Fred had invited you to join him and his family at the Quiddítch WorId Cup, and the entire group woke up early to prepare for the trip. After a quick journey via Portkey, you arrived at the sprawling campsite that would serve as your home for the duration of the tournament. The air was electric with excitement as you all began to prepare for the day ahead.

The sound of Arthur's excited chatter filled the air in the spacious tent as he recounted tales of past matches, while the rest of the WeasIeys busily unpacked their belongings and arranged their temporary quarters. You and Fred found yourself temporarily separated from the rest of them in the chaos

Fred turned to you with a mischievous grin. "Hey, can you give me a hand with something real quick?" he asked, holding up a brush caked in green and white face paint.

You chuckled and raised an eyebrow at him. "What, you're painting your face for the match?"

Fred shrugged and grinned wider. "Of course! I'm not about to let the Irish team down by not fully supporting them!"

You laughed and shook your head. "You're ridiculous, but sure. Let's get you painted up."

Fred stood still, watching you with a cocky grin as you began painting his face. You carefully swiped the brush along his face as you painted his entire face green and white. Once you were done, he inspected himself in the mirror, nodding in approval.

"Lookin' good," he said, turning back to you with a smirk. "Ready to go cheer on the Irish?"