We walked through mist for about twenty minutes. No one said anything so it was really awkward. Have I mentioned that I don't dig the whole awkward thing? Or the silence thing. It just annoy me.
"Dad, psst, Dad!" I whispered, bumping past the twins up to my Dad.
"What, Ginny?" Dad asked, wiping some sweat off of his forehead. Ew. Dad sweat. That's not pleasing.
"How much longer?" I asked. Couldn't we have flown?
Muggles. Damn them.
"About ten minutes, now," Dad said, still smiling. How is that man still smiling? It's like a disease!
So when we finally got to the camp (this dinky little sheet over a couple of twigs… or that's what it looked like) we all just looked at it and Dad made some comment about someone he works with who let us borrow it.
Now, I know the tent is magical and all but still, when you walk in it for the first time and you see this big … spacious room with more rooms, you're just kind of like… whoa.
So Hermione and me walked around for a bit, looking at everything. It was bloody awesome! There was a dining room, and like three bedrooms, and a bathroom. All under one sheet. Who would have thought?
I was walking through the rooms just pushing the sheets in front of them up) to see what everyone was doing. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were talking in hushed voices, Charlie was trying to fix a whole in the wall of his bathroom, and Percy was reading some book (A Prat's Guide to Success). Just kidding about the name, but I wouldn't be surprised if he was. Anyway, I pushed aside the twins sheet and was slightly confused with what I saw.
"Hey guys, what's with the war paint?" I asked, walking up to the twins. They had these buckets of paint, green, white, and orange.
"What does it look like?" George asked, taking a few paintbrushes out from their backpacks. I have a feeling that they're doing something that involves paint. I don't know what, but I just do. It's like Weasley instinct.
I hope you know that I was just kidding. I'm not that dumb.
"It seems that you're doing something that involves pain," I said, scratching my chin.
"It seems that you are correct, my dearest little sister," Fred said, lazily draping an arm around my shoulders. I shoved his arm off. Brothers, sheesh.
"Oy! Fred, come here!" George said, pulling Fred's sleeve. "What do you want?"
"Give me half of a green face and half of a red face," Fred said thoughtfully, smiling. I laughed. He'll look like the Irish flag. GO IRISH!
George pulled out one paintbrush and dipped it in the green pain. He began painting my brothers face. I want my face painted!
"Done," George said proudly, crossing his arms and admiring his work. I laughed. He's such a dork. Fred looked in the mirror and smiled.
"You're up," Fred said. After about five minutes, Fred moved out of the way and I saw George. He looked very comical.
His face was in a pattern if green, white, and orange painted horizontal lines going from his forehead to his neck.
"George, you look like a flag!" I said, pointing and laughing.
"Well, your turn now, Ginny," George said evilly.
Merlin, they're going to kill me. But it should be interesting. I'll just wait until school to give them the ultimate bat bogey hex.
They two sat me down. I don't trust them. Who would trust the twins with paint? I think I'm going to die…
"Finished," the two said in union. Oh dear. Union. This can't be good. This can't be good at all.
I bounced out of the stool that they sat me down in and ran to the closest mirror. I gasped when I saw my reflection. Honestly, I wasn't horrified. I was shocked that the twins have such good creative skills. On one side of my face, they painted a little leprechaun and charmed him to do a little jig thing. On the other side was a shamrock. The only thing I didn't like was my orange nose. I looked like a clown… and clowns scare me.
"Ginny! What happened to your face!" Ron walked in the room and screamed just as I was about to scream, "YOU GUYS ARE BRILLIIANT!" But I never got the chance because, like I said before, Ron barged in.
"I'm celebrating the World Cup," I said in a dignified voice.
"Why's your nose orange?" he asked rudely. Well, he said it in this weird tone but I don't know how to describe it. Prat-like maybe?
"Because your brothers are idiots," I said with a grin.
"You look like a lifeguard!" Ron shouted. I'm surprised he even knew what a lifeguard was!
"So?"
He's such an idiot. Lifeguards are cool!
He walked out of the room. Points for Ginny!
Ginny: 1 Ron: 0I'm skilled like that.
"What's going on in here?" came Hermione's voice. She pulled open the curtain and gasped when she saw my face. I think it was the dancing leprechaun that got her. It was amusing actually. "What's on you're face?"
"A leprechaun whom I am now calling Steve," I said. I've got to stop naming random dancing leprechauns. Not that I do it often… but still.
"Ginny, are you alright?" Great, now Harry's here. How many people want to intrude on my awesome face?
"What's with all the noise?"
Sheesh. Charlie too? I must be very popular!
"Ginny, get that crap off of your face!" Percy. Argh. Percy's … a Percy head! He annoys me. A lot. And the rest of our family.
"Why's everyone crowding in here?" George asked. I don't blame him. There were eight of us all crowded in a tiny room. I meant, I know it's roomier then it looks from the outside, but guys, there's not that much room in here to fit eight people in one room. Sheesh.
"AH!" Ron yelled. He's such a baby. It's only face paint.
"Ron what's wrong?" I asked, turning around (which was harder then it seemed) and looking at him.
"S-S-spider," Ron muttered, pointing to a spot above my head.
I looked up and there it was. A humongous, galleon sized spider hanging above my head. That's not a pleasant thing to have hanging above you're head. It's actually quite scary. See, I witnessed the Ron/Spider incident. It was not pretty.
I took of my shoe and started swinging at it but, unlike all of my brothers, I received the shortness gene from my mother. Mum's pretty short too, so it was like… a definite that I'm not going to grow any more… so it pretty much sucks. So, me being short, I couldn't reach the spider and all of them started laughing at me. Even Percy! He's supposed to be the mature, not laughing at his sister brother!
Charlie took my shoe, afraid that I might hurt myself, and dropped it. Then, he took the spider and dropped it through a hole in the curtain. I saw it land about five feel ahead of us on the floor.
I hid behind Ron… who attempted to hide behind me… who attempted to hide behind him until Percy called us childish, walking away, and stepping on the spider. He killed it! The jerk!
We're walking to the world cup. It's so exciting! I heard some Russian wizards talking. I wasn't quite so sure what they were saying, though. But it was really awesome to hear!
Dean Thomas is up a few feet ahead of us, with Seamus Finnegan. They looked back at us and jogged over to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. I feel unwanted to talk to. But then I saw this witch and wizard. They looked American. Their accent was brilliant! But I ignored them and just kept walking until I saw Parvati and Lavender.
Shiver.
They tried their best to dress as muggles. But it was amusing to see them attempt to dress up like muggles though. It seems that Lavender became fascinated with jeans. She's wearing like three pairs after all. But I have no idea how she fit into all of them. They might have been guys jeans… but I just don't know.
Anyway, we finally reached the stadium. I was in aw. It was huge. I could smell the Irish air. YEAH-IRISH AIR!
We walked up to our box seats (YEAH MINISTRY CONNECTIONS!) with an unpleasant encounter with Draco Malfoy on the way up. But no one likes him. Really, they don't. I've heard the rumors. It's all true.
After a few minutes of waiting (and Ron becoming a little too amused with his Omnioculars) the game was finally about to start. This is just too bloody awesome for words!
"Ladies and gentlemen… welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty second Quidditch World Cup!" said Ludo Bagman, enhancing his voice. "And now… without further ado, allow me to introduce the Bulgarian Team Mascots!"
"I wonder what they've brought," Dad said, trying to get a better view of the field. I don't know how it could get much better seeing as we've got some of the best seats here…. "Aaah. Veela."
They. Brought. Veela. In case you were wondering, Veela are like… human love potions who dazzle every man they pass.
The veela did their little dance. Harry and Ron became mesmerized. Stupid veela. Darn you Bulgarians! Darn you and your perfect women! No, no of course I'm not jealous of their silver hair, slim bodies, and great complexion. Of course not.
But then came the Irish. What they brought was much better. But then again, it's the Irish o I wasn't expecting anything less. Anyway, the Irish. They've got leprechauns!
"Woo! YEAH IRELAND!" I yelled, holding up my Irish flag. You've got to support the team!
The players, especially Moran who was my favorite by the way, were doing these spectacular tricks.
The leprechauns were tossing gold. Leprechaun cold though, so it's bound to disappear some time… but it's gold all the same. I scooped some up and put it in my pocket. Hey, it's nice to feel rich for a little while.
"Let the game begin!" Bagman shouted, shooting a little golden snitch from his wand. "And it's Mullet! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! Back to Mullet! Troy! Levskie! Moran!"
Okay… so yeah, watching the game is sooo much better then listening to it! Because… when you listen to it… then the voice doesn't go as fast as the players do so you're just kind of like… what?
The home was brilliant! Moran scored. He scored a lot actually. It was awesome. Ireland won… but Krum caught the snitch (the twins won their bet!). But Ireland still won! Ron's being a sore loser. Fred and George are pleased though. They're wearing the Irish flags on their backs like capes and they're doing a little jig around our tent. It's rather amusing actually. Everyone else thinks so… except for Ron… but like I said before. He's a sore loser.
"He's more than a Quidditch player! He's an artist!" Ron growled. We laughed at him. It was hard not to.
"I think you're in love, Ron," I said with a laugh. We laughed more and Harry and the twins started singing this love song causing Ron to go red in the ears.
After a few more minutes of Make Fun of Ron Time, we heard loud bangs and screams. I but it was the drunken Irish having a party for winning or something like that. I wouldn't doubt it actually.
"Merlin, sounds like the Irish are celebrating," said George with a mischievous grin, nudging Fred in the side. I wouldn't be too surprised if they went out and get a little Fire Whiskey happy. It'd be the Irish blood in them.
"That's not the Irish," Dad said. He ran in here looking horrified. What does he mean it's not the Irish? Of course it's the Irish! The Bulgarians would be sulking, no doubt, not celebrating! "Kids, we need to get out of here. Go to the forest!"
"Dad, what's going on?" I asked as he pushed us through the front flap of the tent.
He ignored me and said, "Fred, George. Ginny is your responsibility. Take her to the forest."
"Right," George said, grabbing one arm as Fred took the other.
WHAT'S GOING ON?
"But Dad, what's going on?"
"I'll explain later. GO!" he shouted. "I've got to help the ministry."
The twins started pulling me into the mass of screaming people. Tents were blowing up three feet away from us and stray people were just barely making it out. There was a little girl running around, crying for her dad.
"What's going on?" I screamed, trying to make my voice heard about all of this noise.
"Just move, Ginny," Fred said grimly. I've never heard him sound that serious before. "We've got to get to the forest!"
"Oh, my God!" we heard some lady scream. I'm a curious girl. I couldn't help but look. So, depending on the twins to lead the way, I turned my head. And then I gasped. You would have too.
Behind us was a row of deatheaters. You know, You-know-who's followers? Yeah, well they had the muggle family levitating around and upside down! Muggle Torment is horrible!
"Ginny, turn around and run!" George yelled. I looked up at him, truly scared. Not to mention he had green paint smeared all over his face and the flames made him look insane.
"What's going on?" I shouted, my voice quivering. I was really very close to tears.
"I don't know! Just get a move on or we'll be next!" Fred said, pulling my wrists as we avoided an exploding tent. He's so good at making his sister feel like she's going to live through this thing. Yeah, that was sarcasm there.
So, we sprinted through the masses of people. When we finally reached the forest, it was, if possible, more chaotic than it was with the exploding tents and screaming people. In here, all of the witches and wizards that could had their wands lit. So it wasn't as dark as it could have been. But it was still weird because the occasional drunks would pop out from behind a tree, someone would stun them and then we'd walk away from said tree.
"Now what?" I asked as I latched myself onto Fred's arm. There's no way I'm getting lost in this pass of people.
George looked grim. "Now, we have to find our way back to the portkey."
Great. We have to go find some old boot. This should be easy. Once again, note the sarcasm.
"Excuse me, Sir, have you seen an old boot anywhere around here?" I asked a disgruntled looking man. He shooed me off, muttering something about beggars. Great. I look like a hobo.
"Ginny, don't talk to strangers!" Fred said, looking down at me.
"I was asking where our boot was, thank you very much," I said in a dignified voice.
"Well, he could be one of them, so keep the boot hunting to us," George butted in. Sheesh. I was only trying to kelp!
"Fred? George?" someone called from behind a nearby tree. They whipped around (taking me along with them of course) and took out their wands. The twins shoved me behind them for my "safety."
"Who are you?" Fred shouted.
Along with that, George shouted, "SHOW YOURSELF!" Well, he more like growled it.
A tall figure stepped out from behind the tree. Has want was out and pointing at us. Boy do I feel safe.
"Lumos," I head George mutter. Eh, a little underage magic shouldn't do any harm, right? Right.
"It's Lee!" the person (hereby known as Lee Jordan… or just Lee… or just Jordan if you're mad at him) shouted, lowering his wand. The twins followed the suit.
"Merlin, Jordan, You just scared the crap out of us!" Fred shouted, walking towards his friend from school.
"Sorry, mate. I didn't mean to, honest!" Lee said with a laugh. It's amazing how much one can laugh when there are murderers on the loose. Eh, at least I'll die with a smile.
"It's alright," Fred said. "What are you doing out here by yourself anyway?" He's got a point. Lee would be an easy target. Especially behind that tree?
"My mum and dad are helping the ministry. They told me to go to the forest and look for people I know to keep safe," Lee explained.
"Annnd?" George asked.
"You were the first person, well, people, I saw," Lee said with a grin. Poor Lee. The only ones that could save his life would have been my brothers. He would have been a goner for sure.
I laughed, and, still being behind the twins, it wounded like a random, coming out of no where, laugh.
"What was that?" Lee asked in shock, looking around all alert and what not.
We laughed at him. "That," I said, still laughing, "would have been me." I popped out from behind Fred and George and Lee sighed, looking relived that it was just me and not some crazy hobo. Oh wait, apparently I look like a hobo. Anyway….
"Oh, hello Ginny." Lee said to me with a faint smile. "I didn't see you there."
No duh. "Obviously," I said lowly. Whoops. That wasn't supposed to leave my head. Oh, dragon dung! I've got to learn to control what think so that when I say it… it will be controlled….
Three pairs of eyebrows were raised at me.
"What? I've lived with you guys all of my life! How can you expect me to not say something that's somewhat of a come back?" I asked in disbelief.
"She's got a point you know," Lee said with a smile. The twins laughed. Well, at least I'm off the hook… for now that is.
"So what's happening… you know… out there?" I asked nervously. Every other time I tried to get this question answered, I ended up with a 'Shut up Ginny!' or a 'Be quiet or we're next!' or a 'PORTKEY PORTKEY PORTKEY!' and I'm really not in the mood for another one of those.
"Death eaters," Lee said grimly.
"Well I know that!" I said. "But what are they doing?"
"Isn't it obvious?" George asked, looking at the glowing moon through the trees. "A few of them got drunk and decided to relive the memories of tormenting muggles." I flinched. Tormenting muggles. I don't see why people do it! Just because they can't do magic? Well that's a dumb reason!
"I hate death eaters," I muttered quietly.
"Join the club," the twins and Lee said in union.
"KIDS! KIDS!" someone shouted. There was a figure in the distance running towards us. The four of us shot up, me being pushed behind Fred, George, and Lee. I don't see why, though. I mean, I can take care of myself! Unless I don't have my wand… but then I'll just fight the muggle way. Hermione taught me how to punch. Last year she nailed Malfoy right in the jaw. It was bloody awesome!
Anyway… and now I'm stuck between a George and a tree. It's not all that comfortable by the way. Especially because there's this stick that's going into my lower back. That's not going to help the back pains… Not that I have back pains… but it'll give me back pains if I stay in this position any longer!
"KIDS!"
"Dad?"
"Mr. Weasley?"
"Wa's ion no?"
That last one was me. Except I was being muffled by George's back therefore I could not speak.
"Kids, I'm glad I found you," dad said, panting. He must have sprinted all the way over here. "Are you alright?"
"We're fine," Fred said, brushing some dirt off of his shoulder.
"Where's Ginny?" Dad asked, worried.
"'m o'er hea!" I tried to shout.
"Oh, sorry, Gin," George said, taking a step of me. I let in a gasp of air. Yum, air. It is one of the best things in the world. And then I coughed. But not when said air has little tiny pieces of dirt in it. Blach!
"I'm over here, Dad," I said with a wave. A realization look appeared on his face and he smiled. Then, he looked around confused.
"But… but where are the others?" he asked, checking behind the tree, behind the twins, and under Lee's left foot.
"They ran off in the other direction," George said. "Once we left the tent, they went one way and we went the other."
"So… so you don't know where they are?" Dad asked, being a hand up to his head. We all shook our heads.
"Merlin," he said. "Okay, go to the portkey, Amos is there with Cedric, waiting for us nonetheless, it will take you back. I'll grab another."
"But Dad!" I cried out. This night has been too stressful.
"What is it, Ginny?" he asked, now annoyed that he can't find his son, his son's friend, and the boy-who-lived.
"Where's the portkey?" I asked. Seriously though, I wasn't going to go through the whole 'Merlin where is it!' thing again.
"Just walk that way and it will bring you up the hill," Dad said, pointing to our right and running off in a completely different direction.
"LEE MICHAEL JORDAN!" came the shrill voice of a woman. Lee cringed when he heard his name.
"Mum!" he shouted.
She walked over to him. "Come on! We have to catch our portkey out of here!"
"Bye guys," Lee said, walking after his mum, who could actually walk really fast by the way.
Fred, George, and me walked through the forest, trying to avoid a few people, especially the ones who were falling out of the trees… Once we reached the portkey, Amos and Cedric, both who had open cuts across random parts of them, welcomed us. I looked at the twins in this newfound light and saw that so did they… meaning that I probably did too….
"Morning, lads," Amos said. "Rough night, eh?"
"Ya think?" I said out loud. Damnit. I've really got to work on that.
"What was that?" he asked, leaning in a bit.
"Nothing, can we just get home?" I asked with a smile. Old people like it when you give them the innocent smile. It makes you look…innocent.
"Alright then," Amos said, looking down at the mangy old boot before us. "Ready." We all touched the boot, which was much roomier now that we were four people short. "One, two… THREE!"
I instantly felt that weird hooky thing in my belly button. I wonder if that's what it's like to get your belly button pierced… Ew… But we spun out of control like and landed with a thud on the hard cold ground. Well, actually, only I landed with a thud this time. Somehow the twins managed to master the art of letting go of the portkey. Darn you. But once I landed, I realized how tired I actually was, being up all night, running through the forest, avoiding the creepy drunks, and the whole thrill of the Quidditch World Cup and everything.
So, I'm guessing the twins were tired too, because we all walked home in silence, me still squished between them, of course because a death eater is going to pop out of the Lovegoods garden and attack me right then and there, right?
We walked inside where we were met with Mum with a broom, holding the Daily Prophet. It would have been a rather amusing sight if she wasn't trying to hit us with the broom.
"Mum! What are you doing?" Fred yelled, grabbing a hold of the tail end of the broom.
"Sorry, you know, it could have been anyone!" she shouted, lowering the broom after getting a good look and knowing that it was us. And then, she pounced. First me and then the twins. We were bombarded with hugs and "ARE YOU OKAY?" and "Don't you ever scare me like that again insert name here Weasley!" Yeah, that's Mum for you.
But then, we ate loads of breakfast that she made in a heartbeat. Because that's just what Mum does. When in doubt, cook up something good. I thought that was her philosophy until I realized that it was "always listen to me or I'll have your head!" I think I like the cooking one better… especially now that I'm starting to take after the twins.
"Mum," I said with a mouth full of toast and eggs. "This is spectacular!"
"Why thank you, Ginny," she said, smiling down at her favorite daughter. Ha, that would be me!
"Molly, I'm home!" I heard Dad call from the entry way. Mum bustled off to meet him there. I could hear her opening the paper and showing it to them all. And then, I fell asleep, right there on the table.
A/n: Sorry for the uber long wait between updates. I wanted to get a few of the Katie's one posted but then I had to write up this one still and math is getting harder and harder to write in because I think my teacher suspects something. innocent grin But anyway, I hope you liked the chapter! I'll be updating sooner, I swear!
Love,
Snuffles
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