Chapter 156: Chapter 77.2 The Game (Part 1)

On the second day, as we walked around the camp for several hours after someone else's game (I only go to the games in anticipation of a cool spectacle), at some point Gabby began to complain of fatigue. At first, the older one just rolled her eyes and snorted, but when the younger one started whimpering in front of passersby and begging for a "brother to hold," people started smiling and some of them looked for rings on Fleur's and my hands.

The older one hissed at the younger one with a snake, but it was no use, so I picked up the younger Delacour, put her on my shoulders, and went on my way as if nothing had happened.

Fleur was stunned for a few seconds, then caught up with us, grabbed my elbow and hissed at me, burning my cheek and ear with her breath. This drew more smiles from those watching us, but the girl didn't notice right away, inspired by the younger girl's soft giggle.

A few seconds of looking around and Fleur was blushing, almost hanging on my arm, which made Gabrielle and I giggle together. For the first time in the world, the girl pounded her fist into my side without letting go of my hand. Well, I could safely say that Fleur was making progress, because she hadn't gotten her "charm" in all the hours we'd been walking.

On the third day, at lunchtime, I decided to barbecue a kebab, which magically turned out great. We invited some familiar fans from Italy, Ireland, Germany, as well as a happy and noisy young family from Scotland. We had a great time until the game, where we all went together, except that everyone had seats in different sectors and on different levels, so we soon separated.

Yes, yes, 500 mages. It took a year to build, but man, how hard was it to get the elevators in? Did you have to build those narrow, endless staircases? No, I understand that gifted people are stronger and more resilient and all that, but it's just inconvenient, especially when after the game all those "over a hundred thousand fans" go down those narrow staircases, and devices are forbidden. Gloom! After each game, you have to wait about thirty minutes for the crowd to die down.

The last game was attended by all kinds of "important" people, so Pierre immediately warned us all to behave consciously, because it is not good to dirty one's reputation in front of "important" foreigners. We were not dressed like for a parade, but expensive and tasteful, so that we stood out from the crowd, but did not separate ourselves from those with whom we were socializing.

Going up the stairs, on the next flight, I noticed a "historical" scene of a strange conversation between a black-haired teenager with disheveled hair and not the best clothes and a rather attractive blond man with a cane and an offspring somewhere under his feet.

To be honest, I liked the Malfoys better from the outside, because they looked much better than the average family in mushroom clothes, even when they weren't in formal attire. I was amused by the serious, frightened, tense faces of the teenagers at the words of the older blonde. But I didn't get to see much, as the traffic jam on the stairs was not good, and Gabriel's twitching....and Fleur's snorting in frustration....yes.