As you near the stadium from the campgrounds, the number of vendors on the path grows, selling all sorts of memorabilia to any person willing to shell out a few galleons. Be sure to get your rosettes, omnioculars and t-shirts before the match begins! Show your team spirit by wearing their colors proudly!

Lalalalalaaaaaaa.

Mozzie sat atop the counter of her little Leaky Cauldron booth, kicking her legs. After a while, she would be moved into the East Field, to work in the food booth, but for the time being, she and Chef sat over here. No one else was yet selling or even pitching and no one had meandered over here just yet. Glossy lips pursed, she sighed softly. Quidditch in Hogwarts was on thing. This was something else completely. It would be much more fun if she could be here with friends or something.

Really.

She glanced down at the black boots she wore - they were some old, riding boots she'd found in the attic of her family home and they were quite comfortable. Under the boots, though, were a pair of stripped thigh-high socks in orange and yellow. This all was worn with a navy sundress she'd been itching to wear, the straps thin and the fabric soft and airy. Smoothing the dark material over at her knee, she glanced around at the other vending booths, shrugged, and then carefully stood up on the counter.

Unsanitary? Maybe? Did she really care? Hardly.

"Yo!" she shouted, for anyone who may be listening. "Getchur food and drinks and stuff over here!"

Yeah! Stuff!

Bending at the knee, she grabbed a bottle of cold butterbeer and uncapped it. Ahh, there we go.

"Food! And drinks! And these little colored scarves and rosettes... and stuff!" Wiggle wiggle wiggle.

Whistling a tune that he had once heard in a muggle store (that sounded vaguely like 'pop goes the weasel') Fred Jenkins made his way down the vendor row in search for a good stall in which to sell his goods.

And as luck would have it he was the second one to arrive so he basically had the pick of the joint. "Hello Mozzie" he called out to the lovely young bar lady, who had set up opposite him. "Lovely day for it, wouldn't you say?"

Fred placed all the boxes that he had been levitating behind the counter and began to unload them quickly and efficiently. He could be a hard worker when he wanted to be which wasn't very often. Once everything was in place, he placed his hands on his hips and surveyed his handiwork. Not bad at all.

In true show off style that was customary for one such as he, Fred climbed up onto the counter. "Hear ye, hear ye. Come get your merchandise here. We have Pygmy Puffs in your favorite team colors. Fireworks that spell out your team's name. Or perhaps you would perfer our funny team mascots that will heckle the opposing team" he yelled out for all those to hear. And if he kept that up for too long he was going to have to pay Mozzie a visit for a butterbeer.

Marco was here with his little cart. He had found the perfect spot. He turned around to see (and hear) Fred and Mozzie. Interesting. So Weasley's and the Leaky were here. And now QQS. Soon it would be all of them. "Hey Fred, Mozzie," he smiled. He gave a little tug on the front of his cart. A little banner fell down.

"Get all your quidditch needs here," he called, "Broomsticks...padding. We even have models of the Teams. They walk across the palm of your hand."

Oh.

Myyy.

GOSHH!

Fyodor Balouch stopped in his tracks. Whoa, PYGMY PUFFS! But not plain ones .. ones in team colours! This was awesome! Hands in jeans, the Lion quickly went over to the man who had ... sort of shouted out the brilliant announcement.

"You guys have pygmy puffs in team colours?" he asked enthusiastically, as he peered so that he could spot one.

This had SO made his day!

alex waled around supervising when he heard the man talk about the walking figures..


he had wanted 1 ever since he was a small lad.

then he said eagerly"how much for the figures??"

Avery had a lot of things to set up, though she was so hapy she was magical. She had no idea how long her portable freezers would work, but...again, she is magical.

She began setting up her booth. It was very cute, and slightly resempled the inside of Florean's. Except there werent any seats for anyone.She was so excited to be here, and to start selling her specially made ice cream that was just for the QWC.


As soon as she got everything set up, she put out the sign with the flavors and prices. She was ready to go!!

Quote:

Special Flavors

Seeker Snap Cookie - Gingesnap Dough with vanilla and Caramel Ice cream
Beater Berry Crunch - Strawberry Ice cream with bits of strawberries and a crunchy Surprise
Chaser Chocolate Pie - Chocolate ice cream with chuncks of graham cracker pie crust
Keeper's Hoop - Vanilla ice cream with swirls of caramel and fudge shaped hoops and quaffles.

Prices:
1 scoop: 1 sickle 3 knuts
2 scoops: 4 sickles
3 scoops: 7 sickles 1 knut
Giant scoop: 1 galleon

Professional Quidditch Players Eat Free

"Come and get some Ice cream!!!" She yelled out to the crowed. She was so excited to be here.

From his position on top of the counter, Fred looked over to Marco and gave him a broad smile. "Alright there Marco? It's going to be a busy time for us." And a profitable one!

Looking down at the young man, Fred gave him a wink and jumped down off the counter and picked up a large cage of Pygmy Puffs. He placed them onto the counter for the kid to have a look. "We certainly do my good sir. Who would you be supporting?"

Marco smiled as a young boy approached him. He was starting to get a little hoarse from the shouting. "It depends who you want, kid. Certain players cost a bit more, they come with a broom. Or there are the standalones. Or the brooms themselves. So what will it be?"

"Hanging on like everyone else," he beamed. "I am counting on it. I have a case here, full with brooms and figures. I can lend you a McKenzie, if you want him to walk your stall." More advertising for him.

Now strolling to where he was sure he could set up his small betting table, Benny clutched the megaphone portkey and looked around. Nodding respectfully to all the other people there, he opened his briefcase which promptly turned into a table with a chair behind it. Benny knew it would be a long day. "Make your bets here!" he called out as soon as he'd settled at his stall like table.

Brittany was mostly walking around looking at the other vending booths. She couldn't think of any items to sell which were related to the Quidditch World Cup, her business was tours, after all.

Just then, an idea came to her! She would sell a little figurine of a quidditch player, and on the back it would say "Courtesy of TerrorTours" with her shop information. Then she could throw a brochure into the bag, hopefully that might attract some future business to her shop. You never knew!

Brushing back her long red hair, she smiled. She was so ready!

Annie noticed she had nothing to wear for the match. By that, she meant...no spirit shirts and she had no omnioculars!

OH NOES!!!

As Di was busy, trying to find something to wear at the tent, Annie sneaked out and went to the vendor row. Mwaha...she hoped Diana didn't notice her absence much.

Some spirit shirts, two...and a pair of omnioculars.

Whee, all for England, of course.

With a box firmly tucked under his arm, Hiroki made his way to the booth that he and Holland would be selling stuff from. There weren't many special things you could do with ink and stationary for Quidditch, but there had been a few good ideas that had been... well good enough for selling, at least. Glancing over his shoulder, he searched for Holland. Where had she gotten to? He'd given her the smaller, lighter box with nothing breakable in it... she hadn't gotten lost, had she?

"Holls?" he said loudly, setting the box on the little counter of the booth. Ink bottles rattled inside of it. "Where..."

Climbing down from the counter, Mozzie instead sat upon it, legs dangling over the side and swinging about. She nodded at Fred, her lips pursed as she contemplated his questioning statement and her head tipped back to check out the sky. Was it a good day? At least those watching wouldn't be rained upon?

"Hullo, Fred," she greeted him back. "I suppose it's a nice day. Clear skies and whatnots? Does that help immensely?"

In Hogwarts, Mozzie and her group of friends sometimes went to matches, but she rarely paid attention.

While Fred started to yell and sell things, Mozzie called out, not very loudly, "Woooo! Buy stuff!"

YEAH!

And here came the rest off the selling squad. Mozzie nodded a greeting at Marco, as well. "Hullo there," she responded, before she continued to swing her legs.

She'd never understood what exactly people saw in those silly, walking models.

'Models of the teams?' Frida thought as she caught the last sentence of what a man nearby was saying.
That would certainly be good for her younger relatives back home...the ones that she didn't have enough money to buy tickets for.

But really, if she did that then Frida would need to also buy tickets for their parents, who were her cousins, and that would cost a small fortune. Of course she could have offered to babysit...but then Frida would nto get anything accomplished with a herd of children running around her all day and all night.
"Models of the teams?" She said out loud and approached the vendor with a smile. "Can I have a look at one? Any player, it doesn't matter."

Marco smiled as someone else approached his stall. "Models of the teams. Of course. England or Australia supporter? I can show you one of both." He pulled out one of each team. And held them by the back of their jerseys. They flailed a bit in his hands. "There you go," he smiled.

Frida gasped a little bit and her eyes lit up, "Oooo...". She couldn't help herself, just like a kid in a candy store. "A bit of both actually. I'll be purchasing them for my nieces and nephews, and they're split down the middle, just for the rivalry I'm sure."
"Can I have a closer look?" Without an answer, Frida took the England player by the jersey and chuckled a little bit. "They'll love these." She said to herself and faced the vendor again. "How much for a complete set of both teams? And may I also ask what brooms you have with you today?"

Marco let go of the players shirt. "Sure go ahead. I have managed to make the jerseys the same as the players." He chuckled slightly, "They might fight over who has which player. Each one is 3 galleons by himself. If you want them on a broom, they are 5 galleons." Now brooms. He chuckled again. "The question is what don't I have. Are you looking for anything in particular? A specific need for your broom?"

Holland was not lost... not exactly. She'd gotten distracted walking past Avery and the ICE CREAM. Wow. Bouncing on her tip toes, she glanced about, hoping that Hiroki was busy, and hadn't noticed that she was not there yet.

"Psst." She whispered. "Two scoops of Chaser Chocolate Pie." Shifting the box in her arms, she handed over the sickles, and winked at the woman conspiratorially. AND HURRYUPPLEASEBEFOREIGETCAUGHT.

She bounced some more.

"They're quite good when it comes to that sort of thing...the different players I mean. Right now they aren't too picky about that, seeing as some are a little young to choose favorites...and they'll see each different player as being unique to them. Though adding a broom to the equation might not work out so well." She set the model player down in front of her.

Oh dear, a figurine on a broom would be no good. With Frida's luck, all the toys would end up in her house when family visited and would probably destroy her precious possessions. Visions of the kids running around the house flashed in Frida's mind. Thundering footsteps could be heard going up and down the stairs as the children chased after the players that were flying on their broomsticks. And there would be loud screaming when one broom went missing and another was stolen to make up for it.

Nope. No brooms.

"I think I'll have them without the brooms. That's forty-two galleons for a set of each team then, right?" She checked to make sure her money bag was with her inside her larger supplies bag.

"Well, I was hoping to get a beginners broom for my nephew. He's turning nine next week, and I wanted to get him something special." Frida considered something and then said, "A broom that won't go terribly fast would be great." She hadn't had a need to shop for Quidditch supplies in ages, so perhaps there were different brooms now.

Avery grinned, and whispered back, "Sure thing hunny. Trust me im fast." She winked and quickly grabbed her scooper to get the girl's ice cream fixed up.

As soon as she was done, she placed it on the makeshift counter and replied, "There you go love. Hope you do enjoy it." She smiled.

WHOOOOOOOOO.

Holland GRINNED. "Thanks!" She replied before bouncing away. Hehehe. She was SO eating this ice cream, and Hiroki couldn't have any. It was HERS.

When she reached him, she placed the box down, "Here I am." She announced, bringing the ice cream up to her mouth to lick. LICK. LICK. LICK.

LIIIICK.

Finally. FINALLY. Hiroki sighed in relief. She'd not gotten lost or kidnapped or something, thank Merlin. He glanced over his shoulder as he unloaded the box and gave her a grin.

"Did you get lo-" Wait. WAIT WAS THAT CHOCOLATE?! "HOLLAND KENNING."

Dropping the ink bottle that was in his hand (thank goodness it was charmed to be unbreakable; not even the seal broke as it bounced against the counter), he reached out and grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the ice cream cone, pulling it away from her mouth. Ugh. Ugh. Holland, why did she have to do these things? A sigh bubbled up his throat as his other hand rubbed the back of his head anxiously.

"You KNOW BETTER."

"Ah that is good then," Marco smiled, "Kids I know would fight over the different ones. I would be safe getting the same one for each of them."

He nodded, "One of each player. That would be 42 galleons in total please." He bent over his little box, and pulled out 7 Australians and 7 Englishmen. "Ah a starter broom you say. I have that. Doesn't go fast, and will not go above 3 feet. Wouldn't want the kids to hurt themselves. One of them is 11 galleons."

He found a paper bag, and put the players in it. "Coming to a total of 53 galleons."

Holland's tongue was hanging out and she tried to REEEACH for the ice cream as it was pulled away from her. Whining, she pulled her tongue back and pouted at Hiroki. "I liiiiiike chocolate." she said, flailing a little bit.

She was not letting go of the ice cream cone, but her free hand had started unpacking quills and special parchment. She shot a glance at Hiroki and FROWNED at him. Whaaaa. She wanted her ice cream.