A/N: Hope you enjoyed the last chapter enough to read this– it's going to be a lot more fun now that Edie will start meeting real witches and wizards. :)

Disclaimer: Own nothing, scared of lawyers, please don't sue me. Thanks!

Edie Fawcett-Lovegood

Edie sat down on the top of the hill to think. This was really, really, really weird, but hey, hadn't she wanted an interesting summer before she had to go back to school and deal with all the stress and pain of applying to universities? She pulled out her notebook and began to write.

Weird Words:

wizards (only because they call themselves that)

muggle (someone who isn't a wizards? People they don't want to see them)

Portkey (said there were lots around Britain, theirs on the hill--- the boot)

World Cup (probably a code name for the event they're meeting for--- said thousands of "wizards" would come. Wiccan rally, possibly?)

Flying/broomsticks (more code words, no idea)

Apparate/Apparition (sounds like "appear," so maybe how they travel)

Other notes:

said other "apparition point" was in the forest

Edie figured that had to be the Black Forest– it was a small dense wood by the village.

seemed to really disappear, like magic

Edie stopped writing at this and had a sudden urge to erase her words. Magic? She knew they called themselves wizards, but could they really be– No. No, no no. It was simply too ridiculous of an idea to entertain. She should go home now, get back in bed, and pretend that none of this had ever happened. What did she think she was doing, anyway? Even if they were wizards (which was absurd!), how was she supposed to get to this World Cup thingy they were meeting at?

Go to the Black Forest and find the other group.

The words seemed to pop, unbidden, into her head.

"That's silly," she said, as if her words would have more force if spoken aloud. "Even if I do find these people, they'll know I'm a… I'm a… muggle." But again, the thought popped into her mind.

The Fawcetts couldn't get tickets.

Edie began to shake a little. She could pretend to be one of the Fawcetts, whomever they were, and say they'd just managed to get tickets right in time… that her parents sent her along first so she wouldn't miss the… Portkey, that was it. Maybe this could work…

She glanced at her watch. 5:10. She didn't know when the next group was slated to take off, but she should get there as soon as possible, just in case. Not knowing what had taken possession of her, and half believing herself quite crazy, Edie sped down the hill and sprinted to the forest. She was hardly even winded when she arrived– maybe there was such a thing as magic after all.

"Oh, don't leave without me! Don't leave without me!" Edie cried as she ran into the wood. "We just got tickets but we missed the last Portkey and Dad said that– Oh!"

Edie had just barely missed running straight into a large group of people standing in such a still circle that she hadn't seen them.

"Er… sorry," she muttered, blushing bright red. An older lady smiled down at Edie kindly, not knowing that she wasn't so much embarrassed as absolutely terrified that her plan had worked. This had to be the group– all fifteen or so of the people, all adults this time, were dressed in such an outlandish fashion as to make it very clear to Edie that she had found the right place. One man wore a woman's apron over a striped men's business suit. The kind older woman had a bright floral muumuu, black stockings and boots, and a pink and yellow raincoat. One man was dressed in a scuba-diving wetsuit. Edie smiled faintly.

"Well, hurry up! Hurry up!" said the man in the suit and apron who was likely the leader of the troupe. "Just touch the corn cob, please, only a finger– that's right. We have about thirty seconds, I expect."

Edie touched her index finger gingerly to a dried-out corn cob half eaten by squirrels. This could not be happening.

"Thanks," said Edie, trying not to look terribly uncomfortable. "We were going to take the Portkey on Stoatshead Hill, but they must've left without us– we just got our tickets. Dad sent me here so we could get a spot at the, er, for the World Cup."

"What's your name, dearie?" asked the kind old woman.

"Fawcett!" Edie said quickly. "Yes, er, Fawcett."

"Oh, yes," said the man in the wetsuit knowingly. "Met your father at the Ministry once, I did. Said he had a daughter at Hogwarts. How do you like it so far?"

Edie tried to smile confidently, but it came out like more of a grimace. Hogwarts? What the heck? "I– I love it. It's great…"

"Here we go!" said the aproned man, saving Edie from answering any more questions. "Three… two… one!"

Before Edie had a chance to prepare, she felt something jerk behind her navel. Her feet lifted off the ground and… she was spinning, everything a blur. Then, she'd fallen flat on her face in the middle of an empty, foggy moor. She got up quickly, and grabbed her camera, which had fallen from her pocket. It was smoking. Turning her back to the others, she tried to turn it on, but a couple sparks spit out of the battery. Well, that was one Christmas present destroyed. She placed it gently onto the grass and sighed– thankfully, no one had seen. They all seemed to be drinking in the surroundings.

"Fifteen past five from the Black Forest, Ottery!" cried a voice from behind her. Edie whirled around, startled. The rest of the group was already talking to two tired-looking men holding clipboards– no, on second glance, it wasn't a clipboard but a thick roll of parchment. A large gold quill was floating in air, scratching onto the roll. Edie nearly passed out.

"Quirke, you said? That's Field Two, site manager's named Payne… yes, travel this early is a pain, I quite agree… Danver? Third field, about a mile's walk. Apparate? No, sorry, not allowed. Site managers all Muggles, couldn't be helped. Diggle, eh? Third field as well. Hey! Put that wand away! There are Muggles about!" and so on and so on. Edie kept to the back of the line. She couldn't have her traveling companions hear that "Fawcett" wasn't on the list.

"And you are?"

Edie looked up nervously. "Er… Lovegood!" she choked. Hadn't she heard that the Lovegoods were already at the site?

"You must be Luna, then? Xeno said you might pop in and out."

"That's right," said Edie. "I'm Luna."

"You know, my niece is in Ravenclaw House," said the man with the parchment, musing. "How do you like it?"

"Oh, oh, it's very nice," said Edie. Ravenclaw House? Her school had a house system too– it wasn't uncommon– but she had never heard of Ravenclaw House. Unless… was it part of that Hogwarts school she'd been asked about? "I– I love Hogwarts."

The man nodded pleasantly; Edie had clearly hit upon the right answer. Thank goodness! She had felt for a moment that she was going to pass out– her legs were still like jelly.

"You're field one, ask for Mr. Rob– oh, well, you've already been down there! Have fun, and tell your father hello for me!"

Edie smiled and nodded, heading down the path to field one, so lost in her thoughts that she hardly realized she'd reached the site, even when she passed a ridiculously large silk tents with peacocks mulling about outside. Then, she stopped stock-still.

There they were– the red-headed family she had seen on Stoatshead Hill! They had just put up two tents and were crawling inside. Edie gasped and turned away, afraid that the black-haired boy really had seen her and would recognize her for not being magic.

"Hey!"

"You look a bit hungry, hmm?"

"The snack spots here are terribly expensive, though."

"We can give you something for free. Here, take a toffee."

It was the twins, the stocky red-haired twins from the Hill. They were grinning, one of them holding a brightly wrapped candy out for her to take. Edie shook her head.

"I- I'm not hungry… I have to go…" Edie turned, but one of the twins had circled around to block her exit.

"You look a little lost," he said.

"There are some dangerous characters around here, you know."

Edie shook her head feebly and slid out of the twins' grasp. She was walking as fast as she could when one of them yelled after her–

"We know what you are!"

Edie spun around, eyes wide. "Wh- what are you talking about?"

"It's actually quite impressive, when you think about it," said one of the boys. "A Muggle, getting to the Quidditch World Cup."

"Although…" said the other, drawing himself up and crossing his arms severely. "It's quite against the rules. If anybody found out, you'd have your memory wiped like that!" He snapped.

Edie looked up desperately. "I didn't know– I just was sleeping when I heard… I just wanted to see!" she cried. "Don't wipe my memory, please! I won't tell anyone I saw any of this, I swear! I just want to remember… You won't report me, will you?"