Standing to the side of Bill, who was still lightly rubbing her back in hopes that it would calm her, Quinn began chewing on the inside of her cheek once more as Arthur introduced her superior to his family. How the man could say everything was going to plan Quinn could not work out. None of the witches and wizards here to watch were following the rules. Many of which were within Ludo's view. Just to the left of him, the woman who had been putting the tent up with magic had moved onto cooking lunch, her pots and pans jumping across the grass to the fire. To his right, a child, not much older than 2, had gotten hold of a wand and was sending sparks off in every direction, the grass catching fire multiple times. Then, behind him, there were violet sparks shooting up into the air, obviously form a magical fire of sorts.

Eyes and mouth wide open with shock, Quinn stepped forwards, catching the attention of a group of fatigued looking Ministry workers. Pushing past Ludo and away from Bill, Quinn watched as they stepped to her, the tallest catching her attention and calling her over.

"Do people not listen nowadays?" Quinn questioned as he stood beside her, shaking his head at the sparks.

"Not unless they think it is worth something to them." Mason sighed turning to the woman, no longer stood with his shoulders hanging but upright. "What do we need to do?"

"Don't worry, I'll go deal with it. I need to find Crouch anyway." The duo shared a look of annoyance. "Maybe he had seen it and realised that we should have had extra workers on Magic watch."

"I think someone suggested that to him when we began planning," Mason spoke, putting a look of extreme thought onto his face. "I do believe he shot it down claiming that everyone will listen."

"Really, I can't remember that at all," Quinn stated sarcastically. "Anyway, I'm going to go and check on whatever that is."

"Don't you worry, we'll go." Mason stated as he placed his hand on her shoulder. "We are supposed to be telling the Irish to take down their decorations, but we all support the Irish so that isn't going to happen. And, you seem a little busy here."

"Shut up Moon." Quinn muttered turning slightly red as Mason nodded at Bill. "If anyone questions it, the Irish decorations that is, tell them that Mrs Finnigan refused." Quinn whispered loud enough for Mason to hear but no-one else. "Heard that she was a little difficult, can't remember who from though."

"Will do." Mason nodded as he stepped off. "I will indeed go and check it out Miss Riddle."

"Thank you, Mr Moon." Quinn stated before spotting the others beside him. "Take the rest of the team with you, you have no idea what it is."

"Of course, Miss Riddle." Mason stated looking at the rest of his team who seemed to be a mix of agitated and thankful for something to do.

"If there are any problems don't hesitate on finding me." Quinn called out before turning back to the Weasley's and moving back next to Bill who was looking confused at Mason. "Mason Moon. Your year at school. One of the few people in the office who actually respect the fact that I'm their superior."

"Moon, Slytherin Prefect?" Quinn nodded. "He's the one who spent the whole time trying to get away from being a Moon."

"I think that's why he respects me," Quinn stated as she looked at Bill, whose face had grown confused. "He knows what it's like to have a name that drags you down."

Unsure on what to say back, Bill was thankful when the twins quite loudly announced that they were back. Watching as Hermione and Ginny shared an unamused look Quinn turned her attention back to Arthur and Ludo who were now looking at the twins.

"These two are Fred and George." Looking at the twins, Quinn could see Arthurs face contort with confusion.

"George is the taller one," Quinn announced as she realised why Arthur's face had turned confused.

"Right, thanks Quinn," Arthur spoke nodding at her. "As you know, that is Quinn. Oh, and that with her is my eldest son Bill. He is only down for the World Cup, works in the Egypt branch of Gringotts. Though, I haven't seen all that much of him since he has come back, spends a lot of time washing up." Behind Arthur the twins began choking on the laughter they were struggling to hold back at Quinn and Bill's faces at the mention of washing up. "Everyone, this is Ludo Bagman, you know who he is, it's thanks to him we have such good tickets. Well, Ludo and Quinn who let us use her second ticket to get both Harry and Hermione here."

Bagman beamed and waved his hand as if to say that it was nothing while Quinn let a small modest smile form on her face. When she had first overheard Arthur and Molly's conversation about who to take out of Ron's two closest friends, she had offered and Molly, being Molly, turned it down. However, after many arguments, mostly Quinn stating the fact that she wasn't going to use it so it would be going to waste, she had accepted. Both Harry and Hermione smiled thankfully at her, but Quinn just shrugged it off. To her it was truly nothing.

Looking at Arthur, Ludo's face lit up with a sudden look of realisation. "Fancy a flutter on the match Arthur?" He asked enthusiastically, shaking what seemed to be a large amount of gold in his pockets. Much to Quinn's disappointment, his question made the twins eyes lightly up and they began digging around in their pockets for any old they had. Molly was going to kill all the adults there if she found out, but there was no point trying to talk the two boys out of it now. "I've already got Roddy Pontner betting me Bulgaria will score first - I offered him nice odds, considering Ireland's front three are the strongest I've seen in years - and little Agatha Timms has put up half shares in her eel farm on a weeklong match."

Arthur looked at Ludo's hopeful face, considering saying no for a second before nodding his head at the man's hopeful face. ""Oh...go on then. Let's see...a Galleon on Ireland to win?"

"A galleon," Ludo exclaimed a mix of shock and disappointment etched onto his face, yet he recovered quickly, his eyes scanning the group. "Very well, any other takers?" Quinn and Bill shook their hands and Charlie declined politely before George coughed catching Ludo's attention.

"We'll bet thirty-seven Galleons, fifteen Sickles, three Knuts," declared Fred as he and George stepped forwards, their father's eyes wide with shock and fear, "that Ireland wins - but Viktor Krum gets the Snitch. Oh, and we'll throw in a fake wand."

From beside Ludo, Percy hissed something that was inaudible to Quinn, but she noticed his face turn shocked as Ludo took the fake wand from Georges hand, his face shining with a child-like joy. Then when the wand gave a loud squawk and turned into a rubber chicken, Bagman roared with laughter.

"Excellent!" Ludo cried after he had composed himself completely. "I haven't seen one this convincing in years. I'd pay 5 Galleons for it."

Between Percy's diaproving and stunned look and Arthurs hushed words, Quinn lost interest in the conversation, her eyes scanning the area behind Ludo hoping that Crouch would be trying to find him. As much as Ludo had told Quinn not to worry about the event, she was always going to worry and knew that checking with Crouch may help ease the nerves. Yet, that would involve her finding him.

"Mr. Crouch?" said Percy, catching Quinn's attention, her head flicking up so fast she could have gotten whiplash. "He speaks over two hundred! Mermish and Gobbledegook and Troll..."

"Anyone can speak Troll," proclaimed Fred contemptuously. "All you have to do is point and grunt."

Holding back a laugh, Quinn watched as Percy threw Fred a glare as he stoked the fire vigorously to bring the kettle back to the boil. Quickly, the conversation turned to the disappearance of Bertha Jorkins, as Ludo took a seat on the grass with the Weasleys. Not really wanting to hear yet another argument between Percy and Arthur about what should be done about the disappearance, Quinn quickly made herself a coffee from the kettle that had just boiled for Ludo's tea.

"That stuff is going to kill you, you know." Bill smirked as he wrapped his arms around Quinn, hugging her tightly from behind. Enjoying the comfort of Bill's contact, Quinn ignored the stares from the girls and chuckles from the twins as she sipped her coffee.

"I would rather drink this and die than have another glass of luke warm water and live remembering the taste." Quinn declared quietly.

Smiling at her comment, Bill took in a deep breath before saying what he had been meaning to say for the whole day, "After all this has finished, you should join me in Egypt. I mean, only if you want to. You could easily get a job with the Egyptian Ministry, I'm sure Ludo or Crouch would write you a stunning reference. You are a great asset here."

"William, are you asking me to run away with you to Egypt?"

"That's the gist of it," Bill smirked. "What do you say?"

"I say, I am going to have to think about it," Quinn spoke before pausing, a lightly hum leaving her lips. "Now that I've thought about-"

Much to Bill's annoyance, Quinn was interrupted by a sound that was a mix between a rip and a pop beside Ludo that made each of her muscles tense and her teeth to grit together. Breaking free of Bill's, suddenly tighter, grip, her fists clenched at her sides, Quinn was most shocked when she saw the wizard who had apparated beside her. He was a stiff, upright, elderly man, dressed in an impeccably crisp suit and tie. The parting in his short grey hair was always unnaturally straight, and his narrow toothbrush moustache looked as though he trimmed it using a slide rule. The man before her was her immediate superior, Barty Crouch Sr.

"WHY IS EVERYONE APPARATING ALL OVER THE PLACE, WE HAVE REGULATIONS FOR A REASON!" Quinn erupted, causing each of the Weasley's eyes to widen with shock and Crouch to step back in shock while Ludo tried to hold back a laugh. Suddenly realised what she had done, Quinn bit her lip as he cheeks turned the darkest shade of red they had ever been and her eyes dropped to her feet.

All of a sudden, it was clear to the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione why Percy and Quinn had mixed feelings about Barty Crouch. Percy, who idolised him, was a great believer in rigidly following rules, and Mr. Crouch had complied with the rule about Muggle dressing so thoroughly that he could have passed for a bank manager. Quinn, who, on the other hand, had a pure distaste for him, was a stickler for leading by example, and Mr Crouch always felt exempt from anything that wasn't a set-in stone rule, the anti-muggle regulations for example.

"Sorry. Though, may I say that I feel a million times better now."

"Letting-" Bill stopped in his tracks as Quinn raised her hand, not in the mood to hear her words leave his mouth again.

"Trouble in paradise." George chuckled as he watched Bill swiftly silenced by Quinn raising her hand, her face contorted in annoyance. The amused look, however, left his face as the raven-haired woman shot him a glare that could have killed him.

"Good to see you have recovered from your near-death experience Miss Riddle." Barty Crouch stated as he looked at the girl who had just erupted.

"That's what… Now I know why everyone is tiptoeing around me like I'm their mothers favourite cracked vase." Quinn whispered in realisation.

Patting the grass beside him, Ludo took his mug from his lips and looked up at Crouch. A large smile on his face, the wizard spoke brightly, "Pull up a bit of grass, Barty."

"No thank you, Ludo," said Crouch, and there was icy feel to his voice as he glared at the man who had ignored most of the rules put in place. "I've been looking for you everywhere. The Bulgarians are insisting we add another twelve seats to the Top Box."

"Oh, is that what they're after?" asked Bagman, his face portraying shock and realisation. "I thought the chap was asking to borrow a pair of tweezers. Bit of a strong accent."

"Mr. Crouch!" exclaimed Percy breathlessly as he lowered his head in a sort of bow that made him look like something that resembled a hunchback. "Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Oh," said Mr. Crouch, looking over at him a slightly look of surprise on his face. "Yes - thank you, Weatherby."

Fred and George choked into their own drinks as youngest group of children struggled not to do the same. As he realised that he was the source of the amusement, Percy, very pink around the ears, busied himself with the kettle.

"Oh, and I've been wanting a word with you too, Arthur," stated Mr. Crouch, his sharp eyes falling upon the eldest red head. Confusion filled Arthurs face as Crouch's face turned to one that resembled a business man. "Ali Bashir's on the warpath. He wants a word with you about your embargo on flying carpets."

Tuning out the unnecessary conversation, Quinn turned back to Bill who was looking at her with raised eyebrows.

"So, you've thought about it…"

"And I want to." Quinn smiled causing Bill's face to light up for a second before it fell.

"It sounds like there is a but coming after that."

"However," Quinn spoke overly emphasising it causing Bill to half-heartedly laugh. "We are going have to wait until after the next event. They," Quinn nodded over at Ludo and Barty, "want to use me as a midpoint of sorts. Use the fact that all the Hogwarts students that can enter went to school with me to their advantage. Apparently, it will make me more approachable, especially considering I was the first Slytherin Head Girl in years, not to mention the teachers may actually talk to me about their concerns."

"Q, I would wait a million years if I knew I would get to fall asleep and wake up next to the most beautiful girl in the world at least once." Bill smiled tucking a stray strand of hair behind Quinn's ear as a small smile made its way onto her face. "It's true you know. I've said it more times than I care to admit…"

"Say it and I will change my mind!"

"I think it is pretty well implied." Bill chuckled as he took her empty hand in his own, linking their fingers. Smiling at his gesture, Quinn pushed herself up onto her toes, grazing her lips on his for a second before returning to her original height. "You do realise that my dad still doesn't actually know."

"Bill, you spent the last God knows how long with your arms wrapped around my waist, I'm going to take a stab in the dark that has worked it out already." Quinn spoke rolling her eyes slightly. Smirking at the matter-of-a-fact tone in her voice, Bill leant down his lips barely touching hers before there was an overexaggerated fake gag from beside them. Turning to face it, the duo saw George fake throwing up. "Oh come one George, it is no-where near as bad as your undressing Avery with your eyes."

"I-I-" George stuttered before giving up and walking off.

"I'm pretty sure Ginny is mentally planning your wedding by the way," Fred whispered as he leaned towards Quinn and Bill.

"That doesn't surprise me." The couple said in unison before smiling.

Turning Quinn back around to face the Ministry workers, Bill fought back a chuckle at her groan, "I believe that we should go and join the conversation that is going on between your co-workers."

"If we must," Quinn groaned, linking her arm through Bill's, she walked towards the men who were having a rather loud conversation about flying carpets. However, in that moment, Quinn was too happy to care. Finally, her life was on the right track again.

"So, been keeping busy, Barty?" said Bagman cheerily.

"Fairly," articulated Mr. Crouch wryly. "Organizing Portkeys across five continents is no mean feat, Ludo."

Internally, Quinn was making more comments about how he had not organised 5 continents, he had barely done 3. The Portkey's were one of the elements that he had thrust upon her to organise. However, externally, Quinn was smiling sweetly at the duo before her, her teeth gripping her tongue to stop herself from exploding once again.

"I expect you'll both be glad when this is over? I know that Quinn has been stressing all week, I mean she almost fainted about an hour ago. Luckily Bill managed to get her to drink something." exclaimed Arthur, Quinn screwing up her face as Bill looked rather smug.

"Glad?!" Ludo cried shocked by what Arthur had insinuated. "Don't know when I've had more fun…" There was a pause as Ludo remembered what was coming up next. "Still, it's not as though we haven't got anything to look forward to, eh, Barty? Eh Miss Riddle? Plenty left to organize, eh?"

Raising their eyebrows at Ludo in unison, both Crouch and Quinn showed their annoyance. Before Quinn could say anything, Crouch said, "We agreed not to make the announcement until all the details-"

"Oh details!" Bagman spoke, waving his arm around as if it were able to push it away. "They've signed, haven't they? They've agreed, haven't they? I bet you anything these kids will know soon enough anyway. I mean, it's happening at Hogwarts-"

"Ludo, we need to meet the Bulgarians, you know." Interjected Crouch sharply, as he looked at the watch on his left hand. "I think we should be okay without you Miss Riddle, just take care of yourself. You need your strength for the rest of the year." Quinn nodded back at Crouch. "Thank you for the tea, Weatherby."

Passing Percy his untouched tea to Percy, Crouch waited for Ludo to stand up from the floor. Struggling to his feet and throwing down the last of his tea, Ludo bid goodbye to the Weasleys before congratulating Quinn on how well the set up was. Following the statement, the two disapparated.

"Anti-muggle precautions!" Quinn groaned placing her head in her hands before shaking it.

"What's happening at Hogwarts, Quinn?" asked Fred immediately.

"Why do you need your strength?" George added. "What were they talking about?"

"You'll find out soon enough," Arthur stated saving Quinn from their bombardment of questions.

"It's classified information, until such time as the Ministry decides to release it," said Percy stiffly. "Mr. Crouch was quite right not to disclose it."

"Oh, shut up, Weatherby." Fred smirked, Percy narrowing his eyes at him in annoyance.

"Sorry you two, but for once I agree with Percy. You can't know until Crouch gives the okay." Quinn spoke, the words feeling odd in her mouth. "Now saying that was weird."

"Okay Miss Riddle."

"Call me that again and you will learn why the entirety of Hufflepuff were afraid of me." Quinn spoke jabbing a feeling at the twins who looked sceptical.

"It's true," Bill and Charlie spoke in unison.