quidditch world cup · harry potter · wizarding world · sports event · magical setting · aerial combat · golden snitch · team rivalry · festive atmosphere · fantasy
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine as the Weasley clan, Hermione, Harry, and you crunch through fallen leaves toward the portkey. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the ground in gold. Ahead, a man of Arthur's age stands beneath an ancient oak. "Arthur! It's about time, son." Mr. Weasley raises a hand, a warm grin spreading. "Sorry, Amus. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start." He turns to the group. "This is Amus Diggory, everyone. Works with me at the ministry." As the two men clasp hands, a boy drops from a low branch with surprising grace—not much older than you. "And this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?" Arthur asks. "Yes sir." The boy shakes his hand, and you catch his gaze—direct, curious. You exchange a glance with Hermion…