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'Tell ya what lads, all ya can eet, that'll 'ave 'em flocking to 'arr doors, greedy buggers the lot of 'em those Muggles I tells ya.'

The mans two cronies nodded and rubbed their hands together in glee. Staring at their master's boots they looked up at his head, which was covered with a mop of greasy hair.

'But boss, I don't geddit how will that gedum into the campsite.' Said the thicker of the two.

The tall man rolled his eyes and grimaced revealing his stump like teeth.

''Ave you never 'eard of a cloaking spell, will drive 'em in like sheep.'

'But boss' proclaimed the other slightly more intelligent, but not remarkably so man 'isn't there spells to stop muggles gettin' in an' all that.'

'Not exactly boys, I took care of that.' Said the man, proudly straightening his jacket. Sneering at his employees he barked 'Now getta move on you've gotta job to do.'

They scurried off.

'Nice tent Lee' said Neville earnestly, nodding in the direction of their canvas marvel. Lee smiled and wiped the sweat off his brow, it had been a hard afternoons work, but after two collapses and an lengthy search for the guy ropes, -which had been discovered in Neville's, back pocket- they had finally finished.

'My dad got it off and Irish bloke he met in the Leaky Cauldron.' Nodded Lee 'I did have my reservations, want to take a look.'

The boys stepped into the tent and took a look around. Lee rubbed his eyes proclaiming 'Crikey this is what it feels like to be colour-blind.' Neville looked a little queasy 'What an interesting colour scheme' he said. He was referring of course to the vivid shade of green that was plastered on the Walls. Floors. Ceiling. And all upholstery and appliances within the tent. Wondering what the commotion was Lee's dad rushed in with wand drawn and collapsed to the floor.

'His least favourite colour.' Nodded Lee sadly. 'Had a nasty run in with some leprechauns as a child.'

'Oh' said Neville 'Just a slight glitch then'

Later on that evening Neville and Lee took themselves to bed, Mr Jordan however, chose not to accompany them, instead opting for the alternative, of the cold outdoors. He had been seen earlier hurriedly dragging his bed outside, much the amusement of the surrounding onlookers. Lee had told Neville, his dad often forgot he had a wand in these sorts of situations.

Lee and Neville were greeted by a being that look somewhat like a Zombie, but at a second glance they realised it was in fact, Lee's father. The bags under his eyes suggested that he hadn't had the best nights sleep.

Stumbling outside Lee drew in a deep breath smelling the fresh Quidditch air, as ashamed as he was to admit it a shudder of excitement rippled through him as he remember what day it was. He was on the same complex as Victor Krum!

High above eager fans whizzed by on cleansweep sevens and already he could hear the sounds of the Irish supporters chanting names 'LYNCH MULLET MORAN!'- The names drifted across the air.

'One sausage or two?'

'Pardon?' Lee turned Neville who had rather quietly begun to cook breakfast interrupted. Feeling his stomach rumble Lee gladly sat down to a full English.

'Do you recon we'll see the others anytime soon?' said Neville thoughtfully into his hash brown.

'Probably, I mean we do have a fair bit of time to kill before the game starts.- tell you what we'll just finish up and have a wander' said lee diplomatically downing his tea in one 'bye Dad' he said to the sleeping bag huddled next to Neville.

'Yes come and later me collect' said his dad tiredly 'I mean...'

'Yes dad ok gottit' Lee called behind him, he and Neville had already made a move.

No sooner had they left their plot when a large flying object hit Lee from behind, thinking he was being attacked Lee called out to Neville in alarm, only to hear Neville reply nervously.

'Fred, George.' Confused at first Lee thought it was some act of treachery, what had really happened was he had just received a warm greeting from his two best friends.

'What was that?' he exclaimed.

'One of our latest inventions' replied Fred gleefully.

'Something up with your dad?' asked George turning towards Lee's tent and pointing at Mr Jordan who was currently trying to fry his slipper.

'Don't ask, he had a nasty run in with a green tent.' Replied Lee.

'Upto much?' asked Neville.

'Not really but…' At this point Fred was cutting off as a balding man in a one piece sleep suit rounded the corner, holding what appeared to be a rubber chicken.

'RUN' shouted the twins in unison, grabbing the other two by the sleeves.

Darting in amongst the tents Lee barely had a chance to ask them. 'What is going on?'

'Well… it's a bit of a long story.' panted George.

'Lets just say that rubber chicken he is holding used to be a wand.' Said Fred.

Neville in true form tripped over a tent pole, causing the others to go flying and land in the middle of a family sat down to their eggs and bacon.

'Morning all' Said Fred, simultaneously winking and pulling flecks of mud out of his hair. 'Might I say you look particularly radiant today…'

A deep growling (easily mistaken for a pack of wolverines) interrupted Fred as the angry man slowly began to approach, moving in for the kill.

'on second thoughts I don't think this relationship will work out' said Fred to the busty blonde as he hastily stood up to his feet . Looking too the others who were already edging away without him he decided to use some initiative and make a run for it , grabbing his brother and Neville by the sleeve as he ran past he shouted to Lee.

'MOVE YOURSELF'

'I'm coming' said Lee clutching his ankle which he had sprained in the fall. Lee was beginning to know how Neville felt going up that hill.

However the pain was quickly forgotten as he turned back and saw the man coming thundering towards them

'I can recommend an excellent folical stimulant' grinned George to the man as he rubbed his full head of red hair.

This seemed to enrage the man more who was past words.

'Why me WHY ME' stammered Neville his eyes wide with fright.

'Not to worry lads' said the twins simultaneously rolling up their sleeves 'Peruvian vanishing powder' said George

'Always does the trick' agreed Fred. With that the twins threw two small pellets , an unimaginable sea of dark smog exploded out of the tiny contraptions just allowing the boys time too duck behind a stall and evade their furious pursuer.

Once the man had given up (muttering words that cannot be published) as he turned rubbing his head and shaking his rubber chicken wand Lee breathed a sigh of relief. From under the stall he could see three pairs of feet, one in a fairly shabby pair of trainers, one in a pair of immaculate walking boots and one in a pair of green Wellington's three sizes too big.

The owner of the walking boots gave a large sigh 'for goodness sake Ron cant you shut that ridiculous badge up , I've had about 20 dirty looks from passing Bulgarians and I don't really want to get jinxed.'

'Stupid fatty Dudley and his rubbish fatty feet' muttered the owner of the massive wellies.

Turning to Neville lee raised an eyebrow.

'told you we'd find them ' she smiled.