"Misty, wake up!" Said someone while shaking me.

I ignored it and kept on sleeping, "No." But the person pulled me out of bed, causing me to land on the floor with a thud. "Ow!"
I opened my eyes and found the one and only, Hermione Granger. My original plan was to attack the person who made me fall, but instead, I got up and gave Hermione a tight hug. "Hermione, I miss you!"

"I miss you too! Now get ready, we'll be leaving for the Quidditch World cup." I nodded and did my morning routines, got dressed, then went downstairs to find Mrs. Weasley cooking. "Good morning Mrs. Weasley." I greeted.
In the living room, there was Ginny, Fred, George, and Mr. Weasley. "Where's Ron and Harry?"

"Still asleep I presume." Ginny shrugged. "Hermione's there to wake them up."

"And Ron won't wake!" Hermione said, storming down the stairs. "I think he went back to sleep again."

"Harry will wake up him, don't worry." I replied while taking a cookie that Mrs. Weasley is offering. She cooks the best food!

After what seems like hours, Ron and Harry finally came down. "About time!" Ginny groaned. We said our goodbyes to Mrs. Weasley, then went out the house, and started walking.

We were walking for about 30 minutes, and it seems that we're walking in an endless forest. . . "Where are we going?" Harry asked.

Ron shrugged, "Hey dad, where are we going?"

"Haven't the foggiest! Keep up!" Mr. Weasley said, walking ahead of us. We're all tired! We walked a bit more; I heard a voice. "Arthur!" It was a man about Mr. Weasley's age. "This is Amos Diggory everyone!" They shook each other's hands, and suddenly, there was a rather handsome boy that jumped from a tree. "And this strapping your man must be Cedric Diggory." Mr. Weasley said, shaking the boy's hand.

Ginny, Hermione, and I all shared a look at each other. We are all thinking the same thing; Cedric is hot.
Alex ignored him and walked with Fred and George. Hermione and Ginny were giggling at each other, so I decided to introduce myself. I walked beside Cedric.
"Hey, Cedric. I'm Mi-" He interrupted me with,

"Misty Prince, I know. I think everyone in Hogwarts know you." Cedric said, giving me a charming smile. I saw my hair turned a bit pink and heat rushed up on my face. "And apparently, you're a metamorphmagus! That's wicked!"

My hair turned to darker shade of pink. Sometimes, I hate being a metamorphmagus. "Uh yeah. So, what house and year are you in?" I asked, changing the topic.

"Hufflepuff, Seventh Year." He answered before stopping in front of an old looking boot. I was standing between Cedric and Ginny.

"Why are we standing around a manky old boot?" Harry asked, looking at the boot with a confused expression.

Fred came up behind him, "That's not just a boot mate."

"It's a portkey." George finished.

"What's a portkey?" No one answered Harry, but just followed the instructions that the elders are giving us. Everyone was holding on to the boot, so I copied.

"3, 2,"

"Harry!" Mr. Weasley yelled, making Harry grab on to the boot at the very last second.

"1"

Suddenly, we started spinning uncontrollably. "Let go kids!"

"What?" Hermione exclaimed.

"Let go!" So, I did let go, but regret it. I landed on the ground with a hard thud. I felt like I've been run over by a lot of animals. My back hurts!
I looked up and found Mr. Weasley, Cedric and Amos Diggory floating in the sky, slowly landing in safely.

"How come you landed safely?" Alex frowned.

Cedric gave me a hand to help me up, which I gladly took. "You have to teach me how to use a portkey next time." I mumbled.

He laughed and replied, "Alright, next time we use it."

We started walking, and found ourselves looking at a camping ground, with lots of people and tents all over the place.
"Well kids, welcome to the Quidditch World cup."

Mr. Weasley cleared his throat, "We'll be going to our tent for now. See you at the stadium?"

Amos nodded, "Bye Arthur, kids."

We all waved, and before I could walk away, Cedric kissed me on the cheek and winked at me before following his dad. And my hair turned pink again. I have got to stop doing that. I need to learn to control this metamorphmagus thing. It always embarrasses me at the wrong moments.

"Oh, lover boy." Hermione giggled, nudging me teasingly with her shoulders.

Ginny played along, "I hear wedding bells."

"Shut it you two, it was just a friendly kiss probably" I sighed, entering the small tent. Small on the inside, but big on the inside. Ginny, Hermione, and I instantly ran towards the beds, fighting over the best spots.

"Ladies, there's enough room for everyone." Mr. Weasley chuckled as he came in. "Ron, get out of the kitchen, we're all hungry here."

I heard the twins mocked him, "Yeah, get out of the kitchen Ron."

"Feet of the table."

The twins did it again, "Feet of the table." Knowing those two, they probably were just annoying their dad.

Alex spoke up, "Hey, there's a little gift shop here, want to come?"

I nodded, "Yeah I need a scarf or something. Anything to show that I support Irish. Irish pride!" Yup, I support the Irish team, not the Bulgarians. They may have the best seeker, Victor Krum, but the Irish team has all star players, so they're so much better. Plus, I love Irish people.
Leprechauns, Irish Accents, Dancing, Brilliant Quidditch Skills, what's not to love?

Alex, me, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Harry, Fred, and George all came into the gift shop and looked around.
"Hey look, a mini Krum." Ron said, playing with a mini figure of Victor Krum. He's obsessed with that player.

I found an Irish scarf and decided to buy it. Also, some necklace and a binocular. After I payed for it, I looked around for Alex to give him a binocular, but I found him talking to a certain familiar guy.
Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy? I didn't know you'd be here. You don't look like the type of guy who would watch this kind of thing. "I said, standing beside Alex.

Draco's face turned into an annoying one as soon as he saw me. "Little Prince, supporting the Irish I see."

"Why yes, Irish are the best." I replied, putting on my green scarf. "Oh, here Alex, I got you this so you can see the game better." I said, giving him the binocular. "See what a great sister I am?" I joked.

Alex smirked a little, "Yeah, sure."

I frowned and rolled my eyes at him. "I'm going to go talk to someone else. I don't feel like talking to you two."

"Oh yeah, why not find Cedric Diggory, snog him while you're at it." Alex joked.

Draco's face turned hard, "Cedric Diggory? That Hufflepuff?"

"Correction, The Handsome Hufflepuff." I smiled. I think I'll call him that now. Why not, he's handsome, and he's a Hufflepuff.

"You fancy Diggory?" Draco asked with a disappointed tone. Wait why would he be disappointed? It's not like he likes me. . . unless he likes Cedric, then that's a different story.

"I don't fancy him, I just met him today!" I groaned. I found Fred and George exiting the place, so I decided to come with them. "Bye! Alex, we must go. I think it's time to go to our seats in the stadium to watch the game."

He nodded and said, "See you later mate, bye."

Draco waved before walking off.

"Okay time for the game!"