My Foolish Sister

After dinner, Albert sat in the living room with his family, watching the television news and casually chatting about everyday matters in a foreign language.

Fresh from her bath, Nia emerged from the washroom and quietly came up behind Albert, who 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 patted Nia's fair arm, signaling for her to let go.

"Of course not. 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 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."

"They say the longest Quidditch Match lasted about three months." As Albert read 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 utterly unbelievable. A Quidditch Match lasting three months—and how exactly had they endured it for three whole months?

"Maybe they were insane. I can't really understand it either, but some matches really do last a very long time." Albert turned to the Quidditch section of the newspaper, pointed at the round-of-sixteen bracket, and said to Nia, "We'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 around at the campsite."

"We could go camping there