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Waterloo · 04-16-2019, 03:08 PM

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Originally Posted by Crayola

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.

Imagine an overexcited five year old waking up to a mountain of presents on Christmas morning. Now times that by ten and that's how excited Clifford Carden was right in this very moment. No exaggeration.

And yes, he was wearing his own national team jersey. The same one he'd worn over a decade ago when it was HIM out there in the air playing in a World Cup. Granted, it was a little more snug around the middle now but hey. He'd opted not to go for the wig but had let Al and Evie paint red and white flags on both his cheeks. Quidditch was life, okay? Go big or go home, that was his motto.

Speaking of....

"Hey kiddo, over here!" Yes, yes, over here. He shuffled over to make room for his eldest daughter and immediately shook his head in disappointment. Come on, he had raised her better than this. "I almost didn't recognise you," he started, moving to unpin the giant flag he was wearing around his shoulders as a cape. Yep, that was a thing too. "What's with the blazer and sunglasses? You look like you should be part of the security team."

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Waterloo Occamy Join Date: May 2007 Location: London Posts: 63,511 Hogwarts RPG Name: Cora Dredworth Sixth Year x1	connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow Quote: Originally Posted by Crayola 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. Imagine an overexcited five year old waking up to a mountain of presents on Christmas morning. Now times that by ten and that's how excited Clifford Carden was right in this very moment. No exaggeration. And yes, he was wearing his own national team jersey. The same one he'd worn over a decade ago when it was HIM out there in the air playing in a World Cup. Granted, it was a little more snug around the middle now but hey. He'd opted not to go for the wig but had let Al and Evie paint red and white flags on both his cheeks. Quidditch was life, okay? Go big or go home, that was his motto. Speaking of.... "Hey kiddo, over here!" Yes, yes, over here. He shuffled over to make room for his eldest daughter and immediately shook his head in disappointment. Come on, he had raised her better than this. "I almost didn't recognise you," he started, moving to unpin the giant flag he was wearing around his shoulders as a cape. Yep, that was a thing too. "What's with the blazer and sunglasses? You look like you should be part of the security team." __________________ _____________Take part in our Higgledy Piggledy House Cup!