RP: The Quidditch Fundraiser

[rar_oliver]

Date: July 13, 1999.
Characters: Oliver Wood, many others.
Location: Cannon's Pitch.
Status: Public
Summary: The World Cup fundraiser goes over rather well.
Completion: InComplete

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[rar_reed]

"Come onnn, you two!" Charlotte Bradley called to her brother and his girlfriend. Mandy was a really nice person but her brother was a complete sap about her. A person might think her brother had never even seen a girl before if they saw the way he looked at Mandy. "I want to meet Gwenog Jones! She's here and if I'm going to be the Seeker for the Harpies someday, she needs to meet me."

Reed looked at Mandy and grinned, "We're not going to win this one. She'll talk her way into getting the announcer to cast a Sonorous Charm on her so she can introduce herself that way if we don't let her meet the woman. I just hope she nicer in person than The Prophet makes her sound." RB didn't want his sister to have her feelings hurt by anyone, especially a Quidditch celebrity.

[rar_mandy]

"Alright, then Charlotte. Let's go find her!" Mandy grinned, winking at Reed. "If that's what she wants," Mandy said, lowering her voice, "We'll find a way to introduce them or at least get her close to Jones."

They winded their way through the crowd, Mandy smiling and holding Reed's hand as they walked.

[rar_reed]

"I don't think we need to do anything but keep her in sight. She's managed to get every Chelsea players' autograph and she somehow managed to get herself photographed with Beckham a few years ago. Mum tossed a fit when Car showed up in The Times when she thought Dad had taken Car and Ian to the cinema instead of a football game," Reed laughed.

He squeezed her hand. "It was a good game, wasn't it? Thanks for coming with me and being a good sport about Charlotte." Mandy was really nice to his little sister.

[rar_mandy]

Mandy roared with laughter when Reed went on about his sister's adventures. "Sounds like she's quite ambitious," Mandy said, smiling.

"It was and it's not a problem at all," Mandy said. "She's great." Mandy loved kids. Especially her own siblings, but Reed's sister was pretty great. She was adventurous and outgoing and fun. Mandy liked that.

[rar_ron]

Ron hadn't been this excited in a long time; probably not since he'd been accepted into the Auror training program. In some ways this was more exciting - he actually had just spent the day watching a brilliant Quidditch game on the home pitch of his favourite team, the Chudley Cannons. He'd cheered himself half-hoarse, watching some of the best players in the British league. It wasn't quite as much fun as watching the World Cup before fourth year, but it came damn close.

Now that the game was done, he was looking for familiar faces, hoping to mingle and have more fun.

[rar_adrian]

Adrian dusted off his summer robes. He had enjoyed the match, but the stadium had been crowded and he felt wrinkled and disheveled. A quick freshening charm made him feel a bit better.

He made his way over to where the food and drinks were set up and ordered a beverage. He wondered if Flint would show up, although he seriously doubted it. Maybe he needed to broaden his horizons and chat up someone else.

[rar_george]

George had managed to find something to drink and was contemplating food when he spotted Pucey. Verity had said something, a couple times actually, about having run into him...and shrivelfigs?

George chuckled as he remembered her excited ramble and how he'd tuned it out with the occasional 'uh-huh, thanks' that generally kept her happy. but maybe there was more to it than she'd let on?

He approached Pucey, swallowing the last bite of the little chicken thing he'd snagged, wiping his hand off. "I hear I'm supposed to expect a visit from you about shrivelfig juice, or some such. 'course, knowing Verity, it could be juicy figs, or shriveled lettuce, but..."

[rar_adrian]

Adrian tried not to grimace as he watched George wipe his hand across his outfit. It wouldn't do to make faces at potential customers.

"Shriveled lettuce? Unless you've a hungry flobberworm, I can't imagine what you'd need shriveled lettuce for, but I suspect that's beside the point. I believe Verity was referring to substandard supplies. Perhaps I can be of service?"

[rar_george]

"She gets pretty excited when she finds something interesting," George said with a shrug. "Said she ran into you, and was kind of...well, incoherent, really. I gave her a couple of those 'uh-huh' sounds, but later, well, I guess it sunk in.

"You working with suppliers now? Or supplying things yourself? I can't help thinking there's got to be someone with fairer prices and better quality than what I'm getting now. Loyalty has its place, but frankly, I'd rather the Galleons than them being grateful for my loyalty..."

[rar_hermione]

It had been a good match. Hermione wasn't fond of playing Quidditch, but she did enjoy watching it, even if she preferred to watch when Harry was playing. Regardless, she was glad that she'd accepted his invitation to attend the match. Not only because it had been enjoyable, but also because she wanted to support Oliver's work. She knew that he had been working on this for a while, so it was good to show support to a friend.

She saw a few familiar faces mixed amongst the crowd after the match. She wasn't sure if they were going to stay or leave, so she glanced at Harry and smiled. "I think I just saw Ron," she said, trying not to feel awkward at attending something like this without Ron being with them. He seemed to want his independence and felt that they were somehow holding him back, so she supposed that she'd have to get used to him not being with them. "Did you want to stay for a while?"

[rar_harry]

Harry looked over to where Ron was milling around and nodded. "Yeah, I didn't see him at the match, or I would've called him over or something," he said. He frowned slightly; he didn't know why they couldn't still go places, especially Quidditch places, together, even though Ron was moving out. But maybe Ron was with a girl, or something. That he could understand.

At Hermione's question, he eyed the food table and nodded. "Yeah," he said decisively, "I'm kind of hungry, and there's all this food. You want anything?"

[rar_hermione]

"Me either," she said, noticing Harry frown when he glanced at Ron. They hadn't talked about Ron moving out, but she thought he must know by now. She looked around at the crowd before she reached for his hand and squeezed. They had held hands in the past, before their relationship became romantic, so she thought it should be safe. Friends held hands, after all.

At his question, she looked at the food. "I could eat something. It looks really nice, doesn't it? Oliver and his committee have done a really good job."

[rar_harry]

"Yeah, they have," he said as they headed over to the table. "I know he's been working on it for ages -- and from the looks of it, they might've raised enough money to help the league."

He handed her a drink, and lowered his voice. "Thanks for coming, and everything," he said. "I know all this isn't really your thing."