1. The Portkey

"C'mon Scylla! We have to hurry so we can get a good tent!" My big brother, Kester, shouted at me as we walked through a forest along a trail, as we were on our way to the Quidditch World Cup match, the Irish that I was a huge fan of against Bulgaria.

"Alright! Alright, don't get your pants in a magical twister." I mumbled as I hurried to try and catch up with him as he continued to walk on with his long legs.

Oh how I envy him sometimes.

We finally woods out of the forest and into a clearing on a hill. On the hill was nothing but a dirty, old lonely shoe. I instantly recognized it as a portkey. We made our way towards it when Kester asked me with an eager grin, "Ready?" Kester asked and I smirked back as we laid down on the ground and I said, "God I love these things." Kester laughed and then we both grabbed onto it. We started to twirl wildly in the air, until we let go of the shoe and started to fall back down to the ground - hard.

I sat up, groaning while I said, "Crap, hurt my bum." I mumbled and saw Kester chuckling as he stood up then helped me onto my feet. After brushing off some dirt he looked over the hill and grinned, making me follow in his line of direction to grin as well. As far as the eye could see, tents were made up, with wards and witches walking around. Some were flying in the air on broomsticks.

We started walking through the crowd and I was glad that I had tied my long, blonde hair up as the wizards on broomsticks flew low over us, creating wind. I was smiling as I was looking round, people juggling, eating fire, singing and some getting ready for the match. I was so absorbed in my surroundings that I didn't notice that Kester had stopped walking as I bumped into his back. "Kes? What's up?" I asked but received no answer so I leaned out and saw that our tent was occupied by random wizards.

"Dammit! What are we gonna do now?" I demanded as I looked round disappointed, until I saw an old looking man to be in his forties, with ginger hair looking at us.

"You guys ok there?" He called out to us. We walked over to him and showed him our problem. "Why not share with me and my family. We have plenty of room so it's no trouble." He suggested as Kester rubbed the back of his neck, unsure.

"I don't know. I mean, we've only just met you and we don't want to barge and cause a fuss." Kester replied. The man, however, simply waved his hand, as though he was swatting the comment away. "Well, count me as your friend. The names Arthur Weasley." Mr. Weasley said with a smile as he held his hand out. Kester shook it and replied with a smile, "Kester Avalon and this here is my little sis Scylla." smiled as me which I returned, then opened the tent flap and let us walk in first.

We looked round at the large space on the inside and saw that other teenagers were staring at us. Mr. Weasley walked in and stood behind us and said to the group of teenagers. "Guys, this here is Kester and Scylla Avalon. Their staying with us after they tent was...taken from them." He said, trying to find the right word. He then introduced us to the group, starting with a girl with brown hair named Hermione, a girl with ginger hair named Ginny, a boy with ginger hair called Ron, twins with also ginger hair called Fred and George and lastly, a boy with black hair called Harry Potter, who we both obviously knew but managed to not freak out with excitement.

I smiled and said hi to them all and within five minutes, Hermione and Ginny had dragged me to a corner of the tent and started to ask me questions. "C'mon spill! How many boys have you kissed?" Ginny asked me with a grin. I opened my mouth to reply but my idiot of a brother walked past muttering, "None I hope." I rolled my eyes as the two girls chuckled and answered then anyway. "I've kissed six guys and I've dated them all. But it was only for like one to four months with each of them as they were all idiots."

They nodded in agreement of how boys act when Hermione asked me the next question. "What are your hobbies?"

I smirked then started to list things while counting my fingers, "Drawing, singing, dancing, painting, reading, and quidditch and...Oh pranking." They both then stared at me wide eyes and mouths agape as I stared at them in confusion. "What?" I asked them.

Ginny snapped out of her shocked expression to answer my question. "Those idiotic twins over there that are my brothers love to prank people. They hoping of open their own joke shop one day." I looked over at the twins and saw that Fred, who I easily guessed, was staring at me.

I nodded my head. "Sounds cool, however they will never compare to my standards." I replied with a grin.

Ron and Harry walked over and I guessed they had been overhearing our convocation as Ron asked. "What do you mean?" I grabbed my 12" inch dark brown ward, etched with gothic patterns on the handle, laced with hair from a unicorns man and a feather of a dying phoenix, and waved it over the truck near them that had Weasley & Weasleyetched onto it with gold writing. Luckily, I wasn't seen as I slipped my wand back into my boot and looked up to see Ron looking disappointed as I finished putting my wand away. "Is that it?" He asked.

I simply gave him a look and replied, "Patience." I then looked over to the twins and called out, "Hey! Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee!" The twins looked over at us lot with smirks on their faces.

"And how can we-" George started,

"Help you Scylla?" Fred finished the question.

I tilted my head to the side and asked. "What's in the mysterious truck?"

They had smirks on their faces as Fred went over to open it as George stood beside him as he said. "This dear Scylla, is our truck full of magical and amazing pranks that we have invented. But we won't go into detail as you're not as pro-" George was cut off as both as they took a step back from the truck as my prank unfolded.

Fireworks erupted from the trunk and then formed a look-a-like me, from the blonde hair to the violet eyes, as it laughed and waved at the boys. After a few seconds it then died down to let the space of the tent be filled with silence. After a few moments, I let out a giggle, followed by Hermione and Ginny, then Ron and Harry, followed by Mr. Weasley and Kester, to then the twins themselves. The laughter grew and grew until we couldn't control ourselves. I gasped for air as I tried to control myself, wiping the tears in my eyes. Everyone started to calm down and then Mr. Weasley checked his wristwatch and quickly composed himself. "Everyone quiet down now, the game is going to start soon so we better leave if we want to get a good view." We slowly stopped laughing but Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Harry and I still kept smiling as we made our way from the tent to the stadium.