. "What're you willing to sacrifice, Weasley?" But when she saw George wiggle his eyebrows, Cherrie laughed, pulling away from George. "Behave yourself!" And although things were going swimmingly so far, Cherrie remembered her parents' words before she'd come to the Weasley's tent. Be careful, and stay quiet - and that was before they'd gone to meet with the Hemmings' and the Clifford family, respectively.

Luke knew what his parents would say if he was caught in the Weasley family tent. He would be accused of besmirching the Hemmings' reputation of a proud bunch of purebloods who thought they were above anything else who carried anything but pure magic through their veins. Luke had to refrain from rolling his eyes with the thought of his family's outdated ideologies. He'd spent his whole life listening to their mind numbing lectures of superiority, how the Dark Lord would favour him upon his return for being a pureblood from a family with influence, but Luke didn't care anymore - he wanted to open his mind, to broaden his horizons, and he silently credited his changing ways to Dahlia Weasley, a beautiful Gryffindor who held his once black heart in her hands. Luke realised he was in love with the girl when he realised he couldn't think of anyone else who deserved to be trusted with his heart. Looking to Dahlia with the thought, he smiled as he followed her gaze to the fluffy things that Harry, Hermione and Arthur Weasley were roasting over the fire. "He most certainly is." Luke smiled softly, his attention back on Dahlia then. "Has he always been so fascinated by muggle things?" And Luke wasn't making fun of Arthur, not at all - he held a large amount of respect for the man, but he couldn't just openly admit that muggle customs fascinated him, too. Grinning, dimples on show, Luke studied Dahlia as she offered him a try. "Will you do it with me? Because if you will, then I'll give it a go." Luke nodded, wanting to think he was brave for accepting Dahlia's silent challenge. "Are they delicious?"

Lily watched in amusement as she watched her Dad holding what Harry and Hermione had called a marshmallow over the open fire, and she wondered what the whole point of roasting the thing was. Tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear, Lily turned to look at the boy sat beside her; Michael Clifford. A pureblood Slytherin who Lily didn't want to openly admit she had grown fond of - even coming close to say she loved the boy. He had the most beautiful green eyes, and the most contagious smile Lily had ever seen, and everything about him was so addictive. "Michael," Lily hummed easily, glad the boy was sat beside her, glad that he had the courage to defy his parents and their ideologies and come to a family more accepting. "Do you want to give this a go?" Lily offered the boy sat beside her a gentle smile, but when Lily heard his question, she took a moment to, once again, commit the sound of his voice to memory. He seemed so relaxed, Lily couldn't stop herself from wanting to memorise everything about the moment. "Oh, I don't know. Two very talented teams, it's certainly going to be a close match." Lily offered in response, gently reaching to fix Michael's Irish pattern scarf.

Ashton Irwin had been in complete awe since he'd arrived. This whole experience was something Ashton wanted to memorise, down to the last detail. It was so surreal. So many people, from different countries and different walks of life, had gathered to show their support for whichever side they'd chosen: Bulgaria or Ireland. Resting back on his palms, Ashton even took a moment to relish in the feeling of the grass beneath his hands. "This is so incredible." Ashton grinned to his friend, Namjoon, and although Ashton was still taking everything in, his eyes still studied each person that walked past, subconsciously knowing who he was looking for; a certain Slytherin by the name Octavia Fairchild. The beauty wasn't like others in her house, she held some sort of humanity within her, and Ashton knew - or, Ashton hoped - she was working hard to break free of the shackles of outdated ideologies her parents had placed on her since her birth. On their first day of Hogwarts, Octavia wouldn't even give Ashton a second glance because of his blood status, and yet here they were now, able to hold meaningful conversations, able to laugh together, and each time Ashton heard Octavia's laugh, or witnessed her smile, he fell a little more in love, if that was even possible. He was sure his heart belonged entirely to Octavia, and he although he knew she was unaware of it, Ashton wanted her to keep it. Hearing Namjoon's question, Ashton arched an amused brow at his older friend, but he couldn't tease: he was doing the exact same thing, looking for the girl he adored. "I'm sure she'll be here soon, mate." And although his words held a double meaning, Ashton perked up - quite visibly - when he saw Octavia. "Octavia!" Ashton called with a grin, lifting a hand to wave at her. "Nice of you to join us, at last!"

Ruby weaved through the crowds of people with ease as she searched for any of her friends' familiar faces, but she knew she was searching for one in particular: the handsome face of Namjoon, a fellow Seventh year and the boy she'd been so hopelessly in love with over the past six years. They'd met during their first Potions lesson, and the rest had been history, easily written in both of their timelines, as if they were meant to be a part of each other's stories. Tucking a strand of dusty blonde hair behind her ear, Ruby spotted Octavia and Ashton and quickened her pace, feeling relief flood through her when she saw Namjoon, his back to her. "Joon!" She called happily, crouching beside him. "What're you doing out here?" She asked with a soft smile, wondering why he wasn't joining in with the fun inside of the tent, no doubt hosted by Arthur Weasley and his contagious, eccentric attitude. Reaching to mess up his hair, Ruby giggled. "I've been looking everywhere for you, I thought for sure I was lost." She shifted to sit on the grass beside the beautiful boy that held her heart and soul in his hands, and surprisingly, she was perfectly okay with him keeping hold of them. But this her final year of Hogwarts was approaching, and Ruby had told herself she had to get a move on with telling Namjoon how she felt.

Viola smiled as she listened to those around her speak to one another, though she didn't bother to engage in any of the conversations herself, much more interested in observing others who were passing her and her parents' site. A few times, she'd hoped to see somebody she knew so that she could talk to them. Other times, she found herself hoping to see a new face, almost wanting to make a new friend or hear a new voice. Either way, she enjoyed just watching those who passed, enjoyed taking them in and getting used to her surroundings and all the noise everybody was making. Everybody seemed so… Excited, and it amazed her in so many ways. As she peered around, her gaze fell onto a guy who was passing by with a bright smile and she blinked, watching him. He looked to be her age, but she didn't recognize him, so he definitely didn't go to her school. Worried she'd get caught staring, she quickly dropped her gaze, chewing on her lip.

Calum made a face but lifted his hand to wave behind him at his friend. "I'll let you know," he called back, assuring his friend, but he shook his head as he settled his gaze ahead while he walked, eager to see what would be offered at the carts, wanting to show his support for his friend, Krum. As he approached the cart, he spotted a girl with a kid in line just ahead of him and he waited patiently, though he looked mildly amused as he watched the kid make decisions about what he wanted. "Rooting for Ireland, huh?" he asked with curiosity, unable to help it. He liked being social and he had no qualms with talking to strangers. Grinning slightly, he watched them, though when he got a look at the girl, he felt his heart suddenly start beating faster, amazed by her beauty. "Sorry, I don't mean to interrupt the fun or to intrude at all, for that matter. I'm Calum - Calum Hood." His grin broadening, he watched the pair, unable to help it, especially when it came to how easily the girl captured his attention.

Rosalyn felt her heart swell when she felt Fred’s arm around her and she smiled happily up at him, leaning into his hold as she relaxed, enjoying being in his arms more than she could bring herself to admit out loud. She grinned slightly as she listened to him tease his dad, but she loved just listening to his voice, no matter the circumstance, and she lifted her drink to take a sip as she listened, though she blinked with surprise. “Oh, there’s a lot wrong with a little wager when it comes to you two,” she teased lightly with amusement, watching Fred as she arched a brow. “So you definitely will not be getting me to place any bets - I know better.” Grinning cheekily, she settled back against him, her thumbs running over her cup for a moment, and she let the warmth from the fire and Fred’s hold envelope her, making her all the more comfortable. “I am having fun and looking forward to the match,” she promised quietly, smiling to herself, nodding slightly, though she knew most of it was because of Fred. “Are you?”

George grinned down at Cherrie, holding her close to himself, rubbing her back gently as he watched her for a long moment, just taking her in, admiring her happily, swearing that he would never get tired of the sight of her, because she was absolute perfection. “Nothing to thank me for, love,” he murmured as he watched her, though he leaned to kiss the top of her head lovingly, just enjoying having her there with him, in his arms, where he knew she was safe. He laughed, though, and grinned. “Well, I suppose we’ll have to be more specific about our bets, hm? Since we’ll be betting on the same team.” He winked teasingly. “Though I can say that my bet is that the Bulgaria team will catch the snitch, but Ireland will still win.” He knew how unlikely that was, but he could just imagine how great it would be. Humming in thought, he watched her for a moment, lifting a hand to run his fingers through her hair gently, breathing out happily, because he was excited to enjoy this experience with her. “Ooh, that’s a hard one. Not too sure what I’d be willing to lose, love.”

Dahlia offered an amused look to Luke when she heard him speak about her father and she offered a small nod in confirmation to his question. “He has - at least, as far as I know,” she said before lifting her shoulders in a slight shrug, “Muggles in general fascinate him. You should have heard all the questions he had for Harry when Ron, Fred, and George brought Harry home.” She grinned slightly, amused, and she watched her father for a few moments, though she was glad to hear that there was no disgust in Luke’s voice, no disdain; he seemed genuinely curious, and that eased her worries. It made her admire him all the more - far more than she was sure she should, considering the circumstances, but she couldn’t help it. Luke had changed over the time of her knowing him, and she found herself enjoying it more often than not. She grinned, though, and nodded. “Sure, I’ll do it with you,” she decided in a hum, “Though I haven’t tried them before, so I don’t know if they’re delicious or not.”

Michael often found himself amazed by Lily, and this entire situation was no exception. Smiling as he listened to her, he couldn’t help but to enjoy knowing that she was beside him, that she was so willing to speak to him, especially considering he hadn’t been the best person in the past. But, he’d changed so much the more he fell for her; she was such a positive influence on him, on his life, that he couldn’t help but be grateful for her very existence in general. Chewing on his lip with the thought, he tried not to be too obvious about his admiration of her, though he wished to tell her, he wished he could let her know how much he loved her - but, for now, he had to keep his feelings to himself, at least until he was brave enough to tell her. “Sure, I don’t mind giving it a go, so long as you promise it’ll be worth it,” he hummed out teasingly as he watched her, and he couldn’t help but shift closer to her, wanting to be as close to her as possible. He couldn’t help it. “You think so?” He arched a brow in thought. “You’re probably right. Might end up being a close game in general.”

Octavia couldn’t help the way her spirits lifted when she heard Ashton’s greeting, her heart swelling tremendously, and she didn’t bother to fight the grin that spread across her features as she looked at him, watching him, taking him in. “I would have been here sooner if those two -” She motioned to Luke and Michael. “Hadn’t abandoned me to have to deal with all of our parents alone.” She made a playful face but shrugged as she moved to sit down beside Ashton, just wanting to be next to him, wanting to be near him. She’d tried to fight herself on her feelings a long time ago, but she always found it impossible and she was tired of fighting it. All she wanted was to be near him; it was all that mattered, in her opinion. “Hope you weren’t too bored without me, though.” Tilting her head a bit, she watched him for a moment, offering a small smile, and she stretched her legs a bit. “Surprised you of all people beat me here, though,” she teased, “Are you excited for the game to start?”

Namjoon grinned with amusement to his friend. “Right, right,” he said easily to Ashton, though he left the conversation at that, seeing as Ashton was now occupied with Octavia now that she was there. His gaze wandered around for any sign of Ruby, just wanting to see her, and he perked up when he heard her voice. Quickly turning to look, his grin broadened, and he took her in happily. “Ruby,” he greeted with a nod before patting the spot beside him, though he was glad that she was crouching down beside him without any prompting at all. “We were just waiting for you to show up - er, well, I was.” He knew Ashton’s attention was elsewhere, after all. Still, he smiled as he took her in, admiring her - it was so easy to admire her and he had no interest in ignoring what he felt for Ruby, because she was gorgeous. “Glad you managed to find us, though.” He winked teasingly, happy to have her there, and he sat up a bit more, straighter, and watched her. “Looking forward to all the fun we’ll be having here?”

Louis didn't take long to notice a beauty sat outside a pitched tent, clearly content with just watching people. She had dropped her gaze as soon as his eyes had met her, but his curiosity had been ignited, and he knew that unless he spoke to her, she wouldn't leave his mind. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Louis sauntered forward, offering a sweet smile. "Hi there," Louis greeted, humble but able to be heard over the crowd of moving witches and wizards. "What are you doing out here all by yourself?" Louis raised an amused eyebrow, the buzz of the crowd influencing his confidence. "So, go on... who are you rooting for?" He grinned then, seeing if he could influence her in any way. "I'm Louis, by the way." He showed off his Bulgarian scarf with a grin. "You can probably guess who I'm rooting for, eh?" Biting his lip for a moment, Louis cleared his throat. "Would you like to come for a walk?"

Rosie blinked in surprise as she heard a voice over her shoulder, and turning around, she offered a smile to a caramel skinned stranger with the most beautiful eyes; who seemed content with watching her and James with an amused expression. "Oh, my brother certainly is," Rosie laughed, finding it easy to continue the conversation with the handsome stranger. "I'm on Bulgaria's side, myself." Rosie offered him a sweet smile then, her heart pounding within her chest as he introduced himself as Calum. "It's nice to meet you, Calum." Rosie tucked a strand of hair behind her ear then, her cheeks reddening a little bit as she blushed. "I'm Rosie, and this is my little brother, James." She placed her hands on her brother's shoulders then, before giving him a few Galleons to buy the merchandise he'd set his heart on getting. "Are you looking forward to the match, Calum?" Rosie asked as she picked herself a Bulgaria scarf, handing the merchant the two Galleons wanted.

Fred felt his whole existence relax as Rosalyn leaned into his hold, and there was nothing more that he enjoyed than holding her close, ensuring she was safe from any dangers that dared try to take Rosalyn from him. Burying his face into Rosalyn's hair with the thought; Fred grinned with the comfort she provided before pressing a sweet kiss to her head, pulling away to settle his gaze on her once more, ensuring she was still snuggled up to him as she took a sip of her tea. Hearing her teasing though, Fred grinned. "Well, now, there's not much wrong with a bit of fun, Rosalyn." He offered a cheeky wink then. "I'd only dye Mrs Norris pink, that's not bothersome at all." He smirked then, that gave him an idea for later on in the year... hearing that Rosalyn wouldn't be placing any bets though, Fred laughed, leaning to kiss the side of her head. "I'll just accept the wager of a kiss." He murmured so only she could hear, gently taking her cup so he could have a sip of her tea. Humming with content, Fred passed the cup back before watching the Slytherins go to roast a marshmallow. "I am," Fred confirmed, peering down to Rosalyn. "Having you beside me is going to make the whole experience better, too." He smiled softly then, knowing that he would only ever be vulnerable for Rosalyn.

Cherrie smiled softly as she took a sip of her tea, and feeling George's lips at the top of her head, Cherrie hummed happily, peering up at her boyfriend with nothing but love, knowing that it was him she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, give all of her love to. Taking another sip of tea, Cherrie snorted with laughter as George offered her a teasing wink, her hand covering her mouth. "I say Ireland will get a penalty because of an injury caused by Bulgaria." Cherrie grinned with pride then, hoping she was right, but seeing the hope behind George's eyes, she couldn't help but secretly hope that Ireland would win the whole thing. Leaning to place her tea down on a stable surface, Cherrie shifted so she could face George, leaning to press a kiss to his lips as he ran her fingers through her hair. "I love you so much." Cherrie promised. "But I bet you a date to Hogsmeade. Penalty win."

Luke grinned with Dahlia's words as she spoke of Arthur Weasley's fascination, and he could admit to himself that the man was harmless and so inviting; and he was grateful to him for allowing Luke, despite his family's history, to stay within their tent and even sit right beside one of his precious daughters. Corners of his mouth twitching upwards with the thought, Luke watched Arthur Weasley for a long moment. "I hope they're delicious." Luke looked to Dahlia then, a grin forming on his features, but not at the thought of the treats, but with the sight of Dahlia herself. The girl was a beauty, truly something to behold, and Luke was grateful that he seemed to hold her attention, her friendship, something he was sure he didn't deserve at times. Deciding that he should be brave, Luke stood to his feet and took two marshmallows from the pack, along with two skewering sticks. "Ready, Dahlia?" Luke smiled softly, the glow of the fire illuminating his face in a way where he could feel the comfortable heat, where he decided he would never want to be anyone else. "I'm dying to try."

Lily laughed with Michael's teasing words, peering to him with adoration. "I'm sure it will be, come on." Lily leaned to grab two marshmallows and two popsicle sticks that had been store bought for the purpose, and as she felt Michael shift closer to her, she bit her lip, not wanting to move, not wanting to break their contact, because having him this close was something Lily had asked for, for so long. Reluctantly standing up, Lily made work of the marshmallows for the activity; and handing Michael his marshmallow, now expertly impaled on the stick. "Absolutely." She nodded. "But, I'm rooting for Ireland." Lily grinned. "Some very talented players, and plus, you know," she flicked her bright red hair over her shoulder. "Red heads need to stick together." She giggled, walking to the fire and kneeling down by Arthur, watching intently as the fire caught the sweet treat.

Ashton was certain, when he saw the grin that had appeared across Octavia's perfect features, that his heart was about to burst. Laughing with her words, Ashton wrapped an arm around her shoulders as Octavia sat beside him. "They know you have the most common sense," he teased lightly, although he was certain his words were true. Luke and Michael were often believed to only share a brain cell between them, and Octavia held that most of the time, too. Laughing with the thought, Ashton relaxed in the grass, grateful to finally have Octavia beside him. "I was so bored, Octavia!" Ashton grinned over dramatically, letting go of her and falling to the grass. "Namjoon's so boring, and waiting for the game to start has been torture! But you're here now to save me!" And with that, Ashton grabbed around Octavia's waist, and with laughter, pulled her down beside him into the grass, offering her the cheeky smile she encouraged him to wear. "Hi, you." He giggled breathlessly, hazel eyes focused on Octavia.

Ruby grinned with Namjoon's words. "Aw, you were waiting for me, Joonbug?" Ruby teased, sitting cross legged as she reached over to pinch his dimpled cheeks, although she soon let go, because just touching him made her feel so warm and so fuzzy that Ruby was certain that was the sort of feeling that inspired Disney films. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, Ruby relaxed next to Namjoon. "It was a hell of a job trying to find you." Ruby laughed, shaking her head in amusement as she saw his wink, and she bit her lip happily. "It's amazing here," Ruby sighed with amazement. "I'm camping with my best friends, rooting for a great team and watching the sport we love the most." She nudged him. "Who's your money on, Joon? Are you a betting boy?"

Viola blinked with surprise when she saw the guy approaching, and she straightened a bit as she watched him. “I, um… I’m not really doing anything, just… People watching, for the most part, waiting for the game to start,” she explained after a moment, shaking her head slightly, her gaze flicking around to watch a few people who were bustling about, but she found that her gaze never really strayed too far from Louis. Her gaze settled fully back on him eventually and she smiled, shrugging. “I’m not really rooting for anybody specific,” she admitted as she moved to stand up. “But you’re definitely rooting for Bulgaria.” She smiled. “I’m Viola. And, sure, I could go for a walk.”

Calum grinned slightly as he listened to Rosie talk, enjoying the sound of her laugh, enjoying the sight of her. “Bulgaria, huh?” he asked with a broad grin as he watched her for a long time, “Good, maybe we can cheer them on together.” Personally, he quite liked the idea, and he couldn’t deny it or pretend otherwise, even for a moment. “It’s nice to meet you, too.” He could see the tint forming on her cheeks and he found himself admiring it unashamedly for a long while. Still, he tore his gaze away and nodded to James. “It’s nice to meet you, too, James, don’t think I forgot you’re here.” He grinned jokingly, though his gaze easily returned to Rosie, finding that he didn’t want to look away from her for long. “I am, I think it will be an amazing match.”

Rosalyn smiled and shook her head slightly. “Mrs. Norris doesn’t deserve your pranks, she’s defenseless,” she teased lightly, though she shifted to snuggle up closer to him, comfortable in his hold. She loved just being in his hold, being near him, certain it was where she belonged. She made a face when she heard what he murmured, though, her cheeks warming. “I know better than to bet against you.” Shifting closer, she rested against him, relaxing as she drank her tea, though she smiled as she processed his words. “I’m glad… I’m looking forward to seeing how this goes, especially with being near you.”

George offered an amused look as he watched her for a moment. “Penalty win?” he asked with curiosity, “And what happens if we’re both right?” He arched a brow with curiosity, but grinned as he watched Cherrie, taking her in, admiring her, loving everything about her. “God, you’re perfect.” He leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead, but he grinned when he felt her kiss him, and he rubbed her back gently as he returned the kiss happily, enjoying the contact, enjoying the happiness that flooded through him. “I love you, too, more than anything.” Shifting, he pressed his forehead against hers, breathing out quietly, relaxing with her so close, because he loved her so much, she made him so happy.

Dahlia looked mildly amused as she listened to Luke, and she nodded slightly. “I’m sure they will be,” she assured as she watched him, though she grinned when she saw him stand to his feet. Shifting, she moved closer to the fire, to the warmth it provided, but she looked over when Luke came back, and she grinned, admiring the way the fire lit up his face, the shadows and light that spread across his face. “Yeah, I’m ready.” Nodding, she took one of the skewers, putting a marshmallow on it. “Let’s give it a try, then, shall we?” She grinned at Luke before reaching to hold the marshmallow over the fire.

Michael smiled as he watched Lily, taking her in. Everything about her was perfection, he couldn’t pretend that he didn’t notice, nor could he ignore it. She was just that amazing, and he wondered if she even knew, if she had any clue at all. For as long as he’d known her, he’d always loved her, and he wanted her in his life, in whatever way he could have her, but dammit, he was so afraid of admitting it, worried about how she’d react, worried about rejection. “Well, I suppose I’ll give that one to you,” he teased lightly as he took a marshmallow to put it on a stick to heat it up, though he watched her still. “Is that the only reason you find yourself rooting for Ireland?” He arched a brow, curious.

Octavia felt her cheeks warm when Ashton wrapped an arm around her, but she smiled and rolled her eyes playfully. “Well, I can’t deny that much,” she joked lightly, grinning to herself, though she chewed on her lip as she listened to him. “I’m sorry, I’ll make sure you’re not so bored,” she teased lightly, laughing when he pulled her down beside him. “Of course Namjoon’s boring, you know this already.” She shook her head, amused. Eventually, though, she shifted, rolling on her side to watch him. “Hey,” she murmured, offering a playful grin, “Are you feeling less bored yet?”

Namjoon grinned as he watched Namjoon and he lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “Of course I was waiting for you,” he said easily, amused, though he made a playful face when she pinched his cheek. “What else would I be doing, after all?” He arched a brow as he watched her, glad to have her there, glad to be near her, because she made him so, so happy, and he couldn’t ignore that. He loved her for it, even. “I don’t know why it was so hard, we’re not that difficult to hide, being with the Weasleys and all.” For a moment, he watched her, admiring her, but he smiled slightly and nodded. “It is amazing here. I think I’m gonna be rooting for Bulgaria.” He shrugged. “What about you?”