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{The Heart of a Weasley}{Chapter Two}{Early Start}

The next morning was not fun at all. Mrs Weasley had come into our room and shaken us gently awake.
"Time to get up, Alex, dear." She whispered, before heading over to make sure that Rose, Fred, and George were awake also.
"Already?" George said, rubbing his eyes. I sat up in bed, for fear that I would fall back to sleep if I stayed laying down. I turned towards the window and was ready to squint at the morning sun, but it was still dark outside. Mornings like this can be really fun as you know that you're about to go somewhere exciting, but it can also be a pain in the butt.
Mrs Weasley left the room as soon as we were all awake, most likely to go and wake the rest of the household, or to go and prepare breakfast. I climbed out of bed, and bent down under the window, rummaging through my bag for my clothes.
Rose had to physically pull the bed covers off of Fred and George to get them to move. As soon as they had gotten up, she ushered them out of the room so that Rose and I could get dressed. The twins grabbed their clothes through half-closed eyes, and headed off for the bathroom.
"M-morning." Rose said, stifling a yawn.
"Morning." I returned with a sleepy smile.
I figured a skirt, tights, boots, and a hoodie would do the trick today. We dressed in silence, not really awake enough to start a conversation. With our bags all packed, we headed down into the kitchen.

Mrs Weasley was busy preparing something in a large pot, which was sitting on the hot stove. Mr Weasley was clad in his muggle clothes, and was counting the World Cup tickets over and over. Best to be thorough. Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were sitting at the table, head on their hands, all looking like they wanted to go back to bed.
"Come on, guys. Liven up! We're going to see some quality Quidditch tonight!" Rose said, eagerly trying to get everyone woken up a little bit more. It didn't really have much of an effect as all she got was a 'Mmm' out of George and Harry, but Ron and Fred just stayed quiet. I wandered over to Fred, and started to annoy him, mainly by ruffling his hair so violently that his whole head shook, and by gently prodding his cheek with my finger. It seemed to work as he kept swatting his hand at me, and eventually said,
"Alright, alright, I get the point."
I walked away with a satisfied smile.
Ginny and Hermione then came down the stairs, both with half-closed eyes and droopy expressions.
"Why do we have to be up so early? It's almost criminal."
"We have a bit of a walk to do." Mr Weasley announced, and I hoped that he really did mean 'a bit'.
"What? We're walking to the World Cup?" Harry asked, temporarily lifting his head up from where it was resting on his hand.
"Oh, no no no!" Mr Weasley replied. "That's miles away. We're only walking a short distance to where we'll transport by Portkey. You see, it's hard for us Wizard folk to meet without attracting so much attention from the muggles. We have to be careful, especially with something as big as the Quidditch World C---"
"George!" We all jumped at Mrs Weasley's shout.
"What?" George replied, in his best innocent voice, but Rose, Fred, and I instantly saw through it.
"What is that in your pocket?"
"Nothing!"
"Don't you dare lie to me!" Mrs Weasley's face was fuming red as she pulled out her wand and pointed at George's pocket, shouting "Accio!"
Dozens of multi-coloured sweets shot out of George's pockets into Mrs Weasley's outstretched hand, whilst George tried, unsuccessfully, to catch them. Mrs Weasley by this point was absolutely fuming. She then proceeded to shout at George about the inventions, and also rounded on Fred too. The scene that followed was rather unpleasant; Rose and I knew that the twins were trying to smuggle as many sweets out of the house as possible, but Mrs Weasley wasn't having any of it. She ordered the twins to empty all their pockets, and when they didn't make a move to do so, she continuously shouted "Accio! Accio!" at Fred and George, and sweets zoomed out of the most unlikely places within the twins' clothing.
"We spent six month's developing those!" Fred argued, as Mrs Weasley disposed of all the sweets.
"Oh, a fine way to spend six months!" She argued back, her face the same colour as her hair. "No wonder you didn't get more OWLs!"
Rose and I would have normally been trying to stifle a laugh at the anger on Fred and George's face, but we knew that it wasn't the time. We were standing just as awkwardly as everyone else.

The atmosphere was tense as we made our departure. Mrs Weasley was still furious as she bid us goodbye, but not as furious as the twins, and they had both hoisted their rucksacks onto their backs and left without a word.
"Have a lovely time, and behave yourselves!" She added towards the retreating figures of Fred and George, who were heading towards a little clump of trees situated away from the village of Ottery St.Catchpole.
With a final farewell, the rest of us left the Burrow, and proceeded to follow the twins towards where the Portkey was. Rose and I jogged a little to catch up with them.
Once we reached them, they both had their heads down, and were still wearing angry expressions.
"Oh, come on, you guys. It's not that bad." Rose said, keeping her distance just in case they lost it, which was very rare.
"We spent ages developing those things. She never sees the good in what we do." Fred replied, crossing his arms as we started to climb a bit of a hill.
"I know, honey." I said, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly.
"She'll never take us seriously that we want to open a joke shop rather than follow in our dad's footsteps and work in the Ministry." George added, his expression calming down from the anger,
"She will. It'll just take time. We only have two years left of school, and then you can start your dream." Rose said, smiling.
The twins cheered up eventually, as Rose and I decided to distract them but making them laugh and goofing around. We didn't want the twins to be angry and sad when today was going to be a day of excitement and adrenaline. Plus, it kept our minds off of how cold it was outside, as the moon was still shining brightly in the sky.

The group had resorted to silence as we continued to climb the steep hill. We were near enough panting by the time we reached the top, and so there was no room to make conversation as we were concentrating on getting to the top as quickly as possible. And with such little sleep, the trek was longer.
I grabbed a stitch that had developed in my side, and tried to slow my breathing once we had finally reached the top.
"We've made good time. We have ten minutes." Mr Weasley announced, setting down his bag and wiping his forehead. Fred, George and Rose had sat down by a tree, and so I went over to join them.
"I hope I never have to climb up that hill again." Rose said, taking a swig from her water bottle.
A few minutes later, Mr Weasley got us all searching for the Portkey. None of us felt like moving around for the moment, but we were in no state to argue. We weren't searching for long though as we heard a distance call emit from the other side of the hill top.
"Arthur! Over here, we've got it!" I looked over in the direction of the voice, and saw two figures silhouetted against the sky. We all got our stuff and headed over.
"Amos!" Arthur replied, shaking hands with the man.
Rose and I instantly smiled and ran over to hug the guy who was standing next to the man. It was Cedric Diggory, a very good friend of ours, and our Quidditch captain.
"Hey girls, how are you both?" Cedric asked us, once we had shared a hug.
"We're good, thank you! A bit tired though." Rose replied for the both of us. "You?"
"Yeah, not too bad, thanks." He smiled at us both.
We didn't get a chance to carry on the conversation as Arthur introduced Cedric's dad to us. "This is Amos Diggory everyone. He works with me at the Ministry. And, as most of you probably know, this is his son, Cedric."
"Hi." Cedric smiled, greeting the rest of the group.
Everyone returned with a greeting, apart from Fred and George, who barely nodding in greeting. They had never liked Cedric since Hufflepuff beat Gryffindor in the Quidditch match last year. It surprised Rose and I really because Fred and George didn't even stop talking to us, even though both Rose and I play as Chasers on the Hufflepuff team. Maybe it was because Cedric was the seeker and so he was the one to catch the snitch before Harry. I don't know; Rose and I have never asked as we didn't want tensions to rise.
"Are all these yours, Arthur?" Mr Diggory asked, looking around at all us kids.
"Oh no, just the redheads." Mr Weasley moved to put his hands on my shoulder. "Apart from this one. This is Alex; she is John Summers' daughter." I smiled at Mr Diggory.
"Of course, of course! Pleasure to meet you." He shook my hand, and I smiled at him.
Mr Weasley then introduced the others, "This is Rosemarie, Diego Knight's daughter, this is Hermione, a friend of Ron's, and this is Harry, another friend--"
"Merlin's beard! You're Harry Potter!"
Harry looked a bit uncomfortable as Mr Diggory's eyes had widened at the sight of Harry. "Er – yeah."
Mr Diggory shook Harry's hand, and said "Ced's talked about you, of course. Told us about playing against you last year." Oh no, this is gonna be awkward… "I said to him, I said 'Cedric, that'll be something to tell your grandchildren …You beat Harry Potter!"
I could tell that Harry didn't know what to say. Fred and George's anger was creeping back onto their faces, but Cedric looked slightly embarrassed. He muttered to his dad,
"Harry feel off his broom, dad, I told you, it was an accident…"
"Yes, but you didn't fall off your broom, did you?" Mr Diggory was about to carry on, but Mr Weasley thankfully cut in.
"It must be nearly time. Better get ready." Mr Weasley turned to Harry, Hermione, Rose and I. "All you need to do is touch the Portkey." We nodded to show we understood, and then followed Mr Diggory and Mr Weasley out of the shadow of the trees. We climbed up a slight slope, and then I noticed that there was a manky old boot placed in the middle of the hill top. Muggles wouldn't ordinarily touch such a thing is they stumbled upon it one afternoon, and so it was safe to keep in such an open space.
We all crowded around it, outstretched our hands to touch the boot securely, and waited for the transport to start.
"Okay, three…two…one…" Mr Weasley announced, and then it happened instantly. My stomach was left behind as we were jerked into the air violently, everyone's hair and clothes whipping wildly in the wind. Our surroundings were a blur of colour as we spun faster and faster, making everyone bump into the people next to them. I had to close my eyes almost immediately because everything was spinning and moving too fast and it was making me feel nauseous. However, as soon as I did so, we had all hit the ground with a hard 'thud'. A chorus of groans emitted, as it had been a shock to suddenly hit the ground without any warning. I opened my eyes and sat up, making sure that I wasn't hurt. I looked up, and noticed Cedric, Mr Weasley, and Mr Diggory all land on their feet with elegance. I scowled slightly. Fred then came over and helped me to stand, and I brushed myself off.
Once we were all on our feet once more, we followed the adults once again to the top of the hill. It was a magnificent sight when we looked down into the massive field below.
It was impossible to see the ground beneath the thousands of witches and wizards, the tents, and the millions of souvenirs that were being flew and waved around everywhere. The field was a blur of green, white, red, and black, the colours of the two Quidditch teams; Ireland and Bulgaria.
"Everyone, welcome to the Quidditch World Cup." Mr Diggory announced proudly.
A grin broke out on my face. I was in awe of the picture in front of me. It was absolutely fabulous; I couldn't wait to get settled and join in with all the action.

Walking through the crowd was a challenge, and a delight. It was hard to stay together with the group because there were just so many people about, but it was amazing to see all the different types of things that were going on. Children were running around waving flags and pretending to fly on toy broomsticks, entertainers were juggling, or eating fire, or doing various other tricks, people were charming their signs to flash or twinkle or light up at a certain point, and everyone was just in such a hype that we had to shout to each other to communication properly.
The Diggory's went off in another direction when we were deep into the crowd to find their tent. Our group carried on forwards through the crowd, until we eventually reached our destination. We were all in a bit of a shock when we reached our tent.
It was barely big enough for two people to sleep in, let alone nine of us. But this didn't seem to cross Mr Weasley's mind as he held open one curtain of the tent and ushered us in with the words, "Home sweet home."
We went in one by one, Rose, Mr Weasley and I being the last. But once we were inside the tent, we got the second shock of the day. The tent was easily ten times bigger inside, if not more. It opened up into what I would call the lounge, and then there was a kitchen, a bathroom and a bedroom off to the right, a kitchen table over the back, and two more bedrooms to the left. I opened my mouth in amazement, but a huge grin soon replaced the surprised gaze.
"This is truly astonishing. I will never cease to be amazed with what a witch or wizard can do." I said, slowly walking around the tent, exploring with enthusiasm.
"Alright, Fred, George, Harry and Ron, you're in that bedroom. Girls, you're in that one. And this one is mine." He said, heading over to the bedroom on the right hand side. "Now go and fight each other for what bed you would like."
While us girls just walked to our temporary bedroom, the boys all ran and actually did end up fighting over which bed they wanted. Does it really matter that much? Rose, Ginny, Hermione and I had a good laugh about it while we calmly decided which beds would be ours. Ginny and Rose got the top bunks, while Hermione and I took the bottom ones. Even as we were unpacking our things and talking about who we thought would win the match tonight, we heard the boys still squabbling over which bed they wanted. I laughed and headed into their room, to find that Ron had grabbed the top bunk and Harry the bottom, but Fred and George were both battling to get the top bunk.
"Seriously guys? Is the top bunk really that big of a deal?" I asked, standing in the doorway. They didn't answer me, as Fred had now gotten George in a headlock. Time to break it up I think. I went over and pried them apart with some difficulty as they're both very strong, but they wouldn't risk me getting hurt so they both backed down quickly enough. "You're both sixteen. I think you're old enough to rationally decide which bed you'll be staying in. Besides, you'll only be sleeping in it for one night, so it's no one's loss really."
They both just looked at me, and I know that they were debating whether to listen to me, or to just carry on as they were. I rolled my eyes when they were still staring at me a minute later. "Just do rock paper scissors."
They both looked at me blankly now. I forgot, it's a muggle thing.
I showed them how to do rock, paper, scissors, and George one, so he claimed the top bunk, whilst Fred sat there sulking. It didn't last long because Rose came in and announced that she was going to go and buy some souvenirs. Fred, George, and I decided to tag along with her.

It seemed as though even more people had arrived in the time that we were in the tent, and so it was more difficult to manoeuvre through the crowd. Thankfully, Fred and George were at a tall height of six foot three, and so they could see over the crowd and lead the way towards the nearest souvenir stand.
"Good morning, my friends!" The owner greeted us cheerfully. "What team are you supporting at tonight's match?"
"Well, I'm part Irish, so Ireland for me." I said, picking up a green and white patterned scarf and putting it around my neck.
"Either is fine for us." Rose said, plonking a Bulgarian hat onto her head and wrapping an Irish scarf around her neck.
"Nice combination." I said, laughing at her. She laughed with me.
The twins' decided on Irish hats and Irish scarfs.
"So am I the only one supporting the Bulgarian's?" Rose said, looking at the twins and I, who're all sporting green and white souvenirs.
"You only like the Bulgarian team because you think Viktor Krum is good looking." Fred pointed out, and Rose's cheeks tinted pink.
"I do not!" She said, but all three of us knew she was lying. We all showed her that we weren't convinced. She straightened the hat on her head, secured the scarf around her neck, and picked up an Irish flag. "Well I like the hat." She said, turning towards the salesperson. "I'll take them."
"Great, that'll be two galleons and five sickles please."
Once Rose had paid, the twins and I followed in suit. On the way back to the tent, we bumped into various people that we knew from Hogwarts, including Oliver Wood, who was the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He'd just left Hogwarts last month. He greeted us with a gorgeous smile and that to-die-for Scottish accent, and Rose and I practically melted on the spot. We had both had massive crushes on Oliver over the past year, but didn't do anything about it because we'd get hurt if the other person went out with him, so we had agreed to not date him. But, we still loved to talk about him and gaze at him across the Great Hall.

We didn't hang around long, as he was with his family and we didn't want to intrude, so we made our way back to the tent. By this time, it was nearing nine o'clock, and we were all starting to get hungry again, as we had had breakfast at four in the morning. Rose, Hermione, and I cooked a fried breakfast for everyone, and we all enjoyed sitting around the table in pleasant conversation.
"Okay, I bet you, any money, that Ireland will win, but Krum will catch the snitch. I bet you anything." Fred said, pointing at Ron with his fork.
"Of course Krum will get the snitch. He's a fantastic player. The best in the world...I'd love to meet him in person…" Ron trailed off, smiling.
"I think you're in love, Ron." George said, making the whole table laugh as Ron snapped out of it, and argued back.
"I'm not in love with him! He's just fantastic!"
Fred and George wouldn't let it go after that. I felt sorry for Ron, as it wasn't easy to win against the twins, but it was also hilarious as we were all laughing for the rest of the breakfast time. Ron eventually gave up trying to explain himself, and just kept piling food onto his plate. Harry had then revealed that Ron had purchased a toy figure of Krum from one of the souvenir stands, which had us all exploding with laughter again. Ron didn't speak to us for the majority of the afternoon, but soon perked up when it was time to leave for the Match in the early evening.

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{The Heart of a Weasley}{Chapter Two}{Early Start}

The next morning was not fun at all. Mrs Weasley had come into our room and shaken us gently awake.
"Time to get up, Alex, dear." She whispered, before heading over to make sure that Rose, Fred, and George were awake also.
"Already?" George said, rubbing his eyes. I sat up in bed, for fear that I would fall back to sleep if I stayed laying down. I turned towards the window and was ready to squint at the morning sun, but it was still dark outside. Mornings like this can be really fun as you know that you're about to go somewhere exciting, but it can also be a pain in the butt.
Mrs Weasley left the room as soon as we were all awake, most likely to go and wake the rest of the household, or to go and prepare breakfast. I climbed out of bed, and bent down under the window, rummaging through my bag for my clothes.
Rose had to physically pull the bed covers off of Fred and George to get them to move. As soon as they had gotten up, she ushered them out of the room so that Rose and I could get dressed. The twins grabbed their clothes through half-closed eyes, and headed off for the bathroom.
"M-morning." Rose said, stifling a yawn.
"Morning." I returned with a sleepy smile.
I figured a skirt, tights, boots, and a hoodie would do the trick today. We dressed in silence, not really awake enough to start a conversation. With our bags all packed, we headed down into the kitchen.

Mrs Weasley was busy preparing something in a large pot, which was sitting on the hot stove. Mr Weasley was clad in his muggle clothes, and was counting the World Cup tickets over and over. Best to be thorough. Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were sitting at the table, head on their hands, all looking like they wanted to go back to bed.
"Come on, guys. Liven up! We're going to see some quality Quidditch tonight!" Rose said, eagerly trying to get everyone woken up a little bit more. It didn't really have much of an effect as all she got was a 'Mmm' out of George and Harry, but Ron and Fred just stayed quiet. I wandered over to Fred, and started to annoy him, mainly by ruffling his hair so violently that his whole head shook, and by gently prodding his cheek with my finger. It seemed to work as he kept swatting his hand at me, and eventually said,
"Alright, alright, I get the point."
I walked away with a satisfied smile.
Ginny and Hermione then came down the stairs, both with half-closed eyes and droopy expressions.
"Why do we have to be up so early? It's almost criminal."
"We have a bit of a walk to do." Mr Weasley announced, and I hoped that he really did mean 'a bit'.
"What? We're walking to the World Cup?" Harry asked, temporarily lifting his head up from where it was resting on his hand.
"Oh, no no no!" Mr Weasley replied. "That's miles away. We're only walking a short distance to where we'll transport by Portkey. You see, it's hard for us Wizard folk to meet without attracting so much attention from the muggles. We have to be careful, especially with something as big as the Quidditch World C---"
"George!" We all jumped at Mrs Weasley's shout.
"What?" George replied, in his best innocent voice, but Rose, Fred, and I instantly saw through it.
"What is that in your pocket?"
"Nothing!"
"Don't you dare lie to me!" Mrs Weasley's face was fuming red as she pulled out her wand and pointed at George's pocket, shouting "Accio!"
Dozens of multi-coloured sweets shot out of George's pockets into Mrs Weasley's outstretched hand, whilst George tried, unsuccessfully, to catch them. Mrs Weasley by this point was absolutely fuming. She then proceeded to shout at George about the inventions, and also rounded on Fred too. The scene that followed was rather unpleasant; Rose and I knew that the twins were trying to smuggle as many sweets out of the house as possible, but Mrs Weasley wasn't having any of it. She ordered the twins to empty all their pockets, and when they didn't make a move to do so, she continuously shouted "Accio! Accio!" at Fred and George, and sweets zoomed out of the most unlikely places within the twins' clothing.
"We spent six month's developing those!" Fred argued, as Mrs Weasley disposed of all the sweets.
"Oh, a fine way to spend six months!" She argued back, her face the same colour as her hair. "No wonder you didn't get more OWLs!"
Rose and I would have normally been trying to stifle a laugh at the anger on Fred and George's face, but we knew that it wasn't the time. We were standing just as awkwardly as everyone else.

The atmosphere was tense as we made our departure. Mrs Weasley was still furious as she bid us goodbye, but not as furious as the twins, and they had both hoisted their rucksacks onto their backs and left without a word.
"Have a lovely time, and behave yourselves!" She added towards the retreating figures of Fred and George, who were heading towards a little clump of trees situated away from the village of Ottery St.Catchpole.
With a final farewell, the rest of us left the Burrow, and proceeded to follow the twins towards where the Portkey was. Rose and I jogged a little to catch up with them.
Once we reached them, they both had their heads down, and were still wearing angry expressions.
"Oh, come on, you guys. It's not that bad." Rose said, keeping her distance just in case they lost it, which was very rare.
"We spent ages developing those things. She never sees the good in what we do." Fred replied, crossing his arms as we started to climb a bit of a hill.
"I know, honey." I said, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly.
"She'll never take us seriously that we want to open a joke shop rather than follow in our dad's footsteps and work in the Ministry." George added, his expression calming down from the anger,
"She will. It'll just take time. We only have two years left of school, and then you can start your dream." Rose said, smiling.
The twins cheered up eventually, as Rose and I decided to distract them but making them laugh and goofing around. We didn't want the twins to be angry and sad when today was going to be a day of excitement and adrenaline. Plus, it kept our minds off of how cold it was outside, as the moon was still shining brightly in the sky.

The group had resorted to silence as we continued to climb the steep hill. We were near enough panting by the time we reached the top, and so there was no room to make conversation as we were concentrating on getting to the top as quickly as possible. And with such little sleep, the trek was longer.
I grabbed a stitch that had developed in my side, and tried to slow my breathing once we had finally reached the top.
"We've made good time. We have ten minutes." Mr Weasley announced, setting down his bag and wiping his forehead. Fred, George and Rose had sat down by a tree, and so I went over to join them.
"I hope I never have to climb up that hill again." Rose said, taking a swig from her water bottle.
A few minutes later, Mr Weasley got us all searching for the Portkey. None of us felt like moving around for the moment, but we were in no state to argue. We weren't searching for long though as we heard a distance call emit from the other side of the hill top.
"Arthur! Over here, we've got it!" I looked over in the direction of the voice, and saw two figures silhouetted against the sky. We all got our stuff and headed over.
"Amos!" Arthur replied, shaking hands with the man.
Rose and I instantly smiled and ran over to hug the guy who was standing next to the man. It was Cedric Diggory, a very good friend of ours, and our Quidditch captain.
"Hey girls, how are you both?" Cedric asked us, once we had shared a hug.
"We're good, thank you! A bit tired though." Rose replied for the both of us. "You?"
"Yeah, not too bad, thanks." He smiled at us both.
We didn't get a chance to carry on the conversation as Arthur introduced Cedric's dad to us. "This is Amos Diggory everyone. He works with me at the Ministry. And, as most of you probably know, this is his son, Cedric."
"Hi." Cedric smiled, greeting the rest of the group.
Everyone returned with a greeting, apart from Fred and George, who barely nodding in greeting. They had never liked Cedric since Hufflepuff beat Gryffindor in the Quidditch match last year. It surprised Rose and I really because Fred and George didn't even stop talking to us, even though both Rose and I play as Chasers on the Hufflepuff team. Maybe it was because Cedric was the seeker and so he was the one to catch the snitch before Harry. I don't know; Rose and I have never asked as we didn't want tensions to rise.
"Are all these yours, Arthur?" Mr Diggory asked, looking around at all us kids.
"Oh no, just the redheads." Mr Weasley moved to put his hands on my shoulder. "Apart from this one. This is Alex; she is John Summers' daughter." I smiled at Mr Diggory.
"Of course, of course! Pleasure to meet you." He shook my hand, and I smiled at him.
Mr Weasley then introduced the others, "This is Rosemarie, Diego Knight's daughter, this is Hermione, a friend of Ron's, and this is Harry, another friend--"
"Merlin's beard! You're Harry Potter!"
Harry looked a bit uncomfortable as Mr Diggory's eyes had widened at the sight of Harry. "Er – yeah."
Mr Diggory shook Harry's hand, and said "Ced's talked about you, of course. Told us about playing against you last year." Oh no, this is gonna be awkward… "I said to him, I said 'Cedric, that'll be something to tell your grandchildren …You beat Harry Potter!"
I could tell that Harry didn't know what to say. Fred and George's anger was creeping back onto their faces, but Cedric looked slightly embarrassed. He muttered to his dad,
"Harry feel off his broom, dad, I told you, it was an accident…"
"Yes, but you didn't fall off your broom, did you?" Mr Diggory was about to carry on, but Mr Weasley thankfully cut in.
"It must be nearly time. Better get ready." Mr Weasley turned to Harry, Hermione, Rose and I. "All you need to do is touch the Portkey." We nodded to show we understood, and then followed Mr Diggory and Mr Weasley out of the shadow of the trees. We climbed up a slight slope, and then I noticed that there was a manky old boot placed in the middle of the hill top. Muggles wouldn't ordinarily touch such a thing is they stumbled upon it one afternoon, and so it was safe to keep in such an open space.
We all crowded around it, outstretched our hands to touch the boot securely, and waited for the transport to start.
"Okay, three…two…one…" Mr Weasley announced, and then it happened instantly. My stomach was left behind as we were jerked into the air violently, everyone's hair and clothes whipping wildly in the wind. Our surroundings were a blur of colour as we spun faster and faster, making everyone bump into the people next to them. I had to close my eyes almost immediately because everything was spinning and moving too fast and it was making me feel nauseous. However, as soon as I did so, we had all hit the ground with a hard 'thud'. A chorus of groans emitted, as it had been a shock to suddenly hit the ground without any warning. I opened my eyes and sat up, making sure that I wasn't hurt. I looked up, and noticed Cedric, Mr Weasley, and Mr Diggory all land on their feet with elegance. I scowled slightly. Fred then came over and helped me to stand, and I brushed myself off.
Once we were all on our feet once more, we followed the adults once again to the top of the hill. It was a magnificent sight when we looked down into the massive field below.
It was impossible to see the ground beneath the thousands of witches and wizards, the tents, and the millions of souvenirs that were being flew and waved around everywhere. The field was a blur of green, white, red, and black, the colours of the two Quidditch teams; Ireland and Bulgaria.
"Everyone, welcome to the Quidditch World Cup." Mr Diggory announced proudly.
A grin broke out on my face. I was in awe of the picture in front of me. It was absolutely fabulous; I couldn't wait to get settled and join in with all the action.

Walking through the crowd was a challenge, and a delight. It was hard to stay together with the group because there were just so many people about, but it was amazing to see all the different types of things that were going on. Children were running around waving flags and pretending to fly on toy broomsticks, entertainers were juggling, or eating fire, or doing various other tricks, people were charming their signs to flash or twinkle or light up at a certain point, and everyone was just in such a hype that we had to shout to each other to communication properly.
The Diggory's went off in another direction when we were deep into the crowd to find their tent. Our group carried on forwards through the crowd, until we eventually reached our destination. We were all in a bit of a shock when we reached our tent.
It was barely big enough for two people to sleep in, let alone nine of us. But this didn't seem to cross Mr Weasley's mind as he held open one curtain of the tent and ushered us in with the words, "Home sweet home."
We went in one by one, Rose, Mr Weasley and I being the last. But once we were inside the tent, we got the second shock of the day. The tent was easily ten times bigger inside, if not more. It opened up into what I would call the lounge, and then there was a kitchen, a bathroom and a bedroom off to the right, a kitchen table over the back, and two more bedrooms to the left. I opened my mouth in amazement, but a huge grin soon replaced the surprised gaze.
"This is truly astonishing. I will never cease to be amazed with what a witch or wizard can do." I said, slowly walking around the tent, exploring with enthusiasm.
"Alright, Fred, George, Harry and Ron, you're in that bedroom. Girls, you're in that one. And this one is mine." He said, heading over to the bedroom on the right hand side. "Now go and fight each other for what bed you would like."
While us girls just walked to our temporary bedroom, the boys all ran and actually did end up fighting over which bed they wanted. Does it really matter that much? Rose, Ginny, Hermione and I had a good laugh about it while we calmly decided which beds would be ours. Ginny and Rose got the top bunks, while Hermione and I took the bottom ones. Even as we were unpacking our things and talking about who we thought would win the match tonight, we heard the boys still squabbling over which bed they wanted. I laughed and headed into their room, to find that Ron had grabbed the top bunk and Harry the bottom, but Fred and George were both battling to get the top bunk.
"Seriously guys? Is the top bunk really that big of a deal?" I asked, standing in the doorway. They didn't answer me, as Fred had now gotten George in a headlock. Time to break it up I think. I went over and pried them apart with some difficulty as they're both very strong, but they wouldn't risk me getting hurt so they both backed down quickly enough. "You're both sixteen. I think you're old enough to rationally decide which bed you'll be staying in. Besides, you'll only be sleeping in it for one night, so it's no one's loss really."
They both just looked at me, and I know that they were debating whether to listen to me, or to just carry on as they were. I rolled my eyes when they were still staring at me a minute later. "Just do rock paper scissors."
They both looked at me blankly now. I forgot, it's a muggle thing.
I showed them how to do rock, paper, scissors, and George one, so he claimed the top bunk, whilst Fred sat there sulking. It didn't last long because Rose came in and announced that she was going to go and buy some souvenirs. Fred, George, and I decided to tag along with her.

It seemed as though even more people had arrived in the time that we were in the tent, and so it was more difficult to manoeuvre through the crowd. Thankfully, Fred and George were at a tall height of six foot three, and so they could see over the crowd and lead the way towards the nearest souvenir stand.
"Good morning, my friends!" The owner greeted us cheerfully. "What team are you supporting at tonight's match?"
"Well, I'm part Irish, so Ireland for me." I said, picking up a green and white patterned scarf and putting it around my neck.
"Either is fine for us." Rose said, plonking a Bulgarian hat onto her head and wrapping an Irish scarf around her neck.
"Nice combination." I said, laughing at her. She laughed with me.
The twins' decided on Irish hats and Irish scarfs.
"So am I the only one supporting the Bulgarian's?" Rose said, looking at the twins and I, who're all sporting green and white souvenirs.
"You only like the Bulgarian team because you think Viktor Krum is good looking." Fred pointed out, and Rose's cheeks tinted pink.
"I do not!" She said, but all three of us knew she was lying. We all showed her that we weren't convinced. She straightened the hat on her head, secured the scarf around her neck, and picked up an Irish flag. "Well I like the hat." She said, turning towards the salesperson. "I'll take them."
"Great, that'll be two galleons and five sickles please."
Once Rose had paid, the twins and I followed in suit. On the way back to the tent, we bumped into various people that we knew from Hogwarts, including Oliver Wood, who was the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He'd just left Hogwarts last month. He greeted us with a gorgeous smile and that to-die-for Scottish accent, and Rose and I practically melted on the spot. We had both had massive crushes on Oliver over the past year, but didn't do anything about it because we'd get hurt if the other person went out with him, so we had agreed to not date him. But, we still loved to talk about him and gaze at him across the Great Hall.

We didn't hang around long, as he was with his family and we didn't want to intrude, so we made our way back to the tent. By this time, it was nearing nine o'clock, and we were all starting to get hungry again, as we had had breakfast at four in the morning. Rose, Hermione, and I cooked a fried breakfast for everyone, and we all enjoyed sitting around the table in pleasant conversation.
"Okay, I bet you, any money, that Ireland will win, but Krum will catch the snitch. I bet you anything." Fred said, pointing at Ron with his fork.
"Of course Krum will get the snitch. He's a fantastic player. The best in the world...I'd love to meet him in person…" Ron trailed off, smiling.
"I think you're in love, Ron." George said, making the whole table laugh as Ron snapped out of it, and argued back.
"I'm not in love with him! He's just fantastic!"
Fred and George wouldn't let it go after that. I felt sorry for Ron, as it wasn't easy to win against the twins, but it was also hilarious as we were all laughing for the rest of the breakfast time. Ron eventually gave up trying to explain himself, and just kept piling food onto his plate. Harry had then revealed that Ron had purchased a toy figure of Krum from one of the souvenir stands, which had us all exploding with laughter again. Ron didn't speak to us for the majority of the afternoon, but soon perked up when it was time to leave for the Match in the early evening.