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True Love

Summary:
There's an unexpected twist to this story when Edward and the other Cullens take Bella to a truly spectacular event in the middle of England's countryside. Some might call it a spoof, but I call it true LOVE.


Notes:


2. The Grounds

Rating 3/5   Word Count 865   Review this Chapter


"Huh?" Came my intelligent answer.

"The QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP!" Emmett yelled in an excited voice.

"I've reserved seats in the top box right at the mid-field." Edward informed me, grinning.

"Oh." Did he expect me to get excited about whatever this was? I had no idea what he was talking about...

"Have you ever read Harry Potter?" Edward asked randomly.

"Err...yeah?"

He stared at me like I was missing a very important point.

"OH!" Realization dawned on me, THAT Quidditch World Cup.

"OH!" I said again. "Hey, wait didn't you say Hollywood got it all wrong? And why didn't you tell me?"

Edward shrugged. "I guess I forgot."

"Forgot," I echoed. "You FORGOT about another world where there are wizards and witches and goblins and dragons...?"

"You dazzle me." Edward replied, flashing a wide grin at me and dazzling ME.

"Huh." I was getting really good at these one syllable answers.

I hadn't realized we had stopped the car till I looked out the windshield and gasped.

There was a huge wood at least a mile away, with what looked like people in robes were filtering out, and being directed by what I supposed was staff, in different directions. What rested on, the green turf I could barely see because of the fact the sun was just starting to peak over the horizon, was many multicolored tents, some having green shamrock flags waving on the tents, others having gruesome colored maroon flags atop others. The tents kept on to my left, dotting the green hillside, leading all the way up to a far away stadium that looked gigantic. I supposed you could have fit more than ten baseball stadiums inside.

"Wow." I breathed.

Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie, Jasper and Alice decided to walk to our tent and get everything set up, while Emmett, Edward and I kept walking. I loved to watch the odd wizards and witches in robes darting to and fro. We were walking along with two boys and a girl a few feet to our left. They were staring at all the tents with the same amazed faces I was positive I had. One boy was tall and lanky with red hair and freckles, and the other was shorter, but still skinny. He had dark hair that stuck up in the back. They were conversing with a girl with dark bushy hair, who strangely reminded me of Jessica.
After observing the girl, I realized she seemed to have a very intelligent air about her and decided to ask Edward.

"That girl. I thought she reminded me of Jessica but she seems very.... well, very smart." I murmured to him.

He cast an appraising glance at the lot, and nodded. "You're right," He whispered out of the side of his mouth. "She's the most intelligent girl I've seen of her age in the wizarding world."

I nodded, although I had no idea why she intrigued me.

As we walked I gaped at two little girls flying around on brooms that floated about one foot off the ground. A very agitated looking man rushed past us towards the little girls muttering to no one in particular, "In broad daylight! The parents having a lie-in, I suppose-"

We finally reached where we were going because Edward turned to me. "They don't have running water here, so you have to get any water at the tap--" He cut off because I clapped my hand over my mouth and tried to suppress a giggle.

The scene before me was quite amusing. There was an old man dressed in a woman's flowery nightgown.

I glanced to see Edward's reaction but he was frowning at Emmett, who had a thoughtful and slightly jealous look on his face.

"No." Edward said as Emmett opened his mouth.

"But he gets to--"

"I said no!" Edward whispered furiously and I shushed them to listen to the conversation.

"I bought this in a Muggle shop, Muggles wear them." The old man said stubbornly.

"Muggle WOMEN wear the, Archie, not the men, they wear THESE." Said the other man, who was trying fruitlessly to get the pan to change into some pinstriped trousers.

Archie once more refused to put them on, saying something about enjoying the breeze, then he collected his water and left the exasperated second man standing there, as he made his way back to his tent.

The three teenagers moved up to get there water and I looked behind my back to see Emmett and Edward having a silent argument.

They both started when they saw me watching them with a raised eyebrow and looked sheepishly away.

It was our turn to get the water, and Emmett filled up a trough the size of a full grown man, and we made our way steadily back to our tent.

It looked horribly small for all eight of us, and Edward must've seen the look on my face because he chuckled and gestured to the tent. "In you go."

I glared at him, and crawled into the tent.

I gasped at what I saw. An exact replica of the Cullen's living room, complete with he staircase leading up to another floor and door on the same floor leading to other rooms on the first level.

How on EARTH, had Edward forgotten about THIS?