@firingredarrows
Though it had been a few years since Charlie had played Quidditch at school, he had never lost his love for the sport. When his parents invited him to go with the family to the World Cup, he simply couldn’t refuse. It had been nice to be at home again for a few days and be around all of his siblings. He’d almost forgotten what being home had felt like.
Everyone else’s excitement mingled with his own once they arrived and had set up their tent. He had been so hyper with his excitement and yammering on with Fred and George about how the game would go, that he wasn’t paying much attention to where the family was going through the stands until the group had come to a stop. His words faded away when he looked forward to see what the holdup was and saw a familiar freckled girl with red hair that somehow wasn’t related to them. “Roy?” A grin breaks out on his features. “I didn’t know you were going to be here!”
