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The GM
6:52pm, October 02, 2017
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[Delete] | The arena for the World Cup was massive, in a way only magic could have accomplished. The unique magecraft of the Ministry resulting in a place worthy of the 'World' Cup match. Spotlights flashed to life, creating patterns in the skies, balloons of varying colors rose and the spectators- Ah, the spectators.
Lycanthrope, Sidhe, Vampire, Wizard and more came together in a riotous crowd of color and standing, united fans all cheering and raising their flags as the sounds of the national anthems of Bulgaria and Britain clashed among the rowdy backdrop. Hovering in places, drones that resembled insects, birds and other designs flitted freely, their crystal eyes taking in the place as the runes of Virtual Adepts engraved denoted their purpose. Up in the announcers box, two people would be preparing. One of them a portly fellow with a white mustache, bushy and proud. Clad in a red suit, around his neck he wore a Union Jack scarf. His compatriot, a green-haired changeling with shades(even at night) smiled, unable to hold still as he sipped a mug that had the caption 'Wizards do it with staffs', the smell of rich coffee denoting his brew of choice. Before them, a virtual adept drone flapped down in the shape of an eagle as it looked at them, its beak opening as a humanoid voice spoke.
"You're on in three...Two...One. Action."
The Changeling's grin turned wider, his enthusiasm making him leap to the fore as he spoke.
"Hello sports fans of all ages, races and factions! I'm Bartholomew Biggs of the Summer Court!"
"And I'm William Wedge of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic, and do we have a game for you today!"
Biggs grinned madly, adjusting his glasses briefly as he took up where his partner left off. "Indeed we do Wedge, as the final match of the Quidditch world cup begins, we're broadcasting live through Internet Spirits, Magic Mirrors and BWR broadcasting from London as far as Australia! No one wants to miss today's game and I do not blame them! Wedge, if you could share with us a bit of what to expect!"
Wedge smiled like a grandfatherly figure, his bushy mustache wriggling as he laughed. "Ho ho! It would be my personal pleasure Biggs! The question of victory today lies in grit, in nerve and sinew! But most of all, upon the showings of each teams Seeker! Viktor Krum of Bulgaria has proven himself to be the new Dark Horse of the sports field, personally busting records long held for years by prior teams!"
Biggs mirrored his grin, leaning forward to the crystal as he spoke. "But his greatest test lies ahead in the form of Britain's own James Potter! Perhaps the greatest Seeker the team has known, a veritable giant on the pitch! Mr. Krum will have to work hard to get out of that long shadow and perhaps tonight he will! Who will come out on top?! We'll find out soon enough."
"But tell me Biggs, what exactly can we expect from the teams pre-show tonight?"
"So glad to answer that! Bulgaria will open up tonight's ceremony and from what I hear, they've brought Veela! Clean those glasses gentlemen!"
"And don't tell the missus! Ho-HO!" Wedge chortled as the lights on the pitch below began to shut down.
Shadows covered the field and for a long moment, it feels like a let-down from the Bulgaria side. And then comes a familiar noise, one that goes through the ears and direct to the spine.
Boom-boom-clap! Boom-boom-clap!
Recognition flashes on the features of some of the supporters, as they begin to follow along till the air vibrates with it. Boom-boom-clap! Boom-boom-clap! Boom-boom-clap! And then the spotlights focus on a figure in the arena center. A lone figure, beautiful to behold. Clad in the colors of Bulgaria, a saucy outfit of black leather and red, a wide brim hat on her head but its the item in her arms prompting the subsequent wild cheers....
An electric guitar. She puts her wand to her throat and yells.
"WE WILL, WE WILL ROCK YOU! EVERYBODY NOW!"
And a thousand throats roared in unison as the lights flashed, revealing the rest of the Bulgaria pre-show group. In other, gentler worlds they might have stuck with traditional dances. Here? They combined Veela glamour with power of a different kind and no one was immune to its charm. With a flourish, she brought her pick down on the strings as their sound filled the air.
"WE WILL, WE WILL-ROCK YOU!" Clap! Boom-boom-clap! The guitar riff filled the air, the jamming driving the crowd to wild frenzy as the lead guitarist laughed and sung. The Sidhe could not have done a better job, the lyrics sung along and known by the majority of the audience. When the final guitar solo ended, the lead singer yelled to the audience.
"BULGARIAAAAAAAA!"
Laughing from the box, Bigg's and Wedge rose to their feet as they clapped, the latter chortling.
"And a very strong beginning from the Bulgarian team's show! Its going to be hard to top that one!"
"Ah, but don't rule out Britain because if experience is any indicator, they're not going to take that lying down!"
And then the earth shook.
The ground trembles and the Arena does as well. The reason reveals itself as from the opposite end of the arena, marches a platoon of knight statues on the height level of giants. The one leading holds proudly the emblem of a red dragon, the ancient symbol of power in Britain as they march upon the field. Their tread shakes the earth and they march in formation, like clockwork before forming a semi-circle around the center of the field. The banner-wielder raises a stony fist. Silence comes....And then he lowers it, the gesture followed by a thud in unison. Every knight has slammed their sword into the earth at the same time, creating an echoing blow that makes the arena shudder. The arm raises. The shake continues- This time followed by the entire, British team supporters in the stands as they move in unison, stomping in their seat in time to the beat. Boom. Boom. Doom. Doom. With a laugh, one of the wizards in the front says excitedly to his niece, waving a British flag in her hand.
"The Giants Dance. The war beat of the British Empire and the song Merlin sung to bring Stonehenge into being. Can you feel it?" The girls eyes, wide enough already stared at the arena as the British supporters began to speed up. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. The Banner-wielding knight spread his arms, slowly circling the arena, nodding as the Dance continued, ending his spin as he stared at the Veela.
And promptly made a fist, one thumb up as he ran it across his throat in a gesture none could mistake. The band jeered, insults lost in the subsequent roar as the British crowd cheered and the knights turned and made their way on the opposite side of the field, their leader stabbing the banner into the ground before they stood at attention.
"No translation needed for that I think Wedge!"
"Ho-HO! With that strong beginning, I think I speak for everyone when I say- Let the match begin! Place your bets!" |
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