It was another early start for Marissa the next day. She awoke before the
crack of dawn and after getting ready she sat quietly at the kitchen table
trying to eat her breakfast. As her aunt placed a stack of pancakes in
front of her, her brother's head rested on his left hand. His other hand
was submerged into maple syrup.
"Come on kids. Eat up. We need to get to Stoatshead Hill early if we're going to find that portkey."Their aunt left the room.
By now, Gavin had awaken and was washing his hands in the sink.
"What's a portkey?" He asked.
"I have no clue." They quickly finished their breakfast and headed out the door. They walked down the block to the bus stop, since they couldn't take the car. Marissa took her CD player out of her bag and put her earphones on. The bus stopped two block aways from the hill so they walked the rest of the way. Once they reached the top, they found a few other wizards and witches already there searching for the portkey. Right away Marissa could see from the sea of flaming red hair that the Weasley family had already arrived.
"Fred! George!" she quickly stopped her cd player and rushed over to her friends. They welcomed her with hugs.
"This is going to be great! They're still looking for the portkey. You look nice,"said George surveying her outfit.
Marissa was wearing jeans, orange Nike's, a white tank with silver rhinestones on her bra straps, and a Billabong longsleeves tee tied around her wiast. It was one of those very few chances to wear "normal clothes" when she was in the wizarding world.
"You guys don't look bad yourselves for two guys who have never dressed like Muggles before. I, personally would have chosen a different style but then again...that's just me." She looked over to her left where she saw Harry, Ron and Hermione talking. Her and the twins walked over to join them.
"Hey guys,"she said giving them each a hug."How was your summer?'
"Good,"they all replied. Harry stood there as the rest of the group conversed excitedly about the game that night. He had had a crush on Marissa ever since last year when she congratulated him at the Quidditch final with a kiss on the cheek. He remembered the conditions had been horrible, but he caught the snitch. Oliver, former captain and Marissa's ex- boyfriend was so happy he was in tears. Now it was a new year and she was single once again. Would he be able to make his move?
As Harry was pondering all this, Amos Diggory came over and announced he had found the portkey.
"You all know my son Cedric."
Harry watched as Cedric went over to Marissa and gave her a long hard hug. He knew that Cedric and Marissa were best friends and that she had congratulated him too, last year, when Hufflepuff beat Gryffindor in a Quidditch match. Cedric was seventeen and entering his 6th year at Hogwarts. He was tall and handsome and very popular like Marissa. Harry looked at them, standing side by side, and they seemed to make the perfect couple.
Mr. Diggory began to boast about how his son had beaten Harry last year when Mr. Weasley stepped in and announced it was time to get moving. They all crowded around the small boot, their large backpacks making it difficult to space out. Mr. Weasley began to count down and soon it felt like they were flying through the air.
Marissa couldn't see a thing. The wind was blowing so hard she couldn't open her eyes. Then suddenly, there was a small pop and she hit the ground. Something heavy fell on top of her. She opened her eye to see Fred Weasley lying on top of her.
"Mighty comfy, this position is. I think I'll just wait around here 'til the match starts,"he said smiling down at her.
"Get off me Fred!" she rolled him over onto the grass and hoisted herself up.
"I think you enjoyed that a little too much Fred,"said George. He winked at Ron.
"Yea, Fred. If I'm not not mistaken, I'd say you looked a little smitten with Marissa,"said Ron smiling deviously at his brother.
"Shut up Ron!"yelled Fred tackling his brother to the ground.
"Boys. Honestly,"said Marissa. Hermione smiled and Ginny let out a giggle. Harry who had overheard, looked over at Marissa who gave him a small wink. He could feel his cheeks turn pink and he picked up his pace.
They walked a for a few minutes and soon met up with two old wizards with a quill and a roll of parchment. The adults went over and spoke to them. They came back, Mr. Diggory taking Cedric with him and leaving and Flo and Mr. Weasley taking their groups straight ahead. A Muggle was standing there.
"Stay here dears."Flo went over to the head of the group to pay Mr. Roberts, the Muggle running the campsite. Then they all entered, looking out at the sea of tents ahead of them.
"We'll see you later on then Arthur,"said Aunt Flo waving at Mr. Weasley. He returned the gester. Marissa and Gavin waved goodbye as the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione set off down the path.
"Alright kids. This way."They followed their aunt down a different path winding in and out of tents. Many of their friends and schoolmates from Hogwarts were there with their families, eagerly anticipating the match. After walked a few more rows of tents down they finally stopped. Their tent had already been set up and there was a sign reading Flora Harris tacked to a stake in the ground.
"My my. I wonder who pitched our tents already,"said Aunt Flo ducking inside. Just then Marissa saw a head poke out from the tent to her left.
It was Oliver.
"Come on kids. Eat up. We need to get to Stoatshead Hill early if we're going to find that portkey."Their aunt left the room.
By now, Gavin had awaken and was washing his hands in the sink.
"What's a portkey?" He asked.
"I have no clue." They quickly finished their breakfast and headed out the door. They walked down the block to the bus stop, since they couldn't take the car. Marissa took her CD player out of her bag and put her earphones on. The bus stopped two block aways from the hill so they walked the rest of the way. Once they reached the top, they found a few other wizards and witches already there searching for the portkey. Right away Marissa could see from the sea of flaming red hair that the Weasley family had already arrived.
"Fred! George!" she quickly stopped her cd player and rushed over to her friends. They welcomed her with hugs.
"This is going to be great! They're still looking for the portkey. You look nice,"said George surveying her outfit.
Marissa was wearing jeans, orange Nike's, a white tank with silver rhinestones on her bra straps, and a Billabong longsleeves tee tied around her wiast. It was one of those very few chances to wear "normal clothes" when she was in the wizarding world.
"You guys don't look bad yourselves for two guys who have never dressed like Muggles before. I, personally would have chosen a different style but then again...that's just me." She looked over to her left where she saw Harry, Ron and Hermione talking. Her and the twins walked over to join them.
"Hey guys,"she said giving them each a hug."How was your summer?'
"Good,"they all replied. Harry stood there as the rest of the group conversed excitedly about the game that night. He had had a crush on Marissa ever since last year when she congratulated him at the Quidditch final with a kiss on the cheek. He remembered the conditions had been horrible, but he caught the snitch. Oliver, former captain and Marissa's ex- boyfriend was so happy he was in tears. Now it was a new year and she was single once again. Would he be able to make his move?
As Harry was pondering all this, Amos Diggory came over and announced he had found the portkey.
"You all know my son Cedric."
Harry watched as Cedric went over to Marissa and gave her a long hard hug. He knew that Cedric and Marissa were best friends and that she had congratulated him too, last year, when Hufflepuff beat Gryffindor in a Quidditch match. Cedric was seventeen and entering his 6th year at Hogwarts. He was tall and handsome and very popular like Marissa. Harry looked at them, standing side by side, and they seemed to make the perfect couple.
Mr. Diggory began to boast about how his son had beaten Harry last year when Mr. Weasley stepped in and announced it was time to get moving. They all crowded around the small boot, their large backpacks making it difficult to space out. Mr. Weasley began to count down and soon it felt like they were flying through the air.
Marissa couldn't see a thing. The wind was blowing so hard she couldn't open her eyes. Then suddenly, there was a small pop and she hit the ground. Something heavy fell on top of her. She opened her eye to see Fred Weasley lying on top of her.
"Mighty comfy, this position is. I think I'll just wait around here 'til the match starts,"he said smiling down at her.
"Get off me Fred!" she rolled him over onto the grass and hoisted herself up.
"I think you enjoyed that a little too much Fred,"said George. He winked at Ron.
"Yea, Fred. If I'm not not mistaken, I'd say you looked a little smitten with Marissa,"said Ron smiling deviously at his brother.
"Shut up Ron!"yelled Fred tackling his brother to the ground.
"Boys. Honestly,"said Marissa. Hermione smiled and Ginny let out a giggle. Harry who had overheard, looked over at Marissa who gave him a small wink. He could feel his cheeks turn pink and he picked up his pace.
They walked a for a few minutes and soon met up with two old wizards with a quill and a roll of parchment. The adults went over and spoke to them. They came back, Mr. Diggory taking Cedric with him and leaving and Flo and Mr. Weasley taking their groups straight ahead. A Muggle was standing there.
"Stay here dears."Flo went over to the head of the group to pay Mr. Roberts, the Muggle running the campsite. Then they all entered, looking out at the sea of tents ahead of them.
"We'll see you later on then Arthur,"said Aunt Flo waving at Mr. Weasley. He returned the gester. Marissa and Gavin waved goodbye as the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione set off down the path.
"Alright kids. This way."They followed their aunt down a different path winding in and out of tents. Many of their friends and schoolmates from Hogwarts were there with their families, eagerly anticipating the match. After walked a few more rows of tents down they finally stopped. Their tent had already been set up and there was a sign reading Flora Harris tacked to a stake in the ground.
"My my. I wonder who pitched our tents already,"said Aunt Flo ducking inside. Just then Marissa saw a head poke out from the tent to her left.
It was Oliver.