<div class="floatleft">(https://daman.co.id/daman.co.id/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/Spread_Daniel-Sharman_FPS_5-790x1024.jpg?x43054)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Devon MacMichaels (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16079521#msg16079521)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>8/18/22 - 9:00 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Quidditch World Cups Stands - Moderately OK Seats<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A Welsh Dragons Quidditcch Jersey, Jeans, Trainers and Welsh Facepaint (https://thumbs.dreamstime.com/z/flag-wales-painted-face-young-man-36533584.jpg), holding a huge tub of popcorn and Welsh Team Flag<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Watching the game, heading into the lioness’ den<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Corinne Bailey (Mellific)<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Seated in the stands, Devon grinned widely at the match just getting ready to kick off in front of him.  Seated alone, no one had taken the seats to either side of him yet, his legs bounced in excitement as he munched on a giant tub of popcorn in his lap, occasionally letting out a loud WHOOO and just generally enjoying himself.<br/><br/>It had truly been a great summer already.  Still living at home when he was not at University, Devon had gotten to spend a lot of time with both his parents, a rare occurrence in his life, and gotten a lot of reading done on some amazing Herbology subjects.  In particular, he had managed to get both a Niffler’s Fancy plant and a Wiggentree to sprout, and he was enormously excited about both.  The Fancy was a pet project, but the Wiggentree was his real love, as he desperately hoped to attract a bowtruckle.  He was nervous to leave both plants at home, but he trusted his mother to take care of them.<br/><br/>The crowning bit of Devon’s summer was his birthday, of course.  His parents had gotten him some new gardening tools to bring to school but the flagship gift had been tickets to the Quidditch World Cup and a new tent to stay in.  The tickets were NOT cheap, and while his family wasn’t poor, they really could not afford (or get) more than one, even with these seats, so Devon was travelling alone.  Rather enjoying the time away, he had been subsiding on junk food primarily, his young system having no trouble keeping up.<br/><br/>Looking around at the cheering fans, Devon reached up to scratch his nose, barely stopping in time before smudging and ruining his impressive face paint,  Crunching more popcorn, he cheered loudly once again as the match got under way.<br/><br/>“WooHoo!  Go Dragons!” He yelled.  He LOVED watching Quidditch, and this was the match of matches!  Since he was determined to enjoy the match as much as possible, and who knows if he would ever see a World Cup again, Devon quickly pulled out his phone to get a pic, and then he could concentrate on the match.  Taking a pic of the flying players, Devon was about to put his phone away when he saw the Hooter update.<br/><br/>“VIP tickets?” He asked himself in a hushed voice.  He could only imagine how good that would be, although it didn’t take very much thinking to remember who Corinne was (he knew his whole year pretty much, but she certainly stood out), and how unlikely it was she was into the game.  Would it be worth it?<br/><br/>She did say it was HER ticket though! Maybe she was giving away her seat to go…shopping or something.  Standing quickly, Devon made his way towards the stairs, trying to watch the game the whole time and nearly tripping at least twice.  Once inside, he made a beeline for the luxury boxes, trying to ignore how many steps he was climbing, and only had to do some fast talking to get into the box.<br/><br/>Stepping in, Devon nearly turned right around and headed for his old seat.  Corrine was definitely there, and was NOT looking excited about it.  At her icy greeting, Devon did in fact freeze.  “Uh, yes?”  He replied, looking down at the much smaller girl who nevertheless seemed to fill a lot more of the room.  “Er, thanks.”  He added, feeling a little better as she stood to leave, moving inversely to him as he took a seat.<br/><br/>Of course, it wasn’t going to be that easy.  Staring wide eyed as she sat back down, Devon simply blinked as she attacked a hot dog before turning to him as she chewed with a vengeance.  “Ummm, nothing.  Are you….ok?  You seem,,,upset?”  He didn’t mean for it to come out as a question, but maybe the fact that he wondered if he should even be asking caused it.