James 'Prongs' Potter

"i'm sure they will, I understand that we need the variety, but I always know that the host country would have wanted their team to be in the finals." he admitted with a shrug and took the crown from her with a smile, "If you mare it Mare, I'll wear it proudly." he chuckled putting it on. "It is a great honor, they could have chosen anyone, means that the public likes my comments." he admitted.

"Is it weird that I'm here? In Sirius's tent?" There were so many other things she wanted to say, to apologise for, but for now this would have to do. "I know it's a big deal for you, and your career and... stuff. I really don't want to ruin it or make it strange for you." It was awkward, even her delivery was jilted and strained, but he'd always appreciated her frankness in the past. Or he used to. Maybe things had changed.

He was about to continue with the light topics, not wanting to dwell into many deep things at the moment, he was already torn with his personal life, to even think on why Lily was here now, after all those years of not talking.

"As you mentioned, it's Sirius' tent, Sirius invited you, who am I to disagree?" he knew he could, of he told Sirius that he didn't want anyone there, his friend would understand, but James wasn't that kind of person. "Why would it make it strange? It's the World Cup, everyone is invited, Evans." he wanted to ask many things, he wanted to know if the feelings he had were one sided, if the feeling he got that she fancied him back as real, but it was too much on top of the anxiousness of the game.

“Same old, same old,” he shrugged. It was a tiring day, but not as bad as some which could land him in St. Mungo’s. There was always a bed reserved for hitwizards due to the nature of the job. “Of course, can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“Good call, quite dangerous to eat anything I’ve cooked,” he agreed with a chuckle. “Oh? What’s the news?” he asked, curious as he took the bottle back from James and took another sip. He ran his fingers through Vesper’s fur, finding it calming, almost like he was a therapy dog. It was nice to come home after a long day and have him waiting there, along with his friend.

"i've been selected to be the commentator on the World Cup." he added, looking at Vesper more than at Sirius. It was a good kind of news, he always dreamed to participate at the World Cup, but more as a player than anything else. It was somewhat bittersweet, specially since he wanted to change careers.

Lifting her glass of mead as she settled next to James, the half-harpy lifted her glass in quiet salute. "Bah, pox on those leprechauns. Why in the bloody hell is Britain so shite. I'd prefer a Britain showing," she quipped lightly, taking a swig of her own, "Though, no matter where my loyalties fall, quidditch is quidditch."

He also liked that they could be honest with each other about their opinions, because the love for the game was greater than any grievance they would have supporting opposite sides.

James laughed, "I'd prefer to be on the field, but I meant it would have been nice for the hosting country to make it to the finals. I never thought Mali would have made it." he admitted, with praise behind the sentence.

"Oh yeah." Lily didn't actually care who was playing most of the time. She never had a regular team she supported. She just the underdog and cheered for them, something that had been particularly difficult this year. Once she'd decided she supported a team though it suddenly meant everything. "But isn't it nice to see two teams we never usually get to see play?"

At school James made a fool of himself, and when he finally thought they had a chance, Lily moved on from the magical world. It wasn't until the Battle that he saw Lily again and things were complicated enough with Peter to actually try and think of what it meant for her to be back in the ranks.

He nodded at her question, "Every time I get to see a new team play I get excited, you learn a lot from watching other countries. But I still have this feeling that the cup would be more enjoyable for locals if their team made it to the finals, as not everyone is on the sport spirit."

Any day he didn’t get maimed or his ass kicked in some way he always counted in the win column even as tired as he was. He chucked his keys on the table as he walked inside hearing James’ voice. “Shouldn’t I be asking you question as you’re the one home first? Should have it on the table and ready for me,” he teased with a chuckle.

He went into the kitchen to grab a beer, popping the top and taking a swig. “We can order in? I’m not a good cook on the best day and today certainly isn’t one of them and don’t even feel like attempting it,” he concluded as he walked over to the couch and plopped down. Vesper came out of his room and sat down in front of him looking for attention and he obliged, reaching over to lightly scratch behind his ears.

"That bad, huh?" he asked looking at Padfoot, "I'm glad you came home." he mumbled, being truthful, but there was a real feeling behind those words.

"That's why I cook around here, if you do, then we might end up poisoned," he teased, taking Sirius' glass and giving a sip from it. "I have news, it's not as good as food but we can work on that later."

“Tellies are fun, Sirius and I were considering one, it is amazing what muggles produce, however, I barely have time to listen to other shows on the wireless, much less add a telly on top of that.” he shrugged, “I would argue that at telly is as useful as a radio, but I might be out of work if I said that too loud.” he joked and shook his head, “just a couple of hours, when they thought more people would transit through.”

Narcissa had managed to find herself in her own world, paying no mind to the world around her as she browsed the festivals schedule to see if she’d missed anything worth attending. Her eyes were scanning the the list of events, small and big yet nothing seemed to stick out; nothing she hadn’t already been to, on purpose or by accident. A sudden question startled her, the presence near her not something she had expected. “What?”

She turned toward the one who owned the voice, the question seemingly odd. “What a peculiar question! Is that such a must-know type of thing?”

James looked at Narcissa, he knew of her through Sirius, more or less. They weren’t exactly close, and now she was a Malfoy if his memory didn’t fail him. Which it wasn’t a great thing, considering how Blacks and Malfoys viewed the world.

James pointed at the Magical Wireless name on top of the booth as a reply, “It’s part of the job,” he replied. He really didn’t care who liked what. Yes it was good to meet fans and people that liked his work, but these type of events weren’t target oriented so it was hard to see what people would reply. “Maybe you don’t listen the Wireless?”

Where: Unity Fair

When: Sunday 18 July 1982

How long had it been, Lily wondered, since she had seen so much dancing and celebration in public? There had been a gloominess in the air the past year which Lily simply had not been able to shake. 

It was hard to feel anything other than joy, however, with so much laughing and joy, with the smell of sweets and butterbear in the air. 

And with the songs of her childhood playing, song she heard on muggle radio which so many around her could not understand why she would still listen to.

She sang them now, moving with glee. Lily was undeniably, unapologetically muggleborn, and tonight was a night for her to celebrate it. 

She span uncontrollably in her dance, nearly knocking into someone as she did so. “I would apologize, but if you really think about it, it’s your fault. You should be dancing! Surly you can’t listen to music like this and not dance!”

He purchased a cold butterbeer and moved along the crowd until he found someone utterly familiar.

He thought maybe he would find Sirius there, he lived near the Alley, but he was glad to find Lily there. Gorgeous Lily, having a wonderful time just being her, dancing, laughing, shining bright as the world around her just shined with her. He was so entranced on looking at her that his reflexes were too slow to avoid the collision, and his butterbeer to be splattered on his shirt. “I would never asume anything is your fault, Evans, we both know that’s my role in this relationship.” he teased, taking his wand out to clean his clothes, “I see you are having fun.”