18/9 WIP Wednesday
Sorry for being a little late 😅 I had been travelling to see extended family and had trouble writing afterwards. So, thank you @wizisbored @somefishycat @anyctibius @eriquin @kalira @auburnlaughter @stonemaskedtaliesin @violet-prism-creatively @adhdavinci for the comments! I just rewrote the opening for this chapter was I was not satisfied with it.
The sky was illuminated by the colourful fireworks and the air was filled with the cheers of the crowd encouraging their teams even if the match hadn’t started. Vinda Rosier was climbing the stairs in the large stadium that led to their seats. Her little brother, Louis, was by her side looking at everything in awe. Vinda didn’t understand what there was to gawk at, it wasn’t the first time they were seeing a professional Quidditch Stadium. But she didn’t say anything. She kept her posture straight and her face blank. She hoped she looked as regal as her mother Druella, who was walking with her father, Reginald. This was France’s first match in the Quidditch world cup against Germany. Vinda was very much excited because her Louis had a bet. She had said “This match will end as the morning comes.” and Louis had said “Both teams are good, the match will go on till the end of the week.” They both missed their oldest brother, Eugene, he used to make interesting, crude and funny commentary when the matches got too boring but alas he was busy being important in the ministry. Vinda smiled remembering the faces of her peers when she had told them that her parents had gotten the VIP tickets to almost all the matches. As they reached the top Vinda was heaving, not caring anymore about looking regal. What was the point of looking regal if she were dead? Her brother was also breathless. Their parents looked unbothered by the stairs as ever but Vinda could see the slight trickle of sweat and hear their soft but desperate breaths. Her parents were so elegant. Especially her mother, there wasn’t an ounce of softness to her and that made her intimating. That was something Vinda admired though it frightened her brothers. They reached their box which was occupied by other important people. She recognised the Ministers of France and Germany, she recognised the young CEO of Quality Quidditch Supplies chatting with the German distributor. Oh yes, Vinda knew all about them. Her parents had educated her and her brothers about all the influential people. They had said that there wasn’t anything as a true friend, every person you make acquaintance with has to serve you in some way. Louis was waving at his friends who were sitting in lower boxes. Vinda considered her little brother naive. He still didn’t understand the concept of friends and made acquaintances with anybody.