Ah, Excitement. (Open)

[Cougar Farmer R7]

Cougar reached for his maroon yellow and red shirt to put on. Yeah, that's right, He was rooting for Spain. He put it and and smiled gleefully in his mirror. He watched his dad move around the tent amazing at it. "Dad Just calm down and enjoy it." Cougar said. Cougar should have been saying this to himself because his heart was racing faster and faster. He was having the time of his life. All the wonder and life that surrounded him. He was in Ecstasy. He wondered if he would find anyone he knew. He hoped he would. He always tried to push that dreadful thought of the Quidditch World cup of a few years ago out of his head. He didn't want to think about anything like that happening on his wonderful outing with his father.

His father was wearing a green shirt, Cougar was assuming because he was going for Germany. He wasn't sure if his dad was rooting for Germany just to tick him off or if he genuinely like the country or what. His father CLAIMED it was because he knew more about Germany than he did Spain, but there was no way of telling. Couger walked to the edge of the tent and saw the Field alive with activity. The were jugglers here, solicitors there, and millions of fans EVERYWHERE.

Cougar decided he would go out for a bit and see what he could find to do. "Hey, Dad, I'm going to go out for just a bit."

"Are you crazy? You're not going anywhere in that crowd"

"Dad you forget I know magic. I can defend myself. And I'm sure th Ministry will forgive me if it is in self defense." Cougar said in advance to answer his father's retort. Cougar to this day had concealed the fact that if you were more powerful than your spells were more powerful. His father still believed that any spell was the same no matter who casted it.

Cougar walked out of the tent into the open. He looked around and breathed in the smell of different things cooking. Cougar wondered of he'd find any Spanish food anywhere. He started following his smells.

[aggielover123]

After many days of silent screaming and loud arguements Morgan had succeeded in getting her goal. She found herself walking along the crowded dirt and grass paths of the Quidittch World Cup camping grounds. Inside she was screaming her head off with excitement as she saw people, food, psycho-crazy fans, and food everwhere. Smiling she remembered the morning events.

She had woken up at seven and happily double checked all of her things before getting ready. By seven thirty she was showered and dressed in her favorite light wash blue jeans, a big and loose maroon sweatshirt that read Spain on it, and a pair of white and maroon running shoes. Her pale Blonde hair was in an artfully messy bun and had maroon and white ribbons in it. Glancing up at her wall she saw the Spain team smiling and waving at her from the large canvas the coverd that entire wall. Each of her walls had a different decoration on it.

One wall had a picture of a muggle band named Blue October, one had a picture of an American Soccer team, and the last one was of a million different kinds of bands, kind of like the American IMF channel (international music feed). At the last minute she had begun to get bored with her hair color as she always did and had asked her dad if she could change it seeing as it wasn't like she could the change of color in her hair. So after he had said yes she had grabbed her wand and given her self dirty blonde hair with black bangs and black tips.

After all of her getting ready she had sent her trunks to a safe place as did her brother and then they both set off to the nearest port key.......After that they set up a tent and then happily sat down to rest for a few minutes before Morgan snuck her wand into her pocket and set off down the streets eager to see if anyone from school that she liked was in sight.

Smiling with glee she jumped up once and waved at the first of her friends in sight. "Cougar?!" she said, "What's up?"

((I was eager to post it))