THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP: The Quidditch World Cup (also called the World Cup or World Championship) has been held every four years since 1473. The competition sees Quidditch teams representing countries around the world compete for the World Cup. The 422nd Quidditch World Cup final was held on 22 August, 1994 in England, between Ireland and Bulgaria. The 422nd World Cup was organised by the International Quidditch Association. Its official sponsors were Butterbeer, Pumpkin juice, Gringotts Wizarding Bank and Nimbus 2001. The final score was 170-160. The Irish team performed a lap of honour before being presented with the Quidditch World Cup in the stadium’s Top Box (Lynch had to be supported by Moran and Connolly).
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Potters: Lily with teenage Harry, for anon
“I’m a sixteen year-old man, Mum. I’m pretty confident I can comb my own hair just fine,” Harry smiled at Lily, equal parts exasperated and amused.
She attacked his unruly mop with a fresh comb and pretends like she can’t hear him.
“Ow, mu-um!” He protests as she yanks on a particularly stubborn black tuft that just won’t listen.
“Sorry, love, but you have got to look dapper for your first date. We can’t have Lily Evans’ son running around, looking like a twit with too much hair, now, can we?”
“Nobody looks dapper, anymore, mum,”
Lily brushed the overgrown fringe away from his forehead and steps back with a satisfied smile on her face.
“Why, aren’t you the –”
“-fittest bloke in town? Yeah, he bloody well better be! He’s my –”
“Our son, after all.” Lily cut her husband off, trying to shoot him a stern glance but lips tugging up despite herself. James leant against the door, arms folded, grinning broadly at his little family.
“Thanks, mum. Thanks, dad. Now may I have your kind permission to get my arse out of here, please?”
”Language, Harry! And James.”
”Sorry.” they echoed immediately, identical guilty smiles on their equally identical faces.
“Now, Harry, dear, remember, Ginny’s a lovely young lady and I want you to treat her like one. Don’t forget to open doors, pull chairs out, compliment her –”
“-kiss her goodnight –”
“James!” Lily scolded, outraged. James only grinned wider, running a hand through his hair.
Harry chuckled. He loved it when his parents bickered; they were bloody hilarious.
“Sir, yes, sir. Bye, now; I’ll be back before eleven, don’t wait up!” He gave Lily a hurried kiss on her cheek, saluted James and started making his way downstairs.
Just when he about to leave, his dad appeared.
“Do your old man proud, would you, son?” His eyes were hazel pools of pure pride and love and something else that Harry couldn’t quite place.
“Of course, dad. I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”
James burst into guffaws. “That’s my boy; off you go, then.”
And so, Harry Potter set off on his first date, turning back at the little gate, just once, to wave at his smiling mum and dad.
this is literally the most offended I have ever been in my entire life
Lesson learned: never shake your makeup bag out in a rage because half your makeup will break
professor flitwick was ruthless as fuck like he even addressed harry by his name whilst asking for his name
I think what I find even funnier is that Harry doesn’t use the ‘I’m Harry Potter’ response. He uses the ‘You’ve been my teacher for five years’ response.