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Maxie was about as unaware of the thieving scoundral as he was of the world spinning beneath his feet. He was very much still busy staring, and worrying, and peering at the curly-haired girl as if she had sprung right out of the ground before him. She was no weed, however. She was pretty, and was very much holding his pen. Those two were not exclusive to one another, and for a moment Maxie mentally scrambled for a word to say that wasn't curls or pen.

She spoke first, and Maxie nodded and nodded like a little bobble head. "Y-yes." He said, unaware one of the omnioculars he'd so carefully picked out for his family had been so easily snatched away. "Y-yeah." The Hufflepuff added for a little extra punctuation. Point made, the thirteen-year-old fully expected the curly-haired girl to turn on her heel and walk right away. It wasn't like he had anything more to offer her conversation wise and there was very much to see, and eat, and do. Maxie cleared his throat, rearranging his bags with a careful purpose.

"Oh you definitely should, but if you're going to the south, then I don't recommend traveling in the summer. It can get very HOT and HUMID and you just feel gross all the time." Louise laughed. Apparently talking with someone on the queue made the time go faster; who knew? "In the spring, muggles throw this HUGE party that's always a blast."

"I mean, kinda? But what is football over here, Americans call soccer. They have a different game for football. Baseball though is ... there's something magical that happens at a baseball game..." Louise trailed off thinking about the hot dogs and supersized sodas. "It's just ... something to see. The team in Atlanta is my favorite."

Mia cringed at the humidity. She did not want to know what that would do to her hair, but man would she love to check out this party. "That sounds like a lot of fun! Minus the humidity..."

A different game for football? Why would they change it? That just sounds to complicated..."Baseball is pretty great, although that is more my dad's game than mine. I can't say I have a favorite team." Mia smiled at Louise.

Before Mia knew it it was her turn in line and she grabbed her curry. She truly was hungry and couldn't wait to get over to the game. Mia turned to Louise, "Who are you rooting for today? I'm partial to England so this friendship may be over before it's had the chance to start if you say India." She laughed. Of course she was only teasing. Mostly.

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Had she cared who she’d pushed her way past? Not one bit. People didn’t stand in her way, although as she’d continued eyeing the beanie held between her fingers, Adriana had questioned what point the stall had in, well, existing. She could have designed team gear that was much classier than whatever this was. In fact, she had, considering she’d chosen to wear a subtly Spain-supportive outfit even though the team had eliminated themselves long before now. She wasn’t holding that against them, not considering her connection to the country was oh-so-tenuous.

“Whatever gave you that idea?,” she drawled as she heard the voice coming from near her. The scruffy guy’s next question only received an arched eyebrow in response. “Firstly, I wouldn’t let that get anywhere near me, even if someone paid me. Second…just no.” He wasn’t her type.

Oh, and she’d seen that little sleight of hand moment. Not that she planned on saying anything.

Conley watched Sachin devouring the spicy cheese bread stuff and smiled. The man did love his food. ”Let’s grab something to eat later in the stands,” he said walking past one more stall. ”Then we can get our seats. Don’t want to miss any part of England’s win. I want to lord it over you while we’re eating Escargots a la Bourguignonne.”

Part of him hoped that India would win. He’d be interested to see what and where Sachin would want to go for his dinner. He stopped at a stand, bought a couple of veggie pasties (to be on the safe side since Sachin didn’t eat beef). ”Alright,” he said finishing off the slice of nann in his hand. ”Let’s head up, I think we have a long climb ahead of us.”

Lenora was too busy observing the boy in front of her to actually notice the theft. How was he so TALL? Or maybe she was just very short.. and she hadn’t grown much over the summer. Also, wait. Why was he staring at her?! Did she have something stuck in her teeth? Something in her hair? Or maybe he thought she looked funny.

This was bothering her, for some odd reason.

“Are you okay? You’ve been just.. staring at me. Do I look weird to you?” Now, it was her turn to stare at HIM, a mixture of utter confusion and curiosity on her face.

"Yeah but it wouldn't be the same, Catherine!" Getting a jersey in Diagon Alley was something she could do any old day, but getting one HERE was SPECIAL. She'd be able to wear it and remember the sights and the sounds and the smells-not all great smells, by the way. It would mean MORE getting one HERE. "I bet I could convince her. My puppy-dog eyes are the best in the whole UNIVERSE, I bet. I've been studying up a lot." And having a house full of dogs helped, it did.

"We can go ask her in a bit. I want to enjoy freedom just a BIT longer. It's so cool that we can walk around on our OWN, isn't it? I feel so grownup!" Looked it too, she bet. She was SUPER tall now and getting taller all the time.