Post by Queety White on Sept 12, 2015 12:36:18 GMT -5
With the end of the summer and the World Quidditch Cup Finals now beginning, Queety and Straw figured it was a perfect time for a little vacation with the kids. Both of them had time off from work and plans for a huge camping trip. Having been a Quidditch player herself at school, Queety was excited to finally have the opportunity to be able to see all the matches at the World Cup, this being her first time. Plus, there was nothing more relaxing than seeing Quidditch matches all day and then coming home to a campfire at night.
After they had everything packed in their oversized backpacks, and the kids holding tight to their brand new child-sized broomsticks, they all grabbed onto the portkey, a deflated basketball on a hill on the outskirts of London, and were whisked away to the campgrounds just outside the stadium. The kids looked around in excitement as all the witches and wizard from all over the world gathered with their tents set up, laughing and enjoying each other's company. Queety looked around in awe as well, smelling all the different foods that were being cooked and the different languages being spoken. Despite all the differences between people around the world, it was amazing that they could all come together for something like a good old sport. Holding onto her own broom stick in her left hand and taking Straw's hand in her right, she then lead the group to find a spot for them to make camp.
"When I grow up, I'm gonna be a Quidditch pro!" Josh was saying, holding his broomstick high.
"You gotta learn how to fly on that first, you know," Queety reminded him. "Once we set up camp, we'll find a nice open grassy area and your dad and I can teach you guys. Then maybe you'll play for the Los Angeles Lynxes who will crush the Darwin Dropbears!" She smirked at Straw. There was going to be a lot of country of origin loyalty during that match and thus it would be intense rivalry between them. She could sense it.
A free patch of grass between two other set ups appeared before them, the perfect size for their tent. Queety dropped her backpack on the ground and reached her arm in. Of course, magic made it so there was a lot more in her bag than it appeared on the outside so she had to dive in head first and to find exactly what she was looking for. Her entire torso was in the bag before she was able to find the tent rolled up at the bottom of her bag. She pulled it out and tossed it onto the ground. She then looked at the instructions that came with it. The spell looked easy enough to the average witch or wizard but this was Queety who was not exactly the brightest or best witch of the era. But darn it, she was going to try! She waved her wand at the tent and it began to rise up, forming a nice green tent, looking very stable. The kids immediately ran inside.
"Well there you go!" Queety grinned, proud of her work. She followed the kids inside to see that the inside of the tent was, as expected, much larger, with beanbag chairs in the middle room for lounging and then two separate rooms, one for the triplets and one for Straw and Queety. It was perfect and cozy. But they barely had time to really appreciate it because the kids had already dropped their backpacks off in their room and were running out the tent again with their broomsticks, eager to learn how to fly. Queety laughed, dropping off her backpack as well.
"All right, Straw. Let's show these kids the art of flying a broomstick," she said with a wink.
After they had everything packed in their oversized backpacks, and the kids holding tight to their brand new child-sized broomsticks, they all grabbed onto the portkey, a deflated basketball on a hill on the outskirts of London, and were whisked away to the campgrounds just outside the stadium. The kids looked around in excitement as all the witches and wizard from all over the world gathered with their tents set up, laughing and enjoying each other's company. Queety looked around in awe as well, smelling all the different foods that were being cooked and the different languages being spoken. Despite all the differences between people around the world, it was amazing that they could all come together for something like a good old sport. Holding onto her own broom stick in her left hand and taking Straw's hand in her right, she then lead the group to find a spot for them to make camp.
"When I grow up, I'm gonna be a Quidditch pro!" Josh was saying, holding his broomstick high.
"You gotta learn how to fly on that first, you know," Queety reminded him. "Once we set up camp, we'll find a nice open grassy area and your dad and I can teach you guys. Then maybe you'll play for the Los Angeles Lynxes who will crush the Darwin Dropbears!" She smirked at Straw. There was going to be a lot of country of origin loyalty during that match and thus it would be intense rivalry between them. She could sense it.
A free patch of grass between two other set ups appeared before them, the perfect size for their tent. Queety dropped her backpack on the ground and reached her arm in. Of course, magic made it so there was a lot more in her bag than it appeared on the outside so she had to dive in head first and to find exactly what she was looking for. Her entire torso was in the bag before she was able to find the tent rolled up at the bottom of her bag. She pulled it out and tossed it onto the ground. She then looked at the instructions that came with it. The spell looked easy enough to the average witch or wizard but this was Queety who was not exactly the brightest or best witch of the era. But darn it, she was going to try! She waved her wand at the tent and it began to rise up, forming a nice green tent, looking very stable. The kids immediately ran inside.
"Well there you go!" Queety grinned, proud of her work. She followed the kids inside to see that the inside of the tent was, as expected, much larger, with beanbag chairs in the middle room for lounging and then two separate rooms, one for the triplets and one for Straw and Queety. It was perfect and cozy. But they barely had time to really appreciate it because the kids had already dropped their backpacks off in their room and were running out the tent again with their broomsticks, eager to learn how to fly. Queety laughed, dropping off her backpack as well.
"All right, Straw. Let's show these kids the art of flying a broomstick," she said with a wink.
