Chapter 2!
Still Taylor's POV
I laid my head down and barely fell asleep before Mrs. Weasley was shaking me gently, "Taylor hun, rise and shine."
For about three seconds I was confused, usually Mrs. Weasley let everyone sleep in to their liking. Then I remembered: WE WERE GOING TO THE CUP! I jumped up excited as she went to wake Ginny and Hermione. Out of my trunk I pulled another suicase that held my muggle clothes. I pulled out a pair of tight fitting jeans that were almost ripped to shreds, in an amazingly cool way. Then I took out a black tank top and a jean half jacket that was the same color of my jeans. After dressing I stuck on some black converse then did my hair and make up.
I made my way down the stairs. Mrs. Weasley was stirring a large pot on the stove and Mr. Weasley was checking the tickets with a happy look on his face. I was the first person down. "Good morning Taylor!" Mr. Weasley greeted.
"Morning." I said through a yawn sitting down. I looked his clothing over, an old golfing sweater in a crimson red color, very old jeans that showed their age, and a leather belt. I hid my smile behing the blueberry muffin that Mrs. Weasley had just handed me. I finished the last bite as the guys came down the stairs.
Harry was eyeing Mr. Weasley's clothing appraising it for muggle quality. "What d'you think?" he asked anxiously. "We're supposed to go incognito-do I look like a Muggle, Harry?"
"Yeah." Harry said smiling. "Very good."
"Where're Bill and Charlie and Per-Per-Percy?" said George, failing to stifle a huge yawn.
"Well, they're Apparating, aren't they?" said Mrs. Weasley, heaving the large pot over to the tableand starting to ladle porridge into bowls for everyone but me, I can not stand the texture of oatmeal it reminds me of puke. "So they can have a bit of a lie-in. "
"So they're still in bed?" said Fred grumpily, pulling his bowl of porridge toward him. "Why can't we Apparate too?""
"Because you're not of age and you haven't passed your test, " snapped Mrs. Weasley. I thought about how unusually snappy she was with them. This definetly had to do with their OWLs and wanting to be joke shop owners. I looked over at Fred, I knew he was probably taking this harder then he was letting on. He might be a clown but he still wanted his mum to be proud of him. I made a mental note to talk to him about it. "And where have those other girls got to?" She bustled out of the kitchen and we heard her climbing the stairs.
"You have to pass a test to Apparate?" Harry asked.
"Oh yes, " said Mr. Weasley, tucking the tickets safely into the back pocket of his jeans. "TheDepartment of Magical Transportation had to fine a couple of people the other day for Apparating without a license. It's not easy, Apparition, and when it's not done property it can lead to nasty complications. This pair I'm talking about went and splinched themselves. " We all winced at that thought except Harry.
"Er-splinched?" said Harry. I tried not to smile at his small wizard vocabulary, I had taken what you could call the Hermione Granger plan in my first year and knew almost every wizarding word you could think of in the English language.
"They left half of themselves behind, " said Mr. Weasley, now spooning large amounts of treacle onto his porridge. "So, of course, they were stuck. Couldn't move either way. Had to wait for the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad to sort them out. Meant a fair old bit of paperwork, I can tell you, what with the Muggles who spotted the body parts they'd left behind... "
I tried to catch Fred's eye. He was starring into his porridge and off in his own world for the moment though. "Were they okay?" Harry asked, startled.
"Oh yes, " said Mr. Weasley matter-of-factly. "But they got a heavy fine, and I don't think they'll betrying it again in a hurry. You don't mess around with Apparition. There are plenty of adult wizards who don't bother with it. Prefer brooms-slower, but safer. "
"But Bill and Charlie and Percy can all do it?" Harry now had a loook as if he were trying to get all the facts straight.
"Charlie had to take the test twice, " said Fred, grinning. "He failed the first time. Apparated five miles south of where he meant to, right on top of some poor old dear doing her shopping, remember?"
"Yes, well, he passed the second time, " said Mrs. Weasley, marching back into the kitchen amid hearty sniggers.
"Percy only passed two weeks ago, " said George. "He's been Apparating downstairs every morning since, just to prove he can." The twins and I shared an eye roll.
Hermione and Ginny came into the kitchen, both looked like they had drank too much the night before, but that's just my comparison for saying they were tired and chalky looking. "Why do we have to be up so early?" Ginny asked in a bit of a whinning voice as she rubbed her eyes and sat down at the table.
"We've got a bit of a walk, " said Mr. Weasley.
"Walk?" said Harry. "What, are we walking to the World Cup?" I couldn't help but laugh. I quickly appologised.
"No, no, that's miles away, " said Mr. Weasley, smiling. "We only need to walk a short way. It's just that it's very difficult for a large number of wizards to congregate without attracting Muggle attention. We have to be very careful about how we travel at the best of times, and on a huge occasion like the Quidditch World Cup... "
"George!" said Mrs. Weasley sharply, and they all jumped. "What?" said George, in an innocent tone that deceived nobody. I looked at him with the Well-You-Caught look I had perfected a long time ago, George got caught that often.
"What is that in your pocket?"
"Nothing!"
"Don't you lie to me!"Mrs. Weasley pointed her wand at George's pocket and said, "Accio!"Several small, brightly colored objects, that I figured out immediatly as Ton-Tongue Toffees, zoomed out of George's pocket; he made a grab for them but missed, and they sped right into Mrs. Weasley's outstretched hand. "We told you to destroy them!" said Mrs. Weasley furiously, holding them up. "We told you to get rid of the lot! Empty your pockets, go on, both of you!"
It was an unpleasant scene; the twins had evidently been trying to smuggle as many toffees out of the house as possible, and it was only by using her Summoning Charm that Mrs. Weasley managed to find them all. "Accio! Accio! Accio!" she shouted, and toffees zoomed from all sorts of unlikely places, including the lining of George's jacket and the turn-ups of Fred's jeans.
"We spent six months developing those!" Fred shouted at his mother as she threw the toffees away. I nudged him muttering for him to just shut up.
"Oh a fine way to spend six months!" she shrieked. "No wonder you didn't get more O. W. L. S!" All in all, the atmosphere was not very friendly as we took our departure. Mrs. Weasley was still furious, and you could tell by the red patches in her cheeks, as she kissed Mr. Weasley on his cheek. But it wasn't comparable to Fred and George's anger, they had each hoisted their rucksacks onto their backs and walked out without a word to her. I followed without much of a choice. "Well, have a lovely time, " said Mrs. Weasley, "and behave yourselves, " she called after the our retreating backs, but they did not look back or answer I felt bad for all of us having to put up with this feud. "I'll send Bill, Charlie, and Percy along around midday, " Mrs. Weasley called. We were about ten yards ahead of everybody. It was chilly and the moon was still out. Only a dull, greenish tinge along the horizon to our right showed that soon the sun would be out.
Finally Fred and George slowed down and I fell into my place between them. "I just don't understand why she's so set on the ministry! It's not the whole world you know? Who even cares about O.W.L.S.!" Fred fumed.
I touched his arm as a calming technique. "Fred just forget it. Let's not talk about it right now, let's just enjoy the fact that we're going to The World Cup!" I added enthusiasm to the last part hoping for a good response.
Fred turned and smiled at me slightly. He traded a look with George who nodded curtly. I looked between them confused. Suddenly Fred picked me up and twirled me around. I yelped the started demanding he put me down. "Aw come on Tay-bug, we're going to the Cup! Get in the mood!"
He put me down. We trudged down the dark, dank lane toward the village, the silence broken only by our footsteps. The sky lightened very slowly as we made their way through the village, its inky blackness diluting to deepest blue. I shivered slightly, my hands were numb. I leaned against Fred and pulled George closer using their body heat for warmth.
At some point we ended up behind everyone else and I watched as Mr. Weasley consulted his watch every few minutes. When we began to climb Stoatshead Hill none of us had the breath to talk. I stumbled twice in hidden rabbit's holes. On one of them I fell all the way down and flinched having a sticker run into my hand.
When we reached the top Mr. Weasley said, "Whew." He wiped his glasseson his sweater. "We've made good time. We've got ten minutes to spare."
A/N Sorry guys I'm having to head to bed. What'd yall think of the Super Bowl? personally it was a HUGE disappointment. I am a Steelers fan, born that way, bred that way, I'll die that way. Any who, Review PLEASSSSE! thanks!
This is a rush rush rush job to get up, so apologies if I missed any spelling.
