Bagman and Crouch

Both were dressed as Muggles, in jeans and polos. Siria smirked at the small logo of a paw print on a moon. "Are you alright?" Cedric asked Neville as he helped him off the ground while Mr. Weasley greeted the wizards. "Thanks" Neville muttered while he patted himself down. The Ministry wizards directed the parties toward their tents. "See you at school," Cedric nodded as he left with his father.

(Book: B4, 76-84 The party make it to Mr. Roberts's field, pay, and a Ministry wizard has to Obliviate Mr. Roberts because he knows something odd is happening. Mr. Roberts gets "ten" memory Charms a day, in part because Ludo Bagman keeps talking loudly about Quidditch. Mr. Weasley confesses that Ludo has always been a little lax about the rules. Hermione, Siria, and Mr. Weasley manage to get the tents up. Hermione, Neville, Ron, & Siria go to get water, which lets them walk around, see young kids growing up in magic families, wizards from other places, chat with Seamus and Dean [who are supporting Ireland] & that shamrocks cover the tents of the Irish supporters while Viktor Krum scowls on the Bulgarian supporter's tents. While waiting for water, they overhear an exchange between a ministry wizard & a man named Archie, who is wearing a woman's nightgown because he likes "a healthy breeze 'round his privates, thanks." Hermione has to leave the line in a fit of giggles. They run into Oliver Wood, who has joined the Puddlemere United reserve team. Then they see Ernie Macmillan)

"Potter-Black!" Ernie gripped Siria's hand in a firm shake. She had to put down the water she was carrying.

"You can just call me Siria," she told him as she turned to shake his mother's hand. Mrs. Macmillan smiled brightly at Siria and shook her hand.

"It's so nice to meet you." Mrs. Macmillan told Siria. "You must Hermione, Ron, and Neville" Mrs. Macmillan extended her hand to shake each of theirs. "Ernie's told me so much about you," she smiled. Neville's blush went unnoticed as Mrs. Macmillan patted her son's shoulder. "It's lovely, what you're doing."

Hermione looked to Siria with accusing eyes, but Siria only replied with a small shrug. "What are we doing?" Neville asked quietly.

"The study group!" Mrs. Macmillan chuckled. "We had one back in my day, much smaller mind you, but we could only ever get one Slytherin to join— it's difficult to promote school-unity when you can't get good numbers." Siria felt a blush creep across her face. She didn't know what to say. Hermione shook Mrs. Macmillan's hand again and thanked her.

They heard Siria's name called across the way and all turned. Siria quickly turned back to Mrs. Macmillan. "It's been really nice to meet you!" Siria inisited before she ran toward the man that called her name. "Sirius!" she hissed when they were only a few tents apart. He dropped all sense of composure and pulled Siria into a back-cracking hug. She groaned. "Let go!"

The two back tracked to the Macmillan's tent to collect the water she had been carrying, which Sirius took over after introducing himself to Ernie and Mrs. Macmillan. "Maryann," Sirius greeted her with a smile. Mrs. Macmillan clicked her tongue and waved him away. "You haven't changed." She told him. Siria watched her father's smile waiver for a blink before regaining its playful tone. Sirius quickly corralled them away.

Once they were out of earshot and hurrying along, Sirius sighed. "Honestly, do you know how worried I was when I heard how long you'd been gone?"

"We ran into some people" Siria told him as she, Hermione, Neville, and Ron waved to some other people from the study group. "What are you so jumpy about?"

"Did you already forget about your dream?" Sirius asked in a hushed tone. Reflexively, Siria stroked her scar. It didn't even tingle.

When they returned to the tent, Sirius ushered Siria inside. "Siria, there are Death Eaters that aren't in Azkaban— plenty of them avoided capture." Sirius said in a dark tone.

"You think they'd do something to me here? Sirius, the place is crawling with Ministry Wizards." Siria protested. "Besides," she patted the lining of her jacket, where her wand was concealed "if push came to shove…" Sirius sighed, but hugged her. She patted her father's back. "It's going to be okay." Siria smiled. "I'm tough as nails, like my parents."

Sirius sighed, but couldn't hide his grin or his pride. "Alright," he said and broke apart the hug to pat his pockets. "Happy Birthday," He told her as he presented a small gift box. Siria tapped her glasses frames. "Um, dad." She smirked.

"You'll like these even more." Sirius assured her as she accepted the box. Siria peered cracked the gift box, which Sirius had stuffed to the brim with tissue paper. She sat down at the table and emptied it out. Two thin boxes fell onto the table and Siria gasped.

"Contacts! You got me contacts?" Siria cried.

"Are you happy? I can't tell" Sirius confessed while he scanned her face.

"Happy?" Siria practically shouted as she shook the boxes in her hands "When can I put them on? How do I put them on? Is there a spell that means I don't have to poke my eye?" She said all of this rather quickly and in a single breath while she looked from Sirius to the boxes.

(Book: B4, 85-92 Mr. Weasley runs a commentary for Hermione, Neville, Siria as Ministry Wizards run around, trying to keep magic on the downlow. He mentions Unspeakables, which are people that work at the Department of Mysteries. They have lunch when the others arrive. Ludo Bagman stops by, is introduced to everyone, then asks if anyone wants to bet on the match. Fred & George put all they have and a fake wand. Ludo says he still hasn't seen Bertha, but isn't worried. Barty Crouch Apparates, calls Percy "Weatherby". Ludo hints that they have another event after the Quidditch World Cup, which they'll know about soon enough.)

"See you all later!" Bagman said (B4, 92). Sirius placed his hand on Bagman's arm and pulled him in close enough whisper. Siria leaned in to hear, but Sirius used his other arm to keep her back. Bagman's face seemed to drain of its color, which became more obvious when Sirius leaned back into his seat.

"Right," Bagman waved. He spared another look to Sirus before Disapparating with Barty Crouch.

(Book: B4, 92-93 Fred asks what's happening at Hogwarts, Percy tells them it's classified, Fred shuts Percy up by calling him "Weatherby". Excitement is in the air and there's no way to keep magic quiet with all the salesmen Apparating around. There are scarfs, tiny figures of players, hats with dancing shamrocks, mini Firebolt models, and Omnioculars, which look like brass binoculars, but can pause, reply, and provide a play-by-play)

"Five pairs, please" Siria requested, but Sirius placed called out "Twelve!" Siria looked over her shoulder at him, but Sirius was already pulling out the Galleons. "No one gets a Christmas present, not even you." Sirius winked at her. Siria seriously doubted he wouldn't send anything, but smiled at him.

"Sure, dad." She nodded as he handed her one of the freshly bought pairs of Omnioculars. Sirius passed the others around until everyone had a pair.

(Book: B4, 94 Hermione gets them programs, Mr. Weasley ushers everyone onward because it's time)