Looking up as she heard her name, Becca smiled "Yeah, we do. Very good news" she looked down. Knowing Brian had a good hold on her and had his eyes on her, she relaxed and smiled warmly at Nathan. Wondering how Egypt and the kids were, but not asking since it seemed to be a sore subject, she watched Brian clear him to get into the grounds.

"I'm trying love, I'm trying" she squeezed his hand back, knowing he wished he could take back everything he'd told her. When he laughed, she looked at him and shook her head "I'm just saying that we need to start from the beginning and go slow" she grinned and looked into his amazing blue eyes "I know" she smiled and nudged him to get his mind back on the job he was here to do.

When Brian looked down at her bump, Becca said nothing and didn't move at all, she was used to it now. When Brian seemed to decide to let the subject rest, she smiled at Nathan and squeezed Brian's hand encouragingly. He'd done the right thing, but was he going to corner Nathan sometime and ask what was going on?

Marco hadn't been sure which area to land in. Because everyone knew who he was. So he was most definately a special guest, and a quidditch player. But his group wasn't. He apparated onto the normal people section. He occasionally liked to get down with the common people. There was a muggle song to do with that. "You can start the party now, I have arrived," he announced.

Chris saw another person enter and knew that he was one of the shopkeepers. "Hello" Chris said walking up. "Security, could i see your ID please and what department are you from." he said respectfully.

Almost graceful. Almost. Claudian floated down in the agonizingly slow zig-zagged pattern of a sheet of paper, until his feet reached the rolling green ground of the World Cup site. So that's what a scuba tank looked like. More or less like any other muggle tank he'd seen, save for the war machines and swimming togs. Why did they have the same name for things that weren't even remotely similar, anyway?

The big wizard took in the scene. He recognized a few faces already, some of which were engaged in conversation. He stopped when he saw a pile of perfectly sculpted blonde afar looking like he owned the joint.

He took the first step in his direction and began walking quickly past him and feigned muttering to himself. "I'm just glad that Marco Denver isn't here...OH! Hello, Marco!". The large man came up from behind Marco and smiled at the security wizard, preparing to pull out his own identification.

Marco turned around to see someone talking to him. He eyed the guy. "ID? I don't have ID. Do you not know who I am?" He was shocked. His face said it all. But his hair was still perfect. It was good hair today.

Chris was waiting for the ID of the other arrival when yet another Ministry official showed up. "Hello" Chris said "could i see identification please. By the way i see you are friends with Mr. Lee. Great boss he is at least in my department."

Turning back to the other wizard he said. "No sir i do not believe we have met is there another way you can identify yourself if you dont have an identification card."

"Great wizard." Claudian added to Chris' commentary agreeing about Brian. His large brown hand reached into his robes and pulled out the identification card, handing it to the security wizard.

Chris looked over the Identification closely and of course making sure it was valid. "Okay you are cleared. Enjoy the match." Chris waved his arm forward once again.

"You don't have to meet someone to know who they are. I am Marco Denver," he huffed. "You want some ID. Try page 7 of the Daily Prophet." He was about to throw a diva fit, and he wasn't to be messed with when that happened.

He turned to see his best bud, "Sup Claudian. Good to see you arrived. This doofus doesn't know who I am."

Chris had a very stern look over his face about Mr. Denver's comment but none the less he said "Okay you can go on. Its good to meet you Mr. Denver" Chris said and he waved him through. Mr Lee might want to hear about this but this was still good at any rate.

"It was not good meeting you. What is your name?" Marco hissed. "And who is your superior? Or in charge here? Who?" He folded his arms. He still looked sexy, even with a scorn on his face.

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Chris looked over the Identification closely and of course making sure it was valid. "Okay you are cleared. Enjoy the match." Chris waved his arm forward once again.

"Thank you, sir." Claudian tucked away his identification and waited for Marco.

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"You don't have to meet someone to know who they are. I am Marco Denver," he huffed. "You want some ID. Try page 7 of the Daily Prophet." He was about to throw a diva fit, and he wasn't to be messed with when that happened.

He turned to see his best bud, "Sup Claudian. Good to see you arrived. This doofus doesn't know who I am."

"Marco, stop playing around." Claudians voice came through calmly. At though this sort of thing happened often. It didn't. It only happened on occasion.

Chris really did not want to get backup personnel. "Chris Hobgartner is the name. You know Brian from the 8th level he is the one overseeing the security personnel do this and he made all the security deal with making sure that anyone entering the match was cleared before they could enter." Chris had a very serious look now but stayed silent after he said his part. He did not wish to do any unneeded thing. He wondered where Mr Lee was anyway.

Claudian stepped back over to the scene and lifted Marco, being mindful of his 'do'.
Turning to the security wizard, he smiled convivially, "What my friend means to say is he loves the decor." He slung the slightly smaller man over his shoulder and was about to carry him over to the grounds.

"Sssh Claudian. I am busy," Marco waved at his best friend. He was suddenly picked up, "Oi put me down you big lump. I am having a serious discussion."

"Right Chris Hobgartner. I want your superior here now. I want words with him," he shook his head, "I don't ever expect to be treated like this. I am a Quidditch star and you treat me like a commoner."

Madison heard Mr. Brian Lee call her by name and she grinned in his direction. The words he spoke to her were so nice and it was a good thing he didn't bring up his office, so she would. "Well, as you know, this was the toughest thing I had done yet so making sure things were right and that everyone was good on the prospects of having it come together." She wiped her brow, shaking her head with a grin. "I have to say that I am proud of my department. They've come together quite well.

"And thank you for your help as well, Brian." She wanted to sound more at ease by calling him by his first name instead of how she was in his office. She was so nervous and so formal that...it wasn't Madison at all.

Madison then turned her attention back to Warren. First she heard Warren's friend as her name. She was just about to answer when Warren introduced them. She grinned as he was a gentleman, and now he was to tell exactly why he seemed sooooo...happy. "It's nice to meet you, Nathan," Madi held out her hand for a firm handshake.

She then turned back to Warren as he began telling his happiness. "Oh Warren that is wonderful news," she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. She loved happy ending stories as she seemed to fall into that category as well. "Oh I wish you two the best of wishes. You will make an excellent husband." Well she seemed to think that the side of Warren she knew would be perfect for any female.

"Jadyn is at home with my brother, Caleum at the moment. I wasn't ready to bring her up here just yet. Constantine is to join us at the Quidditch World Cup once he is home from Hogwarts." That was something she couldn't wait for, the arrival of her husband and the reunite of father, mother and daughter.

She then turned her attention back towards what seemed to be an issue arising. Madison gently placed her hand on Warren's arm to let him know that something seemed to be going on and something she didn't like. "Umm...excuse me," she spoke softly, leaving Warren and Nathan to walk over towards the two gentleman.

"I have seen you around, Mr. Denver, and I apologize that the gentleman did not recognize you but you do need to show your identity as does everyone," she spoke in a soft yet stern voice. She wasn't being mean but she was not going to have a scene caused in her area.

Chris saw the transportation department head next him. "I told him to show ID. That appears to be the standard policy to enter. and he just wanted to enter another way. I do not wish to cause a commotion but he was close."

Marco's eyes widened as a hot lady approached. Man she was hot. "Call me Marco." He smiled, and offered a hand to her. "I don't happen to have ID with me. But I do have my shopkeepers permit." She was hot hot hot. "What might your name be?"

Madison looked to the security person, Chris, and listened to his side of the story. She'd heard him ask for ID as people came inside the facility and if there was going to be one thing, everyone had to have ID.

"Mrs. Masterson," she spoke as calmly as she could, answering Marco's question. "And in order to obtain permission to step inside for the Quidditch World Cup, it has been clearly stated that you must have identification, Mr. Denver." She was being professional in every way. "Therefore I am afraid that you are not allowed to pass at this time. Your shopkeepers permit does not qualify." Everyone had to go by the same rules no matter who they were.

Chris gave a nod to Mrs. Masterson as she said her statement. "Indeed ID is really required to enter these grounds and im following that policy as i have been told to do." He looked at Marco then and waved a hand in the other direction.

"I am Marco Denver. You can't not allow me into the World Cup. I have top tickets," Marco huffed, "You let Claudian through. He is my best friend." Man this hot lady was still hot even if she was bad. "So Mrs Masterson, I want access. And I don't want to go home for ID. Does my recent article in the Daily Prophet count?"

"Mr. Denver, we allowed Mr. Slughorn through as he provided proper identification, which is what Mr. Hobgartner asked for. If you cannot provide the proper ID, then you need to return home and get what is asked of you." Truly, if the man did not provide what was required, Madison was going to have him escorted out. He was NOT getting through without ID and that was that.

Alright. Marco was getting heavy. Still mindful of the 'do', which almost needed a name in itself, Claudian placed Marco down on his own two. He recognized Mrs. Masterson and gave her a friendly nod, but remained quiet.

Aryanna Slughorn arrived -- late -- at the World Cup check in, having had to finish brewing and bottling at the apothecary before she could travel. She glanced around, feeling a bit bewildered and lost. Where was that husband of hers? She glanced about the small gathering of people... There seemed to be a bit of commotion going on between the officials and some unruly guest. Hm, the Cup hasn't even started and already, it starts. People need to learn how to behave. she thought as she approached...

Oh my. She should have known Marco Denver was responsible for the ruckus... and of course, her husband was right at his side. She shouldered her travel bag and smirked, waiting to see what chaos Fred and Barney the boys had gotten themselves into this time.

Chris saw yet another guest had arrived. "Ah Mrs. Slughorn i just let your husband get clearance to enter the grounds but just to be sure you can follow do you have ID i could see please" he said holding out his hand in a respectful manner.