Forever Isn't Real // Fred Weasley x Reader

Chapter Thirty Two - World Cup pt 2!

Quickly I grab some things for the twins and I. The omnioculors and some Ireland hats and such. Things that will be enjoyable for us all. Then I return to the tent where the twins were sitting at to start on their bright face paint. The design simple for each of them the Irish flag and shamrocks.

As I sit in Fred's lap painting his face Bill and Charlie return together.

"You could use the perfectly good tent right there," Bill says to me, "I mean seriously we get it your young and hormonal and-"

"Bill I will shove my shoe down your throat," I say harshly, "shut it."

"Fine fine," he says to me. The others arrive as I climb off his lap. He rests his arm around my shoulder as we all start into the stadium.

"Seats a hundred thousand," Mr. Weasley says, spotting the awestruck look on Harry's face. "Ministry task force of five hundred have been working on it all year. Muggle Repelling Charms on every 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. . . bless them."

"Prime seats!" the Ministry witch at the entrance says when she checks our tickets. "Top Box! Straight upstairs, Arthur, and as high as you can go. "

We follow the directions through the stadium. Beside me Fred looks around excitedly.

"Look at all these people!" He exclaims, "it's so crazy."

"The Bluebottle: A Broom for All the Family safe, reliable, and with Built-in Anti-Burgler Buzzer. . . Mrs. Shower's All Purpose Magical Mess Remover: No Pain, No Stain!. . . Gladrags Wizardwear - London, Paris, Hogsmeade. . . " George says reading the sign of advertisements, "oh how lovey. We better find Mikey and Lee soon or else I'm going to lose my mind watching you two flirt."

"Shut it," I say to him. As we reach the box we see the Cultven family with Lee already in their seats. Mikey's mother fans herself boredly. "Oh Cultven's!" I move excitedly as I rush towards them. I pull Mikey and Lee into a tight hug and the others follow suit. I move towards Mrs. Cultven and she waves to me with a smile.

"Good to see you lot," she says to me, "Arthur how's it going with your lot?" Hes pulled into a conversation with her as we look to Mikey and Lee.

"Well how's your summer been?" George asks the boys.

"Pretty well all things considered," Mikey says, "I've been thinking that I'm going to get better at qudditch this year. I want to play a stadium like this."

"It's a valid cause," I say to him, "I'll help with anything you need." He smiles brightly.

"It'll be great," Lee says, "this is such a match!" We pile into our seats. All together as we chat about Ireland's high chance of winning.

"Dobby?" Harry says incredulously. I look over to see him calling to a elf. She's tiny with big eyes. Someone's house elf.

"Did sir just call me Dobby?" squeaks the elf curiously from between its fingers. Its voice was high a teeny, quivering squeak of a voice.

Sorry," Harry tells the elf, "I just thought you were someone I knew. "

"But I knows Dobby too, sir!" squeaks the elf. She is shielding her face, as though blinded by light, though the Top Box was not brightly lit. "My name is Winky, sir - and you, sir -" Her dark brown eyes widen to the size of side plates as they rested upon Harry's scar. "You is surely Harry Potter!"

"Yeah, I am," Harry says.

"But Dobby talks of you all the time, sir!" she says lowering her hands very slightly and looking awestruck.