 for waterloo loo Mrs. Alex Turner *asterisks user* Secret Door
Daisy hadn't been here for any other games and had downright refused her Dad's request for the whole family to go camping for the tournament. Yes, yes, they could and should go camping with the little ones. She, however, was in the middle of her honeymoon. Plus, four-time French Quidditch champions just didn't go camping in the middle of the Quidditch World Cup camping park. It was a security hazard.
Not that ... she ... was an avid camper.
Instead, the Carden-Duprees had had porkeys arranged from somewhere in the Pacific for one day only; then it was back to their yacht as the Indian team celebrated their win. Really, have you seen their Chasers?
Mindlessly, the twenty-two year old showed the VIP credentials around her neck, bright blue eyes, hidden by sunglasses, surveying the area for the familiar figure of her Father. She briefly wondered if he would be sporting his own national team jersey. Or maybe a white and red wig, maybe that was it. She knew him well enough to know that, before kick-off, he would be somewhere in the food and beverage area, though. Just like he knew her well enough to know she'd stop there first. Cardens, you see? Keeping one hand casually in the pocket of her suit slacks, she adjusted her blazer and made her way there. If he wasn't there, she would at least get herself some popcorn.
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