 Zara Jones, open post! PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
This is the second most important event in Zara's life. This was THE moment. THE ONE MOMENT TO RULE THEM ALL. Second to being Daisy's maid of honour. It's the (drum roll please) QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP. And she's FINALLY ABLE TO ATTEND. Got VIP tickets and everything!! She'd been feeling bad about them all week, what if someone else deserved these tickets more and all that, but as soon as she pitched her tent up bright and early this morning, that feeling disappeared entirely.
Zara Jones' tent was a sight to behold. She'd spent almost an entire month's salary on it, and then two solid weeks renovating and decorating. The entire structure was coloured like one big rainbow, and lots of pride flags were stuck onto all the sharp bits. Flowers surrounded the base, of all colours and sizes, and glittery smoke spouted from the makeshift chimney she'd had a friend charm for her. And that was just the outside.
Within, Zara had turned the majority of the tent into one big kitchen, with three ovens and a massive fridge, into which she'd stored a ridiculous amount of already baked cookies, as well as enough dough to feed the entire encampment. Sure, there were food stalls that people could go to, but she'd be sending out little trays of quaffle cupcakes, snidget brownies and bludger muffins with a kick to them! Yes! Zara was bringing her exuberant kitchen to Quidditch World Cup and no one could stop her! Not even all her friends who said it was a terrible idea!!!
"COOKIES! CUPCAKES, BROWNIES AND MUFFINS!!!!!" Zara chanted as she emerged from her tent for the fifth time today with a fresh batch, paint on her cheeks and flour on her clothes. She had her baggy jean overalls, her cute yellow crop top (HUFFLEPUFF REPRESENT), sunflowers in her hair and a BIG, BIG SMILE. Her friends were all scheduled to arrive, or they said they would, or they might have cancelled but honestly Zara could not remember, she had VIP tickets to the game, she was IN HER ELEMENT, and everything was GOOD, everything was QUIDDITCH.
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