"..And did you see the way that Bolivarian Seeker, Slum, caught the snitch? It was like there was no broom beneath him, he owned the air he was riding, bloody amazing," sighed Andrew, adjusting Andy who was sitting on his lap.
"Awwwwww Drew's in love..." said Sirius framing his face in his hands, fluttering his eyelashes and pulling a crooked grin.
"Shuddup, he's a damn good flier! Andy, don't look at me like that!" retorted Drew sulkily,
"Hey, how the hell do you do that?" asked Lemo putting on a blank expression trying her hardest to flutter her eyelashes only too look like she was stoned, Barry tryed his best to disguise a snort of laughter by turning it into a very bizarre sneeze.
"Ahahahah!" Sirius triumphantly taunted, fluttering his eyelashes at Lemo; who sat back in the console of Barry's lap, glaring at him.
xxxx
An hour later all of them were in bed and asleep, well most of them. Sirius sat beside a potbelly fire and watched parts if the match over again through the omnoctulars.
xxxx
"Get up! GET UP NOW!" Sirius voice cried waking them instantly; Sirius hardly ever sounded this worried.
"What? Is the tent on fire?" Lemo asked groggily, smelling smoke.
"No! Just grab a jacket and get out of here! Head for the woods!" said Sirius, thrusting jackets into their arms.
Barry jogged out of the tent, his wand at ready in his pocket, Lemo by his side, Andy and Drew following.
Screams and yells reached their ears. Panic was everywhere; Tents were being set on fire by men in red balaclavas and black baggy robes. Andy was about to run but Drew grabbed her.
"We've got to stay together! Come on - this way!" he shouted over the noise of the panicking crowds.
xxxx
Reaching the forest, that was spread around the outskirts of the grounds; they sat in silence, all of them shaken by what had happened. Breaking the silence Barry jumped up,
"Shit! Sirius! Did he follow us out of the tent?"
Everyone looked blankly at Barry; they hadn't seen Sirius since he had given them their jackets and told them to run.
"Calm down mate, he'll be fine" said Drew, patting Barry on the back.
Barry stood for a moment look as though he had all intentions to run from the safety of the forest and find his godfather, when he looked over to Lemo who looked on the verge of tears, sat beside her and comforted her.
xxxx
A rustle came from nearby bushes. Drew looked over to Barry, who looked at Drew; both nodded and walked over towards the bushes, Drew a little behind Barry. Drawing out their wands, Drew called out,
"Who's there? Show yourself!"
There was silence, and then a figure cut and ran from its hiding place in the bushes. On impulse, Barry stunned them, (Btw..."Cut and ran" means run away, jus incase ur stoopid loike andy...)
"Stupefy!"
The figure fell to the ground as the spell hit them and lay motionless. Barry and Drew strode over to the fallen figure.
"What is it?" Lemo asked from the clearing she and Andy were sitting.
"It's… It's... its Lotte... " said Barry in horror.
"Arm yourselves you scoundrels! Attacking a wandless teenager in darkness! Have you no shame?" Called a voice from the distance.
"I know that voice!" Lemo spriung up, "Oh Great Cheesy, please spare these thick skulled morons! They had no idea who the hell was in the bushes," Lemo sunk in to a theatrical low bow and Cheesy threw off an invisibility cloak grinning.
"Oh, it's just you guys... Lotte was checking out who it was, she said has really good night vision et cetera" said Cheesy folding up the cloak and calling for the others to come out.
Soon they were joined by Banana, Don and Jub.
"So, where'd you get the cloak?" asked Andy running her hand across the material.
Cheesy shrugged,
"Sirius handed it to me, told me to head for the woods and look out for you guys. But then there were some of those other guys coming out from the wood by the time we got here, so we thought you guys were them."
"I'm guessing the cloak is Barry's...?" said Banana drawing pictures in the dirt with a stick.
"Yea...I guess all we can to do now is wait…" said Lemo quietly, nursing Lotte's head on her lap.
