World Cup Reunion
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The field was split down the middle, emerald on one side, scarlet on the other. It reminded the Auror of a large-scale version of Gryffindor versus Slytherin. But this was no schoolyard rivalry. This was the Qudditch World Cup, Ireland versus Bulgaria, sure to be a match to remember.
Acillis weaved his way through the sea of fans, all anticipating the upcoming game. A few children sporting Irish flags flew by him on miniature brooms, cheering at his Ireland pin. He had left his mother and the group of friends to buy some more souvenirs and see the rest of the fans. When he went back, everyone was going to paint their faces green and white.
He spotted a vendor a few yards ahead and walked up to him. He looked over the various items, such as the miniature player figurines and the singing hats. Acillis was so focused that he didn’t even notice a familiar woman walk up beside him.