[gravesend] we are the champions

Benny wasn't sure if he should be excited at the idea of meeting the Harlan Bellamy, or if he should be jealous that JR already had a couple of times, or if he should even believe it at all. He was so conflicted but the excitement at the prospect quickly wiped all of those negative feelings away. Benny felt strange in this big house, surrounded by all of these strangers, they all seemed so fancy, but JR was being a good host. His eyes trailed from JR to Tomie, to Wendy, and back before he was nodding and smiling.

"Yeah, yeah," He repeated himself, giving away how excited he was with the idea of meeting an actual professional quidditch player. Benny smiled as he bounced on the heels of his feet, trying to keep the nervousness and anxiousness at bay, and hoping when the time came he'd have something funny to say. He'd probably just freeze and say nothing, nerves getting the best of him, but at the very least he could just listen to the rest of them talk.

JR's smile grew wider even though he tried to keep it at bay as he could see the excitement light up in his friends eyes. He was really glad they came, and especially glad that he could name drop a bit to show off to his friends. Tonight was turning out to be great already, on top of the Griffins big win.

He nodded toward the hall where he saw Bellamy a few minutes ago and echoed Tomie's words. "Alright, let's go then," he agreed as he started weaving through the crowd. He made eye contact with his mum who was in the hallway and she smiled at him and his group of friends, but he swept by quickly, avoiding her gaze, not wanting to stop and get caught up in the mum trap. Thankfully, someone who seemed fancy and sophisticated caught her up in conversation so he and his group of friends were free to stalk -- ahem meet -- some of the famous quidditch players that he had promised.

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Benny followed Jr as he led them toward what was sure to be the very best moment of the young wizard's short life. Meeting a famous person wasn't something that was even considered today. He was just excited to be around them and with his friends, and now! they got to actually meet some! And take pictures with the cup?! He wondered if his brother would even believe him when he told the story.

Excitedly Benny half jogged, half skipped, ahead of the group so that he could walk next to Jr and so that he could see better. "Thanks for inviting us Jr," Benny began with a wide smile, his eyes lit up with excitement, "this is brilliant," The young wizard padded his pockets and wished he had brought something, anything, that he could ask someone to sign for him, but then he realized the worn-out jersey he had on would be good! His cousin was never getting this thing back now.

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Wendy was so starstruck by the entire situation that she didn’t think too much about it when JR told them that there was a photographer around to take photos. Instead, she brought her hands together in much glee and smile, “That’s wonderful!” she said, not sure that she’d really want to go home after seeing all of the beautiful, shiny things in JR’s home. Life on the Willbond farm was great but even the young witch could notice the difference in space, in the fact that they had staff, it all made her wish she had something like this at home, too. But in all honesty, Wendy would not have traded her parents, siblings, the cows, nor her favorite reading spot under her favorite tree for anything in the world. It was her home, after all.

All things considered, however, Wendy thought that it must have been so nice to be a fan of Quidditch and have a father whose entire career had been built on the sport. While Wendy had no plans to join the Quidditch team herself, she was terribly uncoordinated and really couldn’t be bothered to do things like practice when a book seemed that much more interesting to begin with, she understood the appeal. She figured she would be super popular, too, though JR was much cooler than she was and probably would have been popular even if he was the son of a pair of farmers.

Wendy came in to take the photo, giving her biggest, brightest smile as she said the magic word. Her mum would be so glad that she had come in a dress and Wendy figured it would look lovely in the photo when it came out. She turned to Benny and smiled, “I’m gonna frame my, too,” she agreed. The thought of meeting Harlan Bellamy was an exciting one as soon as JR suggested it, he sort of reminded her of one of the princes in one of her favorite fantasy novels and figured that he’d do great should they use his photo on the cover. Not that he was like her celebrity crush or whatever but he had potential!

This was slowly turning into the best day ever and with her friends, Wendy figured that nothing could stop them now.

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