a/n: So i just saw fantastic beasts and can we just--omfg. it was so good. like. so good. ezra was so beautiful, hes such a good actor--and omfg eddie i love him smmm.
No ophelia flashback today! I'm finally on break [LEGIT SO HAPPY]. But, THANKS TO ALL MY READERS!! Let me know if you want the next chapter dedicated to any of yall...because I love you. Even though i don't know you, i still do.
Enjoy reading!!
[pic from "all the weights we carry" from tumblr]
After putting the water away, the tent that they set up was up and ready. Harry seemed shocked because, he thought that there would be more tents that Mr. Weasley would set up for them. He was more bewildered to see Hermione, Darcy, and Ron run inside.
The tent was charmed. It seemed to be ten times the size of the actual tent. Fred and George were lounging their feet on the table, their faces broad with a smile.
"Ah, you took quite soem while," said Mr. Weasley.
"Met a few people," replied Ron.
"Feet--off the table, please!" said Mr. Weasley.
"Feet off the table, sir," they said in unison.
Darcy noticed the starstruck look on Harry's face. Her hand waved in front of his face.
"I love magic," he said dreamily looking around the tent.
Already, Darcy lost the two beds when Ginny and Hermione ran to the separate room. It was as cute space, with one bunk bed. It had twin quilt blankets and puffy pillows.
"Oh girls," Mr. Weasley stumped when he realized that there was only one bunk in the small room. "Ginny would you mind--?"
"Dad!" Ginny quietly hissed, already knowing where this was going.
The situation wasn't that big, so Darcy said, "It's fine, Mr. Weasley. I'll take the couch."
"No, no!" he said shrilly. "You know what? I'll take the couch. You can sleep in the room next...right here with Harry and Ron--if that is alright with you!"
Darcy hesitantly nodded, her eyes wandering back to the couch. It wasn't a bad couch, lumpy...but not bad. Compared to the twin bed at the corner of the next room, though, Darcy nodded in acceptance.
Ron grumbled, his cheeks tinted a little red. "Another sleepover--yay!" he said in mock enthusiasm.
Harry caught the words and narrowed his eyes between his two friends. "Another?" he questioned, his stomach feeling empty.
"Oh, Ron slept over at my hut a few weeks back when I was sick," Darcy answered, unpacking her luggage. She laid out a sweatshirt, it's block letters spelling out "Ireland, since 1655."
Ron gasped at her green jacket when he entered the small room. He had just been scolded at for eating, and held a muffin in his hand. "You too?" he said, also laying out his red and black Bulgarian scarf. "I demand you to burn that!"
Clutching the precious jacket, Darcy glared at Ron. "I demand you to burn that rubbish!" she chasted, pulling her hoodie on and the same windbreaker on. "You two are the only people going for Bulgaria in your family."
"Ophelia's not going for Ireland!" Ron said rather smugly.
"That's because Africa didn't make it this year, you doof," she replied, looking over at Harry who was confused. "Oh, Bulgaria beat Africa by a mere ten points! Outrageous, Ophelia was!"
"I don't really care who wins," said Harry, who was shurgging off his boots for a pair of sneakers. "I've not got a clue what the world teams are--just hope the seeker doesn't get the snitch for another few days..."
"But then we'd miss the train to Hoogwarts," Darcy pointed out, her smile evident when the two boys tolled her eyes. "Also, I wish I had Charlie and Bill as roomy's. They were quite hilarious."
"Yeah, you even thought Charlie's horrid dragon pun was funny," Ron snorted, walking out of the tent with Harry and Darcy following. "Honestly, Darce, you've got to get a better sense of humor."
"Hermione thought it was funny!"
"What was the joke?" Harry said and curiously peeked at Darcy when she sat on the couch.
"A loud of bull," Ron laughed. "'Are you drag-an your feet again, Ron?', he said! Pathetically--"
"We've just Apparated, father!" Percy said loudly as he came into the tent. He was then followed by Charlie and Bill.
"What was pathetic, Ron?" said Charlie, clearly oblivious to what they were talking about.
"Your puns," Ron grumbled, taking another muffin into his mouth.
Harry had noticed that Darcy's shoes were on the wrong way. She seemed really interested in the laces, contemplating if she actually knew how to ties them.
"You've got them on the wrong feet," Harry pointed out, sitting on the floor near her feet.
"Oh!" Darcy said. She was embarrassed, because she'd actually didn't think there was anything wrong with her sneakers. Her cheeks brightened and she hastily pulled them off. "I thought there was something wrong."
It was a quite dumb move, since shoes were basics of a toddler. Maybe it was the roaring thoughts in her head again, but Harry wouldn't know. When Darcy was going to putting her shoes on, Mr. Weasley's voice rang.
"We've got to go!" he said, bustling Ron from the kitchen. "Times gone by fast!"
. . .
"Look!" Fred and George yelled, their head to toe clad in green hats and they were tugging on Darcy like t young children as they pointed up to the dozen players in the field.
"I know!" screamed Darcy just as excited as the wizards in the arena. She too was giddily jumping with them.
Every goal was made expertly by Bulgaria, but Ireland was behind twenty points. Ron was booing the Irish as they scored another ten, and then cheering when Bulgaria S hired ten again. It was a screaming march between Ron and Darcy as they both bet each other five galleons that their teams would win.
At the end, Fred and George bet a hundred galleons that Irish would undoubtedly win, with or without the snitch being caught by Bulgaria as they were now dreadfully behind
And they were right! Darcy screamed and jumped, her hands finding Harry's as she did her little dance.
Harry went along with the rambunctious and rather funny girl. He did the wave with their hands and even hugged her happily as she was crying tears of joy.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Weasley!" Darcy shouted over, her eyes cleared.
"No problem, Darce!" He shouted back, also celebrating the Irish victory.
The entire arena had started chanting "Ireland", but was more of rolling the R. Darcy was following this chant as well as the tiger Weasleys and Hermione.
"I-RRRRRR-LAND!" They'd all scream and Ron would pout at Harry for laughing along.
. . .
Harry felt a little jolt in his chest when Darcy threw herself on Ron, ruffling his hair as she laughed. Her eyes crinkled, something that Sirius' eyes would do. Darcy's hair waved down in short dark tousled curls, a look that came from her father, and her skin was much more tanner. Harry liked how her skin glowed with happiness.
He just didn't want to know why he felt like he was angry.
Darcy spotted the quiet boy on the couch, staring intently at the floor, picking at his nails. Her foot tapped his leg after she jumped on the ledge of the couch.
He looked up, his mesmerizing green eyes catch hers.
"Sing with us," laughed Darcy, her hand out. She held tight to the pole around as he took it and was lifted to the loft right next to the couch.
"Oh, Ronnny," sang Darcy, her voice carrying out like an angels, "Oh, you must be so love, you dovey."
"Oh Viktor," Fred and George choursed, "I love you--"
"When we're apart, my heart beats only for youuu," they all, except Ron, sang with uneven tones. Harry and DArcy laughed at each other, their hands brushing away as they were together for the duration of the song.
When Darcy was about to eat a good ol' apple from the kitche, Mr. Weasley had bustled into the tent. She hadn't realized he left, but he looked scared.
"We have to go," he wheezed, grabbing hold of Ginny. "The Irish weren't celebrating, after all."
published november 18th, 2016