My Stupid Sister

After dinner, Albert sat in the living room with his family, watching the television news while casually chatting in a foreign language about mundane matters of daily life.

Fresh from her bath, Nia emerged from the washroom and quietly approached Albert from behind. He was flipping through the newspaper and chatting with Luke about Eastern cuisine. Reaching over the sofa, she wrapped her arms around Albert's neck from behind.

"My dear brother, when are you taking me to watch a Quidditch match?"

"My dear sister, are you trying to strangle your brother to death?" Albert raised a hand and patted Nia's fair arm, signaling for her to let go.

"No, I'm just asking for the exact date." The girl pouted unhappily. "You know how much I've been looking forward to the Quidditch match."

"Nia, you need to be a little patient," Luke told his granddaughter. "No one knows how long a Quidditch match will last. It might end in a few hours, or it might take days, or even longer."

"Apparently, the longest Quidditch match lasted around three months." As Albert leafed through the newspaper, he said to Nia, "So don't rush. Get everything you'll need ready first."

"Three months? Are they insane?" Nia found it unbelievable. A Quidditch match could actually last three months? And how on earth did they keep going for that long?

"Maybe they were insane. I can't really understand it either, but some matches do last a very long time." Albert turned to the Quidditch section of the newspaper and pointed at the round-of-sixteen bracket. "You'll have to wait a few more days. The round of sixteen isn't over yet. If we go now, we won't have tickets and won't be able to watch the matches. We'll just be stuck waiting at the campsite."

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