The mist hid a great deal from view for a long while as we walked to our campsite, though as we got closer things started to appear silhouetted like vague shadows. We came upon a cottage with a muggle at the door who Arthur greeted eagerly with a bright and cheery 'morning' though the reply wasn't as enthusiastic. "Would you be Mr Roberts?"

"Aye, I would, and who're you?"

"Weasley, two tents. Booked a couple of days ago?" There was a prolonged interaction where Mr Weasley had to ask Harry to help him sort out the muggle money and the muggle noticed the oddness of it. He asked us if we were foreign before telling us all the strange people he'd been seeing all morning. A wizard then appeared to wipe his memory, keeping on top of the situation before the muggle could become too suspicious and soon enough we were on our way and talking about Ludo Bagman as his name had cropped up again. The campsite was rather pleasant to walkthrough, especially considering how it looked so normal at first until you saw something that was so not muggle-friendly it made you laugh. Some tents had gardens out front, and others were so large and oddly shaped that magic was the only way they would have ever been propped up.

Our patch was right on the edge of the woods, two spaces. One tent for the girls and one for the boys, though we had to put them up ourselves. "Couldn't have picked a better spot! The pitch is just on the other side of the wood there, we're as close as we could be." Arthur said happily before informing us all that there was a strict no magic policy on account of the muggles. With no magic involved, it took us a while to figure up exactly how to raise the tents, most of us relying a great deal on Harry and Hermione.

"Won't there be too many people to fit?" Hermione whispered to me once we were done and I was dusting off my hands.

"I shouldn't think so. They're fairly sizeable tents, and we'll have more room since there's only us three girls. Go take a look, see for yourself." I said to her, not understanding that she didn't realise that there was a charm on the tents to make them bigger on the inside. It was cosy, though the smell of cats was rather pungent. Mr Weasley began to organise us all, sending Harry, Ron and Hermione off to get us water whilst the rest of us had to go get firewood. Ginny and I took the task seriously whilst Fred and George just messed around.

We weren't really sure what the best type of wood was to use, so we just tried to find stuff that was as dry as possibly before heading back. Ginny and I then took a nap in our tent, which thankfully didn't smell of cats though it was smaller, we all still fit comfortably. We woke to the smell of bacon and eggs, signifying that lunch was cooking so I stepped out first, yawning with a stretch. "About time lazy bones, we were about to go in and throw a surprise at you." Fred and George piped up where I saw suspicious looking piles of mud behind them where they seemed to have been digging for worms.

"You dare and I'll turn into a lion and eat you." I warned them sharply, cracking my knuckles at them as Mr Weasley looked up from the campfire.

"Now, now Mia dear, no transforming if you please. Muggle security and all..." Promising to keep my tail hidden, the twins snorted at my dry humour as I started wandering over just as Percy, Bill and Charlie appeared, Percy announcing them all rather boastfully. Ginny soon appeared as we began plating up food, also woken up by the smell so we started to eat. Wary still of the worms the twins had been collecting, I chose to seat myself between Bill and Harry, figuring it would be safer.

"Hey Mia, have you talked to…you know…your dad over the summer?" Harry asked me quietly, leaning in so that we wouldn't be overheard.

"A few times, though not as often as I would like but I don't want to draw too much attention to him by constantly sending him owls. He's not happy with the Dursleys, I told them about the diet they tried to put you on with your cousin." A wide grin spread across his face at the thought of Sirius Black dropping in on the Dursleys and giving them what for. I wouldn't put it past him, to be honest. "He's laying low at the moment, though he mentioned you wrote a few times too. Maybe we should coordinate from now on, we don't want to make it too obvious."

"Yeah, that would be great. I just hope he's okay wherever he is." Seeing that he was worried, I decided to distract him with some new information I recently learned.

"Did you know I was named after your grandmother?" He dropped his fork in surprise and egg almost fell out his mouth where his jaw had gone slack at me, making me laugh as he flushed and hurried to tidy himself up.

"Really? You mean my dad's mum? Why? How come?"

"From what he's told me, your dad's parents took him in after he ran away from home. He loved them probably better than his own parents, so when I was born I was named after your grandmother, Euphemia Potter. I'd always wondered where the name come from, names tend to stay in the family, it's kind of a wizarding tradition. Almost all wizard born children are named after some relative or ancestor or other. My middle name is Selene, which is my grandmother's name. Of course your middle name James follows tradition too, there's probably a Harry in your ancestry too." I explained to him and Harry became rather interested in the fact. Any further discussion, however, was put on pause as Arthur suddenly jumped up with a hearty yell.

"Aha! The man of the moment! Ludo!" Ludo Bagman was vastly different from his quidditch posters that I remember from some time ago. He'd put on a little weight around the middle and his cheeks had filled out somewhat, meaning that his yellow and black quidditch robes stretched slightly where they shouldn't but if Mr Bagman noticed, then he didn't seem to mind.

"Ahoy there!" He cheered back, striding on over to us with a rather strong air of energy about him. "Arthur old man, what a day, eh? What a day! Could we have asked for more perfect weather? A cloudless night coming, and hardly a hiccough in the arrangements, not much for me to do!" As if in a bid of irony, a number of haggard, exhausted and overwhelmed wizards rushed past behind him, clearly having too much to do. I had to hide my laughter behind my hand and pretend to cough, though it became harder when we all saw Percy hurry forwards with his outstretched hand leading the way, almost tripping over the fire in his haste to shake hands with Bagman as Arthur introduced him.

"Ah yes, this is my son Percy, he's just started at the Ministry – and this is Fred, no George, sorry, that's Fred. Bill, Charlie, Ron, my daughter Ginny, family friend Euphemia – though she prefers Mia – and Ron's friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter." Bagman immediately looked over at Harry, quickly spotting him and stared at him for a moment as Arthur continued. "Everyone, this is Ludo Bagman, you know who he is, it's thanks to him we've got such good tickets." Having stared his fill at Harry, Bagman waved his hand dismissively before smiling at Arthur.

"Fancy a flutter on the match, Arthur?" He offered as he jangled a gold purse up at him, telling us all who had participated and what they'd wagered in the betting. Although seemingly reluctant, Arthur agreed to wagering a galleon that Ireland would win. From Bagman's face, it was clear he was disappointed Arthur wasn't betting more but noted it down anyway. "A galleon? Very well, very well...any other takers?" He looked around hopefully, but we all stayed silent as Arthur mentioned that most of us were too young to gamble, but then Fred spoke up confidently.

"We'll bet thirty seven galleons, fifteen sickles, three knuts that Ireland win but Viktor Krum gets the snitch. Oh, and we'll throw in a fake wand." Pulling it out from wherever he had been hiding it, he showed it to Bagman who, despite Percy's rebuttal, thought it was absolutely delightful. He found the wand hilarious as it turned to a rubber chicken in his hand, chortling loudly.

"Excellent! I haven't seen one that convincing in years! I'd pay five galleons for that!" Clearing his throat lightly, Arthur told the twins that he didn't want them betting with all their savings, mentioning their mother too but Bagman cut across him. "Don't be a spoilsport, Arthur! They're old enough to know what they want! You reckon Ireland will win but Krum'll get the snitch? Not a chance, boys, not a chance…I'll give you excellent odds on that one, we'll add five galleons for the funny wand, then, shall we?" Fred and George looked very pleased with themselves as they handed over their savings and Bagman returned them a receipt which George tucked away safely.

I sent them a questioning look so they both hushed me, signalling they'd talk to me about it later. Bagman requested a cup of tea, announcing that he was looking for Percy's boss Mr Crouch since he couldn't understand Bulgarian, or something or other. I'd lost interest by then. Finishing my food I then took the plate inside, and by the time I came back Mr Crouch had appeared as if magically summoned. Of course Percy practically fell over with hero worship for Crouch, quickly offering him a cup of tea as Crouch glanced at him blankly, as if not having a clue who he was for a moment or two. "Oh, yes. Thank you Mr Weatherby."

Fred, George and I all snorted with laughter as Percy flushed brightly but hurried to make the tea all the same. Work conversation followed between Arthur, Bagman and Crouch, so I ignored it and instead took to sunning myself on the grass, enjoying the warmth of the sun. I opened one eye when they started to talk about that secret event scheduled after the World Cup, but still nothing was said to give any clue what it was, only that it might involve a number of people and that it was happening at Hogwarts, but we'd figured that much out already.

After Crouch and Bagman left, it was a lot quieter for a while until someone accidentally set fire to Percy's trousers. Fred insisted it was an accident, but I beg to differ. In any case, it was a pleasant afternoon and with the promise of an exciting evening, I was determined to rest as much as possible so that I would remain fully awake for the entire match.