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[mghtbconcussed]

[The device is sitting on the coffee table in Lucy's living room. She's got a buffet of 'tail gate' food laid out including hot wings, cheese fries, chips, salsa, chili cheese dogs and red velvet cupcakes. There's also a cooler full of beer and sodas sitting next to the coffee table. The TV is showing a football--It's a black market DVD of the 2011

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[greding]

Football. Isn't that that muggle sport with all the blokes in shorts?

[mghtbconcussed]

Nope. That's European football. This is American football. Boys put on pads and tight pants and hit each other.

[greding]

Still sounds eminently ridiculous.

[mghtbconcussed]

If by ridiculous you mean awesome than yes. Come eat wings and chili cheese dogs and cheer for the team in red.

[greding]

That does sound less than objectionable.

[mghtbconcussed]

So. Get. Over. Here.

Geez! It's like I have to tell you everything.

[greding]

Alright, alright. I'm on my way. Merlin, woman. And here I thought the stereotypes about Americans were wrong.

[A few minutes later and George turns up on her landing, grinning from ear to... well, anyway. He's got a small crate of Weasley's Whiz-bangs under one arm which he holds up proudly.]

If this football stuff is anything like Quiddich, I thought it might need some celebratory explosions.

[mghtbconcussed]

That we're awesome, no. They're not wrong. [She's teasing. She's heard about some of those stereotypes]

[George is greeted with a big hug]

Definitely celebratory explosions afterwards. Come on in.

[The giant dog is hiding under the table because he is a wuss and the large ginger cat is observing everything from her perch on the stairs.]

[greding]

[Oh hey there, sexy blonde lady. You get a pretty enthusiastic hug back. He follows her into the main room, scratching the cat behind the ears as he passes it, and scoops up a wing before depositing himself and the box of fireworks on the sofa. He uses said wing to gesture at the tv screen.]

So this is 'telly', right? My Dad's always going on about it.

[mghtbconcussed]

[The cat accepts the scratching and will likely come looking for more later. Lucy flops down on the sofa, reaches into the cooler and fishes out a beer, holding it out to George.]

[greding]

[Ah, beer. Something the muggle and wizarding world have in common.]

Cheers, darling.

[He raises his bottle in toast before popping it open and taking a large gulp, then grabbing a large handful of crisps.]

So what are the rules to this thing?

[mghtbconcussed]

[She fishes one out of the cooler and well and clicks his beer with hers.]

The different teams try to get the ball to the other end of the field down near where the goal posts are. That's the main goal. They can throw it or run with it to accomplish that. The other team tries to tackle them to stop them. There are certain things you can't do like gran the other players jersey or helmet and hold them plus lots of other little rules. The guys in black and white stripes are out there to make sure everyone obeys all those little rules and to verify goals.

[greding]

So it's a bit like Quiddith, minus the snitch and the bludgers being other blokes. I can work with that.

[mghtbconcussed]

I don't know what quiddith is but I'll say yes.

ffffff let's pretend Marion didnt just miss-spell Quidditch up there. DERP DERP DERP

[greding]

Quidditch is brilliant. It's a bit like football but played on brooms with enchanted balls trying to knock you off.

You should give it a go sometime.

Psh no worries

[mghtbconcussed]

But I don't know how to ride a broom, George!