A/N There is some Bulgarian in this chapter, as Cole is actually Bulgarian! Translations will be at the end of the chapter!
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A deep, booming gong sounded somewhere beyond the woods, and at once, green and red lanterns blazed into life in the trees, lighting a path to the field.
Clutching our purchases, Lucius in the lead, we all hurried into the wood, following the lantern-lit trail.
We could hear the sounds of thousands of people moving around them, shouts and laughter, snatches of singing.
The atmosphere of feverish excitement was highly infectious; I couldn't stop grinning. We walked through the wood for twenty minutes, talking and joking loudly, until at last they emerged on the other side and found themselves in the shadow of a gigantic stadium.
Though I could see only a fraction of the immense gold walls surrounding the field, I could tell that ten cathedrals would fit comfortably inside it.
"Seats a hundred thousand," said Draco, spotting the awestruck look on my face. "Ministry task force of five hundred have been working on it all year. Muggle Repelling Charms on every single inch of it--"
"Every time Muggles have got anywhere near here all year, they've suddenly remembered urgent appointments and had to dash away again... It is quite funny to watch," Cole interrupted, a smile on his face.
I couldn't help notice how Cole treated Draco normally. He didn't seem to think of him as 'the enemy' or 'the Slytherin' or even just 'Malfoy'. He treated him like a normal person. They seemed to tease each other like old friends, and I briefly wondered if they had met before.
We the nearest entrance, which was already surrounded by a swarm of shouting witches and wizards.
"Straight to the top, Lucius!" A wizard shouted over to us, pointing towards a flight of purple carpeted stairs.
We clambered upward with the rest of the crowd, which slowly filtered away through doors into the stands to their left and right. Our party kept climbing, and at last they reached the top of the staircase and found themselves in a small box, set at the highest point of the stadium and situated exactly halfway between the golden goal posts.
About twenty purple-and-gilt chairs stood in two rows here, and the front row was filled up already. Seeing an alarming amount of ginger, with a dash of black, brown and pink and blue--I knew that my brother and the Weasley's had arrived.
I rested on the back of a purple chair, and gazed out onto a beautiful scene.
A hundred thousand witches and wizards were taking their places in the seats, which rose in levels around the long oval field. Everything was suffused with a mysterious golden light, which seemed to come from the stadium itself. The field looked smooth as velvet from their lofty position. At either end of the field stood three goal hoops, fifty feet high; right opposite them.
"Amazing, isn't it?" Draco whispered in my ear, making me jump. "We're sat right behind your brother if you want to say hi."
"Ah! Lucius!"
I was startled to see that the Minister of Magic was also in the box, and greeting Draco's Dad like an old friend.
The whole front row of Weasley's and my brother turned around, and eyed Lucius Malfoy up skeptically. Harry caught my eye and grinned. Gennie wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at Draco and I--and I felt tempted to show her a wonderful hand gesture.
"Ah, Fudge," said Lucius, holding out his hand as he reached the Minister of Magic.
"How are you? I don't think you've met my wife, Narcissa? Or our son, Draco? And these are his friends, Aurora Oswin, and Cole Wilde."
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