Honourable
Being woken up at the crack of dawn had it down sides, even it it was the Quidditch World Cup they were going to. George's tension was already high due to the lack of sleep, but it had manifested when their mother had thrown away more of the prank merchandise he and Fred had made. So to say he was not in a good mood was an understatement.
The walk Stoatshead Hill had not "cooled" his temper either.
They trudged down the dark, dank lane towards the village. The sky lightened very slowly as they walked through the village. Then they began to climb Stoatshead Hill. By the time they reached the top of the hill. A shout filled the air.
'Over here, Arthur! Over here, we've got it!' Two tall figures were silhouetted against the starry sky on the other side of the hilltop.
'Amos!' His father said smiling as he strode over to the man who shouted. The rest of them followed. His father shook the other man hand. He had a ruddy-face with a scrubby brown beard and holding a mouldy-looking boot in his other hand. The other person was Cedric Diggory he was in his sixth year at Hogwarts, like his brother and himself and was captain and Seeker of the Hufflepuff house Quidditch team.
'This is Amos Diggory, everyone, works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.' his father said. 'I think you all know his son Cedric?'
'Hi,' Cedric said, looking around at them all. George, merely nodded in reply, like his twin brother. They still had not forgiven him for beating them last year in Quidditch.
'Long walk Arthur?' Mr Diggory asked. 'We had to get up at two. I'll tell you, I'll be glad when he's got his Apparition test. Still not complaining ... mind you looks like I got off easy ...' Amos Diggory peered good-naturedly around the three Weasley boys, Harry, Hermione and Ginny. 'All these yours Arthur?'
'We're just over the other side of the village so it wasn't to bad of a walk, and just the red heads,' his father said. 'This is Hermione, friend of Ron's - and Harianna, another friend-'
'Merlin's beard,' Amos Diggory said, his eyes widening. 'Harianna? Harianna Potter?'
'Er - yeah,' Anna said. George glared, if Anna hated one thing, it was the fame her name had brought her.
'Ced's talked about you, of course. Told us all about playing against you last year ... how you feel off your broom .. poor thing ... Dementors wasn't it ... but I told him that it would be something to tell your grandchildren, that you beat Harianna Potter! Very proud of him we are.' Mr Diggory said.
George along with his brother Fred scowled, towards Cedric, who looked slightly embarrassed.
'You should be proud of son, Mr Diggory,' Anna said, George turned to her in utter shock. Had she really said those words. Mr Diggory was blinking at her in surprise; Anna continued, 'Your son tried to do a very noble thing, he felt that he hadn't won the match fairly and tried to get a rematch. It was a very honourable thing for him to do, so yes Mr Diggory you have every right be proud of your son.'
George was now glaring harder at Cedric. Honourable? Him? That's what she thought? How was trying to get a rematch honourable? Did that mean - could it possibly be? Did Anna have a crush on Cedric Diggory? It wasn't possible - no way - surely not? But George glanced over at Anna, who by the looks of things, looked rather uncomfortable.
Honourable indeed. And for the first time, George could safely say he felt jealous. Why couldn't Anna say things like that about him? Oh Cedric Diggory was going to wish he had never had the decency to have been honourable.