Chapter Seven

BAGMAN AND CROUCH

The group on the ground groaned while they were trying to get up. Which was a feat since their limbs were entangled. They had arrived on some sort of valley.

Two grumpy looking wizards were looking at them while holding a large roll of parchment.

They had dressed themselves as Muggles as well. Although you could clearly see they weren't used at doing so.

"Good morning, Basil." Mr. Weasley said while handing over the portkey.

The man named Basil threw it in a box that was filled with trash. Like an old newspaper, empty drink cans and a deflated football.

"Morning Arthur. You're lucky you're not working… Wait I'll look for your spot… Weasley… Weasley…" Basil search the parchment.

"Walk about a fourth of a mile that way, the first field you bump into is yours. Ask for mister Roberts. Diggory… yours is the second field. You have to ask for Mr. Payne."

"Thank you." Mr. Weasley said and the group started off in the right direction.

After walking for a bout ten minutes hundreds and hundreds of tent rose on the horizon. It took Rose's breath away. The field was bordered with a dark looking forest. They came across a cottage, probably the keepers house.

"Arthur, we're in a different field, so we have to keep going." Mr Diggory said.

Cedric and Rose looked at each other with sad faces. Mr. Diggory glanced their way and a smile crept up his face.

"Anyhow maybe we'll pass by tonight after the game."

Mr. Weasley smiled as well.

"See you tonight?" Cedric asked.

"I hope so." Rose smiled.

They said good-bye to the Diggorys and approached the cottage door.

There was someone standing in the doorway and just one glance at him told Rose he was a Muggle.

When he heard us approaching he turned to look at them.

"Good morning." Mr. Weasley said cheerily.

"Morning." The Muggle responded.

"Are you Mr. Roberts."

"Yes, I am. What's your name?" The Muggle asked while grabbing a list that was attached to the door.

"The name's Weasley, two tents."

"Your spot is by the woods. Just one night, correct?"

"Exactly."

"Will you be paying now?" Mr. Roberts asked.

"Euhm… yeah…" He shot Rose a panicked glance and she understood the message immediately. She and Mr. Weasley backed away a few steps.

"You have to help me, Rose. I don't understand Muggle money." Mr. Weasley muttered.

Rose smiled at him while she scanned the notes he just took out of his pocket.

"This is a… what is it?"

"You can recognize it by the number in the corner." Rose said.

"Ah… it's a ten then?"

"Correct."

"Why they use bits of paper still baffles me…" Mr. Weasley said. Rose had to chuckle at that.

"Which country are you from?" Mr. Robert asked.

"Here, why?" Mr. Weasley answered puzzled.

"I've seen a lot of people having trouble with money today. There was even one guy that tried to pay my in gold goins…"

"How peculiar…" Mr. Weasley answered, panic in his eyes.

"My father just forgot his glasses at home. He can't see a thing without them, that's all." Rose said smiling, and using her Weasley similar red hair as an excuse. Mr. Weasley smiled when he heard it.

Mr. Roberts seemed relieved with that explanation and started rummaging around in a tin for some change.

"I've never had this many people before." He glanced at all the tents. "All these pre-bookings… I've never had any before, people usually turn up when they feel like it."

"Oh really?." Mr. Weasley said. Rose could hear in his tone of voice that he really wasn't comfortable with the direction the conversation was taking.

"Yes, and they're all foreigners, and not just that, they're all weird. The way they dress… it's absurd sometimes."

"R…Really…" Mr. Weasley looked at his clothes with a panicked look. Rose shot him a reassuring look. He looked very normal for Muggle standards.

"And it seems everyone knows everyone, like it's a party or something."

"Maybe it's just an international convention. You know how those can be." Rose tried to appease the muggle.

"Oh, I hadn't thought of that…" Mr. Roberts said thoughtful. "Makes a lot of sense though…"

Suddenly another wizard apparated right next to Mr. Roberts. Said wizard immediately pointed his wand at the Muggle.

"Obliviate." He snapped.

Immediately Mr. Roberts appeared to look like he was in a daze for a few seconds. Like he wans't even there anymore.

Rose immediately knew that his memory was being altered.

"There you go." Mr. Roberts said without emotion. He gave Mr. Weasley a map and his change.

"Thank you." Mr. Weasley answered with a empathic face.

The wizard that had altered Mr. Roberts memory walked with them to the gate. The man looked simply exhausted, under his eyes he had dark shadow and a stubble was forming on his chin.

When they were out of earshot of Mr. Roberts the man spoke up.

"Oh my. I've been altering his memories at least ten times each day. People really don't know how to act around a muggle. Not that Bagman makes it a lot easier. No he's speaks aloud about Quidditch, brooms, snitches and quaffles all day long, not caring who hears. Bloody hell I long until tomorrow, when all of this will be over. Anyway, enjoy the game Arthur."

The man disapparated.

"Isn't Bagman the head of International Games and Sports?" Ginny asked with surprise. "Shouldn't he set an example?"

"Yeah." Mr. Weasley said smiling. "He's always been a bit enthusiastic, and not really watchful for the rules. But you'll never find someone more enthusiastic about sports. He was a professional Quidditch player himself you know.

As they kept walking through the tents, Rose noticed that the further away they got from the cottage with Mr. Roberts the more extravagant the tents got.

In the beginning the tents look rather simple and you could clearly see the wizards were trying to make it look like normal tents but somehow, somewhere along the line they went horribly wrong.

By putting chimney's in, or adding floors, or weather vanes.

But the further they got the less Rose was surprised that Mr. Roberts was getting suspicious.

Some tents were floating, others looked like a flat. There was even on that looked like a palace with peacock placed in front.

"By this rate, they'd better lock Mr. Roberts up. None of these even look remotely like a normal tent." Rose muttered to Hermione. Hermione had to chuckle and nod in agreement.

"This is us!" Mr. Weasley said.

They had arrived at plot that had a sign with 'Weezly' written on it.

"This spot is the best! We're right at the woods and the Quidditch field is just on the other side." Mr. Weasley said happily.

"Now, he have to put these together without magic or anything. Should be a piece of cake, Muggles do it all the time. Rose, Hermione how do you think we should start?"

That simple question resulted into the Weasleys sitting at the edge of the spot and Rose and Hermione putting the tent together.

They struggled a lot, and each time Mr. Weasley tried to help, something went awry and they had to redo a couple of steps.

"Ough…" Rose groaned when the top bar was leaning on her arms.

"George, get over here!" Rose groaned, feeling she didn't have a good grip. She didn't want to let it drop and start over again and she had caught George looking at her.

"Sure."

George got to his feet and walked over to Rose.

"Can… you… please…" Rose huffed. George examined the situation, he couldn't reach easily because the whole tent was in the way in front of Rose.

He stood behind her and reached around her to lift the bar. His chest pressed against Rose's back and she felt a blush rise.

"Hermione, is this better?"

"Yep now I can see… Don't move!" She snapped when Rose was trying to sidestep out of Georges proximity.

"O-okay." Rose said breathless.

Suddenly Hermione yanked at something which pulled George even closer. Now his chest was touching her back, his arms were pressing hers and his face was right next to her, partly in her hair. His chin rested on her shoulder and she could feel his breath in her neck.

This really got her flustered.

Too much touching in a really… euhm weird sort of way.

Her heart almost jumped out of her chest and she could feel George's as well on her back.

What was this… why did she get so flustered?

Because nobody has gotten this close to her except Cedric. That's why.

George shifted and breathed in. This gave Rose goosebumps and she was quickly wishing to escape this awkward position.

"Okay, I think…" Hermione said.

"Oomph." George grunted and before Rose could register what had happened they tumbled to the ground. Rose fell flat on her stomach and George tumbled on top of her. With the tent draped over them.

"Aw!" Rose recoiled at the sudden weight on her and tried to roll away, only to get stuck under George face up.

Their faces were mere inches away from each other and George had a funny look in his eyes.

"George…" Rose muttered and for the briefest second, Rose could swear his face inched even closer.

Then, suddenly, the tent got lifted off them by Fred and George backed away.

Fred grabbed George by the arm and pulled him off Rose.

"Rose are you okay?" Fred asked worried. He had a sort of angry look in his face.

"I-I'm fine." It wasn't really convincing. Rose was completely red and wide eyed.

"I'm so sorry Rose. Hermione yanked at something and I couldn't keep my balance anymore." George said. "Did I hurt you?"

He lunched forward and helped Rose up. Rose examined his face, but the funny look was gone and she only saw concern and guilt.

"No… no I'm fine." Rose answered.

"I'm sorry Rose. I thought I had it." Hermione said.

"It's okay. George keep the bar up again, I'll help Hermione."

George quickly grabbed the bar and held it up. He was blushing.

The knot in Rose's stomach that had been there since George started acting strange, tightened and Rose felt like she was missing something essential.

They quickly got to work again. This time Fred was helping as well. Both twins obediently followed the instructions Rose and Hermione gave them and the work went a lot quicker.

When they were done, they took a step back and looked at their finished work.

Two shabby looking two-man tents stood in their spot and Rose looked around the group.

That wasn't going to be enough. This afternoon when the final Weasley brothers arrived the would be a party of ten. No way everyone fit in there.

Hermione seemed to realize the same thing and looked at Rose with surprise.

"Let's have a look inside shall we." Mr. Weasley entered the tent. So did the twins, Ron and Ginny.

"What the…" Rose whispered.

Five people had just entered a two-man tent and there were no limbs pressing up against the canvas.

"Are we missing something?" Hermione said.

Rose shrugged, baffled. They had been on the inside while setting it up, there was nothing special to note. Rose followed the rest and her jaw dropped open when she entered.

She had just walked into a three room flat. Hermione had the same look on her face when she entered.

"But how… We have seen the inside, it wasn't this." Rose exclaimed.

The Weasley's turned and looked at their amazed faces.

"Magic!" Fred and George exclaimed.

"Blimey, sometimes I forget you girls grew up with Muggles." Mr. Weasley said with a smile. "There's an enchantment on the tent, it only activates once you have completely finished setting it up." Mr. Weasley explained.

"Oh."

"Let's check the girls' tent."

The tent was a bit smaller still bigger than what it looked like outside.

"I'll never tire of magic." Rose whispered.

"Sometimes I wonder what that feels like." George said, he was standing next to Rose. She shot him a quizzical look.

"I've often seen your face turn into pure amazement at something… magical. Something that is just normal to us, like the sky is to everyone. You just light up in pure amazement and wonder, like I don't know… getting your first ride on a broom or something. I find myself wanting to have that same surprise now and then…" George explained.

"I'll take you to Muggle London once, show you our technology." Rose bumped him.

"Although I'd like that very much, it's not really what I meant. Sure I want to feel that surprise, but I kinda want to invoke it in others as well. It's so much fun to watch you… you and Hermione get that look on your faces."

Rose smiled up at him and leaned closer, lowering her voice.

"That's why you'd be awesome at that shop of yours."

George gave her a bright smile back.

"Right, we'll need some water to put on a kettle." Mr. Weasley announced.

"There's a tap not too far from here." Ron said, examining the map Mr. Roberts gave them.

"Excellent, you Rose and Hermione can get some water and the rest of us can search some wood to build a fire."

"But why?" Ron asked. "We have an oven."

"As little magic as possible Ron! Muggles built fires outside the tent. I've seen them do it."

Ron groaned in response.

Rose chuckled and looked up. George was still looking at her with a smile.

"Come one brother, you heard dad! We searching for some wood." Fred yanked George outside.

"Let's go guy's." Rose told Ron and Hermione.

The sun was completely up now and shining on their backs while making a way through all the tents.

Other campers where waking up now and Rose saw Wizards and Witches of every origin.

More than once a Ministry official had to rush by them towards clear depictions of magic to intervene.

"Oh wow." Hermione said.

"Yup, we've definitively entered Irish territory." Rose said.

They had just entered a sea of green. Every tent was decorated in green shamrocks, so it looked like a really bumpy and grassy landscape.

"Rose! Ron! Hermione!" a voice cut through the clearing.

It was Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas and an elderly woman that looked like Seamus. Probably his mother.

"What do you think of the decorations?" Seamus asked.

"Very green." Rose nodded. Dean and Seamus laughed.

"The ministry is not too happy about it." Seamus continued.

"Why would they? We're just showing off our colors." Seamus' mom said. "You should see what the Bulgarians did. You're here for Ireland I hope?" There was a sudden sharpness to her voice.

"Of course." Rose answered.

When they continued on their way Ron muttered.

"Djeez, like we'de ever dare to say something else surround by all that green."

Rose had to laugh.

"I wonder what she meant about the Bulgarians." Hermione said.

"Well… let's take a look." Rose suggested.

When they neared the Bulgarian tents they noticed they weren't covered in plant life but with faces.

And every face was the same, it was moving but only slightly, for the Muggles Rose concluded.

"Krum." Ron said.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Krum! Viktor Krum, he's the Bulgarian seeker."

"He looks kind of grumpy." Hermione said.

"'Kind of Grumpy'? He's the best seeker in this generation, and really young too. He must be around 18 or something." Ron said in frustration.

"Okay, that's amazing and all. But he does look kind off grumpy." Rose said.

Ron let out a frustrated groan and stomped on.

Hermione and Rose had to stifle a laugh.

They finally arrived at the tap. They took the necessary water and started their way back.

Which went a lot slower because of the added weight.

On the way back they saw a few more familiar faces. One of them was Oliver Wood, their former Quidditch captain.

He dragged Rose all the way over to his tent to introduce her to his parents.

They were a little starstruck and both of them did the now familiar eye flick to her scar.

When they said goodbye, Oliver happily told her he signed a contract in a professional Quidditch team. Rose couldn't be happier for him.

After that they bumped into Erne Macmillan and after that they saw Cho Chang.

Rose waved at her and Cho gave a little wave back.

Finally they arrived back at their tents.

"What took so long?" George asked.

"We bumped into some people from school." Ron explained.

"Did you get a fire started yet?" Rose asked.

"No, dad's well… matches aren't his thing." Fred said.

Rose looked to were Fred was looking and saw Mr. Weasley try one match after the other, already surrounded with matched from failed attempts.

"I'll help you Mister Weasley." Hermione said.

Rose sat down between Fred and George to watch the spectacle of Hermione trying to teach Mr. Weasley how to light a match.

When Hermione succeeded in lighting a fire, they lazily sat around waiting for the fire to be hot enough to cook something.

Fred poked Rose and she poked him back smiling.

One after the other Ministry colleague popped up occasionally to talk to Mr. Weasley.

Mr. Weasley introduced everyone that passed by but Rose could remember a single one.

She was lazily laying back in the grass enjoying the sun and she doubted she'd ever meet them again.

When the fire was finally ready to cook and they started on some eggs and sausages, Bill, Charlie and Percy arrived.

"Ah, lunch is ready." Percy happily exclaimed.

"Hey, that's our lunch! You lazy ass didn't do a thing to earn it." Fred exclaimed while throwing a pebble to Percy.

"Hey! Too bad you can't apparate, then you would have arrived with us." Percy said haughtily.

George threw another pebble toward Percy.

"Our food!"

Rose had to giggle at their antics, each time Percy tried to take some food the twin would throw pebbles at him.

"Cut it out!"

"Boys…" Mr. Weasley said trying to calm things down.

"Fine but the workers get to pick first!" Fred said.

"That seems fair." Mr. Weasley laughed.

The twin charged forward and took all the sausages, since they had seen Percy had wanted to take one.

"Hey! I wanted one!" Percy said.

"Too bad, should have worked for it." George threw back.

"Guys, I wanted one too." Rose said darkly when she was forced to take an egg.

"Take one of mine." George said and he gave one of his.

"Why does she get one!"

"Because she worked for it! And we actually like her." George threw back.

"Boys! Enough! You can't take all the sausages." Mr. Weasley snapped.

"Fine." Fred said. And he went around the campsite to give out sausages with his brother. Giving to everyone… but Percy of course.

"You two…!" Percy gritted in frustration.

Before things could escalate however, Mr. Weasley jumped up and started signaling to someone.

"Ludo Bagman!"

A smiling man with a boyish face came walking towards them. He was wearing black and yellow quidditch robes with a giant wasp across the chest, not exactly incognito.

"Arthur!" The man responded happily.

When Bagman reached the campfire he shook hands with Mr. Weasley.

"Perfect day isn't it? Nice weather, barely a hiccup in the organization. Just perfect!"

Percy hurried forward to give the man a hand as well.

"This is my son, Percy. He just got a job at the Ministry." Mr. Weasley introduced Percy and them turned around to the rest of the group.

"These are my other sons, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie and Ronald and My daughter Ginny. And then we have Ron's friends, Hermione Granger and Rose Potter."

Bagman's eyes widened at the mention at Rose's name, with the familiar flicker to her scar.

"You guy's, this is Ludo Bagman. He's the one that got us such good tickets."

"It was my pleasure Arthur." Bagman waved the comment away.

"So Arthur, want to place a bet on the outcome?" Bagman said enthusiastically while touching a pouch that sounded like it had a lot of money in it.

"Hmm… okay. A galleon for Ireland to win." Mr. Weasley said taking out the money.

Bagman looked a tad disappointed about the amount but recovered quickly.

"Anyone else?"

"That's not such a good idea, Ludo. They're a bit young…"

"We bet thirty-seven Galleons, fifteen Sickles and three Knuts that Ireland wins but Bulgaria gets the snitch!" Fred exclaimed while jumping up with George and getting their money out.

"Oh and we'll add a fake wand."

"Don't be stupid, Mr. Bagman isn't interested in rubbish like that…" Percy said but he quickly swallowed his words when Bagman laughed loudly when he took the wand and it turned into a rubber chicken.

"Excellent! I'd pay 5 Galleons for that!"

Percy's mouth became a thin line from sheer disapproval.

"Hold on a minute!" Mr. Weasley said. "That's all your money, I don't want you… your mother…"

"Oh, Arthur, they're old enough. Ireland wins but Bulgaria gets the snitch, not a chance boy's, there's excellent odds on that.

Mr. Weasley looked deflated as Bagman took the twins money and wrote the bet down in his ledger.

The twins took the slip happily and sat back down on either side of Rose.

"Is that really all you money?"

"Every single knut." Fred said cheerily.

"Are you sure…"

"It's fine Rose. Beside we can sell the candy you gave back to us to earn some of it back." George said in a low voice.

"Okay then…" Rose still had her doubts, but she wasn't their mother. It's their decision.

When Rose refocused on Bagman he had taken a seat on the grass by the fire and they were talking about the language knowledge of Barty Crouch.

"Have you found Bertha Jorkins yet?" Mr Weasley asked.

When Mr. Weasley dropped the name, Rose got a pit in her stomach. She frowned, why was she suddenly filled with a feeling of dread?

"Nothing yet. Poor Bertha, so confused these last years… I'm telling you, she can walk into the office anytime, still thinking we're June or something."

"Shouldn't someone start looking for her?"

"That's what Crouch keep telling me. Oh… there he is now! Barty!"

Another man apparated at their campfire.

He couldn't be more the opposite of Bagman. His outfit was completely Muggle from head to toe. He looked like a fancy banker in his outfit. Even uncle Vernon would approve, Rose realized.

"Sit down for a bit, Barty." Bagman said with a wide smile.

"No thank you." Rose could hear the impatience in his voice. He sounded like Hermione when Ron was slacking his homework again.

"I've been looking all over for you. The Bulgarians want additional seats in the topbox."

"Oh that's what they want. I didn't understand a thing when they approached me earlier." Bagman said.

"Mr. Crouch! Would you like a cup of tea?" Percy said hurriedly while giving some sort of bow which was over the top.

"Yes… thank you, Weatherby."

Rose snorted and Fred and George made a strangled noise.

Percy, who was getting a fiery blush, ignored them by setting the tea for Mr. Crouch.

"Arthur, I'm glad I bump into you. Ali Bashir seems very displeased about your embargo on flying carpets." Mr Chrouch said when his eye fell on Mr. Weasley.

Mr Weasley sighed.

"I've told him a hundred times, Carpets are defined as a Muggle Artifact by the Registry of Proscribed Charmable Objects, he'll never listen."

"He's desperate to start selling here." Mr. Crouch said while accepting the cup of tea from Percy.

Bagman laughed.

"They'll never replace brooms here."

"He thinks there's a market for a family vehicle."

"It's been hectic with the world cup hasn't it." Mr. Weasley said. "You'll probably be glad it's over."

"Ha! I've never had as much fun. But we've got something to look forward to after this, plenty to do." Bagman said.

Mr. Crouch made a disapproving look.

"We're not allowed to talk about this. It's not conclusive…"

"Yes it is, they have signed haven't they? These kids'll know soon enough, it's happening in Hogwarts after all…"

"Barty! We should go, solve this business with the Bulgarians." Mr. Crouch snapped, cutting off Bagman. "Thank you for the tea, Weatherby."

Mr. Crouch gave his untouched cup back to Percy and looked pointedly at Bagman, urging him to get up.

"See you in the Topbox! I'm commentating!" Bagman said with a wave before they disapparated.

Fred immediately turned on his father after that.

"What's happening in Hogwarts dad?"

"You'll see." Mr. Weasley said with a smile.

"It's confedential information until the Ministry wants to announce it. Mr. Crouch was quite right in stopping Mr. Bagman." Percy said haughtily.

"Oh, shut it, Weatherby." Fred said.

As the time ticked forward, the campsite was bustling more and more with activity and excitement.

More and more magic was evident and the Ministry just couldn't cover it all.

Rose was laying on her back in the grass with the twins.

They were constantly teasing each other by tickling and poking.

"Hey guy's, there are salesmen that set up shop a bit further with souvenirs." Hermione suddenly said.

The three of them jolted up.

They looked at each other with wide grins.

"You thinking what I'm thinking." George said.

"Depends if you're thinking what I'm thinking that your think, then yes I'm thinking what you're thinking." Fred said with a grin.

Rose laughed and pulled them up by their arms.

"We're all thinking the same, let's just do it."

They started walking towards the stands.

"Hey Rose, you coming with us?" Ron called. He stood with Hermione and Ginny.

"I'll catch up, we just have to do something first." Rose called back. Ron made a face and turned away.

"What's his deal?" Fred said.

"He's jealous we're stealing his best friend." George evilly.

"You're not stealing anything. I'm not property, I go where I want and with who I want. Let's go." Rose said.

They wandered along the stands trying to secure a spot where they hoped they would get caught by Mr. Weasley but still visible enough for people to find.

They found a spot under a tree and Rose stood where most people passed to keep an eye out.

"Buy you Ton-Tongue Toffees here!"

"Prank you friends!"

"Amazingly embarrassing picture moments waiting to happen!"

"Laugh you ass off while your friend chokes on his tongue!"

"Teasing moments guaranteed."

Fred and George comically shouted.

Some people looked over but they kept walking.

After about twenty minutes without a customer the twins looked a tad disappointed.

Rose sighed while looking at people stopping at the sale stands and looking over the souvenirs.

"That's it!" Rose said happily, people buy what they can see.

She looked over at the twins, their shouts became less enthusiastic.

Rose strode over.

"Hey, aren't you standing on the look-out?"

"I have to do something first." Rose said and she reached into George's backpack and took out a Ton-Tongue Toffee. Behind her back she undid the wrapper.

"Hey George."

"What?"

"I think you're way hotter than Fred."

George turned red immediately.

"Wha…" The moment he opened his mouth, Rose saw her chance and she quickly stuffed his mouth with the toffee and clasped her hand across his mouth.

"Swallow!"

George fought back just a little but she had completely taken him by surprise, so he did.

"There!"

"What did you do that for?" Fred laughed.

"One, a little extra payback, two, people only buy what they can see." Rose smiled.

"You didn't have to jam it down my throat, we would… ha'… 'one…" George's voice became strangled, his tongue was swelling.

Rose smiled at him sweetly.

"It would have taken forever for you two to decide which one of you would swallow it, because I sure as hell aren't."

"'y…'e..?" George choked.

"What? I can't understand you…" Rose winked at him and turned towards the people passing by. "OH MY GOD! Look at his tongue! IT'S HUGE!" She yelled towards them.

People turned and watched only for their eyes to fall on George. Whose tongue was now hanging out of his mouth and was bright purple. People laughed and came closer.

"You're welcome." Rose said with cheek and she walked back to her spot to be on the look-out.

Within thirty minutes all the candy they had was sold.

People had crowded around them to get a good look at George's tongue and almost everyone laughed at the silliness of it all.

"Wow that got sold so fast." Fred said in amazement.

"How much did you get?"

"Ten Galleons." Fred said with glee.

"Awesome!" Rose high fived them.

"Yeah, geat.." George said, still having a bit of difficulty with speaking.

The swelling of his tongue had gone down but it was still bright purple. Mixed with his otherwise blue mouth, it was funny to see. Rose sniggered.

"Wha'?"

"Nothing." Rose said smiling. "Hey look!"

She pointed at a boy whose tongue was purple and gigantic. His friend was laughing his ass off.

The twins sported two identical grins while looking for Ron.

"There they are!"

When they caught up with Hermione, Ron and Ginny. Ron immediately looked suspicious.

"What did you guys do?"

"Nothing." Rose and Fred said in unison. George just kept his mouth shut. Which was probably the safest thing to do.

They strolled past the vendors.

Ron showed his loot, he had bought a miniature Krum, a shamrock hat and a large green rosette.

Rose eyes fell on something called Omnioculars. The vendor was explaining to the crowd that it showed explanations, you could rewind and slow down.

Ron followed her look and face fell.

"I shouldn't have bought the hat." He said disappointed.

"Three pairs please." Rose said.

"No, no, no." Ron countered while Rose was paying. Ron had always been a bit touchy about the fact that Rose had more money than him.

"Don't worry, you won't get a Christmas present." Rose said.

His face brightened immediately.

"Thank you Rose! I'll get us the programs." Hermione said.

They walked back to the tent.

Everyone was wearing green rosettes and Mr. Weasley had draped the Irish flag around him.

His eyes fell on the twins, who had green rosettes as well.

"How did you get those? I though you bet all you money?" Mr. Weasley said confused.

"I bought it for them, they can give it back when they win the bet." Rose quickly said.

Ron looked at her with surprise.

"No you…"

Rose quickly stomped him on the foot.

Mr. Weasley's eyebrows shot up but before he could comment a loud gong sounded from the woods and green and red brazier ignited. They showed the path to the field.

Mr. Weasley brightened immediately.

"It's time for the game!"


Again you AO3 readers will notice there are some changes in this one as well :)

I hope you enjoyed!

XXX D.