At the tournament
Hermione stroll around the corner; she was closely followed by Ron and Harry. They were talking about gobstones and the coolest parts and the stupidest things about it. Quite unexpectedly it started rain. "Will all contestants please go inside the Recreation building? The rain will cancel the tournament. Wizard's Chess tournament will begin inside. We have a few sets and if you brought your own your welcome to use them."
The group groaned semi-disappointedly but good-naturedly nonetheless. Ron smiled mischievously and took out his old battered chess set. Harry took out the ones he'd gotten in his Wizard Crackers in his first year. Percy also had brought his own new set and Penelope also smiling mischievously took out a diamond-incrusted set of them. "They were my great- grandfather's, he took great care of them, I am the first to use them since him," she said quickly, almost tersely, upon seeing their faces.
"Muggle-repelling charms," said Hermione to herself quietly. "They did a very good job this year," agreed Percy. "Oh Perce, did the wonderful people at the ministry tell you about it?" asked George, chuckling. Percy rolled his eyes. "Hey! You are talking to a senior ministry member, International Magic Cooperation, talk with respect," yelled Fred, struggling to keep a straight face. The whole group with exception of Mrs. Weasley, Percy, and Penelope started hysterically laughing.
"Well, it was important, after that – um --- shall we say breach in security in Cairo, we have to be very careful," retorted Percy. This time it was Mrs. Weasley, Percy, and Penelope's turn to laugh. (None of them did, however.) The group stepped inside the massive building. "Ahh… The Weasleys a pleasure to see you always," said a man Harry didn't know.
Ron turned the corner, into a magnificent room. Wall to wall there were gold trophies. They were beautiful, each bearing the names of Wizard Chess/Gobstone tournament winners since the 1960's. There were 51 trophies in all. The Gobstone tournament was started in 1961 and the Wizard Chess Tournament in 1962. They were usually alternated year by year. Rain, however, was enough to cancel the Gobstone tournament.
Percy nodded appreciatively as he came in the room. "Nice, eh Ron?" he asked. "Wonderful," said Ron, his eyes sparkling. There was something mesmerizing about that room. Something inexplicable. The occasional, "Wow" passed their lips but nothing more was said.
As they left a small head poked through the walls. "The sacred one is here," it said. Then it shrunk back into the wall. Percy thinking he heard something came back into the room, seeing nothing he flicked the lights off and continued his tour of the facility.
Meanwhile, George and Hermione were talking alone in a separate room. Weird for them, but maybe George was being George. Being stupid that is. It turned out that they had much better reasons then the others realized.
Hermione and George were talking gaily about their 'bout of fun' in the closet. Another second and it would've been very close to hitting home on their romance. (Notice the 2 creative puns that stop the book rating at PG 13.)
---------------------Author's Note------------------------
Please be kind and R and R, also read more of my other stories. I decided to add the romance in at the end because they are 16, I mean JK Rowling strays from talking about a romance but I figured I'd add this in.
Hermione stroll around the corner; she was closely followed by Ron and Harry. They were talking about gobstones and the coolest parts and the stupidest things about it. Quite unexpectedly it started rain. "Will all contestants please go inside the Recreation building? The rain will cancel the tournament. Wizard's Chess tournament will begin inside. We have a few sets and if you brought your own your welcome to use them."
The group groaned semi-disappointedly but good-naturedly nonetheless. Ron smiled mischievously and took out his old battered chess set. Harry took out the ones he'd gotten in his Wizard Crackers in his first year. Percy also had brought his own new set and Penelope also smiling mischievously took out a diamond-incrusted set of them. "They were my great- grandfather's, he took great care of them, I am the first to use them since him," she said quickly, almost tersely, upon seeing their faces.
"Muggle-repelling charms," said Hermione to herself quietly. "They did a very good job this year," agreed Percy. "Oh Perce, did the wonderful people at the ministry tell you about it?" asked George, chuckling. Percy rolled his eyes. "Hey! You are talking to a senior ministry member, International Magic Cooperation, talk with respect," yelled Fred, struggling to keep a straight face. The whole group with exception of Mrs. Weasley, Percy, and Penelope started hysterically laughing.
"Well, it was important, after that – um --- shall we say breach in security in Cairo, we have to be very careful," retorted Percy. This time it was Mrs. Weasley, Percy, and Penelope's turn to laugh. (None of them did, however.) The group stepped inside the massive building. "Ahh… The Weasleys a pleasure to see you always," said a man Harry didn't know.
Ron turned the corner, into a magnificent room. Wall to wall there were gold trophies. They were beautiful, each bearing the names of Wizard Chess/Gobstone tournament winners since the 1960's. There were 51 trophies in all. The Gobstone tournament was started in 1961 and the Wizard Chess Tournament in 1962. They were usually alternated year by year. Rain, however, was enough to cancel the Gobstone tournament.
Percy nodded appreciatively as he came in the room. "Nice, eh Ron?" he asked. "Wonderful," said Ron, his eyes sparkling. There was something mesmerizing about that room. Something inexplicable. The occasional, "Wow" passed their lips but nothing more was said.
As they left a small head poked through the walls. "The sacred one is here," it said. Then it shrunk back into the wall. Percy thinking he heard something came back into the room, seeing nothing he flicked the lights off and continued his tour of the facility.
Meanwhile, George and Hermione were talking alone in a separate room. Weird for them, but maybe George was being George. Being stupid that is. It turned out that they had much better reasons then the others realized.
Hermione and George were talking gaily about their 'bout of fun' in the closet. Another second and it would've been very close to hitting home on their romance. (Notice the 2 creative puns that stop the book rating at PG 13.)
---------------------Author's Note------------------------
Please be kind and R and R, also read more of my other stories. I decided to add the romance in at the end because they are 16, I mean JK Rowling strays from talking about a romance but I figured I'd add this in.