Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or Cedric. But I totally own Promise. She is definitely mine! So hands off! All of you!

Chapter 2
The Playing Field

Cedric looked around at the man who had announced their arrival before turning back to watch Harry, Ron, and Hermione stand up from their positions on the ground.

"Morning, Basil," Mr. Weasley strode over to the wizard in the kilt, who was carrying a scroll of parchment, and handed him the moldy boot. The man carelessly threw the boot over his shoulder and it clattered down a large pile of used portkeys behind him.

The man began to discuss something with Mr. Weasley, but Cedric paid no attention to them, which wasn't difficult because of the weakness and fatigue apparent in the man's voice. When Cedric's father became engaged in the conversation several seconds later, however, Cedric moved in to listen to the conversation, realizing it was the more responsible thing to do.

"-Quarter of a mile's walk over there, first field you come to. Site manager's called Mr. Roberts. Diggory," the man consulted the parchment briefly again. "Second field… ask for Mr. Payne."

"Thanks Basil," Mr. Weasley murmured. He beckoned all of them forward across the misty marsh ahead of them.

They proceeded in silence for several minutes until Cedric began to make out the dim outline of several hundred tents sprawled along the large field in front of them, giving way to a very large, dense forest at the end of the field.

As a small stone cottage approached, Cedric and his father exchanged farewells with the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione.

"They're a nice group," Cedric's father sighed as they walked past the first field and towards the second, passing by the small patch of dense forest that cut the two fields in half. Cedric wished he had time to explore the forest in depth. Maybe he'd explore it that night, during all the celebrations going on after the victory of either the Bulgarians or the Irish. Or maybe if he could slip away before the match… It'd keep him occupied during the hours of boredom he had ahead of him waiting for the match.

They stopped after several more minutes through mist when they finally reached the cottage in front of the second field. This field, however, looked even bigger than the first, the edges themselves obscured in mist, unlike the last one, which still had a barely visible tree line in the distance.

Cedric's father approached the front door and knocked several times. They waited for several seconds before Cedric's father knocked several more times, this time a little louder. Still no answer. Cedric's father shrugged and pounded on the front door as hard as he could.

"'Ang on! 'Ang on! I'm coming!" Came a muffled voice from the inside of the cottage. Cedric heard several scuffling sounds, a quick burst of water, and then a fumbling of the lock before the door opened on a man with vibrant red beard. "Mornin' gents!" Mr. Payne said brightly through a thick Cockney accent, eyes shining even through his long, dripping wet hair. "What can I do you for?"

"Yes, good morning," Mr. Diggory said to Mr. Payne. "I believe we reserved a tent several weeks ago. Under Diggory?"

"Oh!" Mr. Payne exclaimed, throwing a hand to his head. "Terribly sorry," He reached to a hook on the wall of his home and pulled off a clipboard. "I'm just a li'tte behind in me reservations, you know? It's been crazy getting' all of these people sorted and placed into tents, especially after the first couple thousand. Everyone's full up. Loads of reservations. Rather peculiar really. Not much out in this neck of the woods apart from a couple of trees and a huge marsh," The man chuckled, elbowing Cedric's father hard in the arm. "Not complaining though. It pays the bills," He returned to his papers, lifting each of the twenty or so sheets in turn. "Let's see, Diggory… Diggory… Dandelion, Depperidge, Descolt, Détente, Dibrim, Diggory! There we are! Your tent is one of the closest to the woods. Just follow the cen'er aisle until you get to almost the end."

Cedric's father nodded and beckoned Cedric to follow behind him.

"Umm, Mr. Diggory?" Mr. Payne called out, forcing Cedric's father to turn around. "You forgot about the payment. I prefer it up front if you don't mind. Like I said, I gotta pay the bills," he grinned widely.

"Right," Cedric's father smiled as he dug into his pants pocket and withdrew a large roll of cash. "Here it is I think," He handed Mr. Payne the large roll.

The man stared. "Ummm, sir, I think this is a bit much."

Cedric's father blinked. "Right! I knew that. I was just wondering if you'd like to take your share and just give me back the change."

The man shrugged and leafed out most of the wad before returning it to Cedric's father. "Now you 'ave a nice time! If you need any wa'er there should be a wa'er tap in the next field over."

"Thank you!" Cedric's father muttered as he turned around and rejoined Cedric. "See, Ced? Muggles can be very nice and understanding people. All you need to do is flatter them. They always think they know everything."

Cedric nodded, suppressing a yawn.

They walked through the campsite as Cedric looked around at all of the different tents around the campground. He nearly laughed. The tents couldn't have been more obviously wizarding tents. None of them looked anything like the pictures they had in the recreation section of his Muggle Studies textbook. He was fairly certain they didn't need picket fences, or chimneys, or large sunflowers, or windmills, or lights or even an added small farmhouse, complete with pigs and cows near them.

Even Cedric's father noticed the problem. "I'm just going to say that we need to use as little magic as possible."

They reached the edge of the forest and stopped in front of the only remaining spot without a tent, on which sat a bag marked "Diggory".

"This looks like the place," Cedric's father looked around very quickly from side to side before withdrawing his wand, muttering an incantation and waving it, forcing all of the contents of the bag into forming their own tent. Cedric cringed slightly as his father flicked his wand and a large gold "D" appeared on the top of the tent.

His father sighed contently. "That should do it."

They entered the tent and looked around at the kitchen and two full size bedrooms inside the tent. Cedric examined the four poster bed and instantly began to wistfully dream of falling back to sleep, but too much needed to be done. He couldn't simply walk away at a time like this.

"I'll leave you to your own devices," Cedric's father yawned as he flopped onto one of the beds, placed his hands over his chest, and closed his eyes. "Just don't get into trouble and wake me up in a couple of hours."

Cedric smiled slightly. He walked around the tent slowly once, soaking in the details, before opening the flap and walking out into the misty marsh. He turned to the left and nearly bumped into a girl, who carried a cup of hot tea. She squeaked and jumped back, managing to keep her steaming tea in the cup.

"Cedric?" the girl asked, recognizing him.

"Promise!" Cedric cried, staring into the face of his best friend from Hogwarts and fellow sixth year Hufflepuff, Promise Ledger.

"I knew you were coming but I didn't know you'd be here!" Promise set her tea on a nearby stump and pulled Cedric into a tight embrace. "When'd you arrive?"

"About two minutes ago," Cedric smiled. "It's good to see you!"

"It's good to see you! Where's your tent?"

Cedric smiled and pointed over his shoulder at the tent just behind him.

"Oh!" She slapped her head with her free hand. "I knew that! I just decided to make myself some hot tea to wake me up. It's a big day, you know."

Cedric smiled. "Yeah, I waited all summer for this."

"And why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Promise put one hand on her hip. "We could have thrown you a welcoming party or something at-" she paused to check her watch. "Five forty five in the morning. Are you here by yourself?"

Just like Promise, always questioning and wanting to find out answers. She often would reiterate to Cedric time and time again about how the Sorting Hat almost sorted her into Ravenclaw, but after a very overly dramatic argument she apparently won out after the Sorting Hat saw just how much she really enjoyed her friends and how hard a worker she really was.

"Nah," Cedric shrugged. "My dad's just in the tent sleeping off the extra hours we had to walk to get here."

Promise gaped. "You walked here? Where are you located again? It can't be anywhere close. There's nothing around here for miles."

Cedric laughed. "No, no, no. We had to walk to our Portkey. I've been up since two."

"And you aren't sleeping because…"

"It's the day of the Quidditch World Cup," Cedric said, raising his eyebrows. "There's so much to see and do. Who knows who's here? I wanna meet up with people I know and all of that good stuff."

"Well," Promise smiled smugly. "I do know of one person…"

Cedric felt himself turn slightly pink. "You're joking."

Promise smiled brightly. "Around you? And about her? Absolutely not. She's even managed to snag our field if you must know."

Cedric gulped. Could it be true that she was here? "Are you messing with me Promise? Because if you are, I could hex you."

"Ced," she smiled sweetly. "We both know you'd never hex me, even if the chances of you getting caught, like here, were especially small."

Cedric pouted slightly. "You know me too well."

"After five years I would hope so!" She continued, smiling brightly. Promise never stopped smiling, except when focusing on a difficult spell of course.

"Well," Cedric shifted his weight uncomfortably. He did want to go out and meet her, but how could he? Would Promise understand? Would she go with him? What if she said no? Could Cedric hang out with her?

"Oh please, lover boy," Promise rolled her eyes. "We'll find her and she'll love it. I think we might even be able to spend some time with you, but for now," she looked around cautiously before pulling out her wand, waving it quickly, conjuring two small foldable chairs out of thin air, and taking took a seat in the one closest to Cedric's tent. "I would just like to sit and sip my fresh tea. Want some?"

"Sure," Cedric shrugged again.

"Open your hands," Promise smiled.

"Ha ha, Promise," Cedric smiled. "Nice try, but I really don't want you pouring hot tea into my hands."

"Cedric," Promise attempted to look convincing. "Have I ever let you down?"

"Well," Cedric held out the fingers on his right hand, enumerating the numerous times Promise had played some sort of joke on him. "There was that time in Herbology in our first year, you never really have given me anything but bad advice in Potions, I always get in trouble with Professor McGonagall when you talk to me in Transfiguration, and then there's that time you blurted out an incorrect answer to Professor Vector in Arithmancy and then blamed me for it."

She giggled slightly, remembering. "I forgot about that one," but she straightened up. "But other than that, what have I possibly done to you?"

"Do you really want me to go on?" Cedric sighed and opened his hands into a cup formation.

Promise smiled and waved her wand, making a cup pop out of mid air. She waved it again, and piping hot tea trickled down from the tip, into the cup in his hands.

Cedric glared at her, but she just smiled innocently. "You said you wanted some."

"Not with magic!" He whispered loudly. "You know we're not allowed to do magic outside of school!"

She smiled naively. "No one saw me, and besides, don't you think the Ministry has better things to do than picking out a sixteen-year-old's magic out of a hundred thousand witches and wizards?"

"And how long have you been using magic?" Cedric asked, frowning.

"Ever since I figured out I wouldn't get caught."

"And you've been here… how long?"

"About a week, which is, coincidentally of course, about the same time I figured out I could use freely. Besides, I know what I'm doing. No one'll see me and I know that I need the practice. I mean, who doesn't?"

"Promise," Cedric sighed, inhaling the very tempting smell of tea. "Have I ever told you that you're terrible?"

"Can't remember a conversation where that hasn't come up," She said from over the top of her large cup. "But I do, however know where she is."

"Yeah, yeah," Cedric felt himself turn pink again as much as he couldn't help it.

He obviously knew who "she" was of course. He had his eye on her since his second year when he helped to cheer her over to the Hufflepuff table. His eyes glazed over under the combination of his daydream and the hypnotic aroma of the tea in front of him. Only the cry of "Wingardium Leviosa!" from Promise shook him from his catatonic state. She saved all of the steaming drops of liquid from splattering all over his jeans.

"You know," Promise whispered, flicking her wands several times, conducting the tea back into the cup. "If it weren't for me I don't know what you'd do."

Cedric rolled his eyes. "Can I have my tea back?"

"You know Ced," Promise huffed, pulling a stray curl of brown hair from her head and tucking it behind her ear with her pinky. "I go through all the trouble to give you this really nice cup of hot tea and all you do is spill it. I don't think you like my cooking very much," she released a fake sob. "How could you do this to me? After all we've been through together? How could you? I thought we were honest with each other!"

"Well maybe if you let me sink into a reverie thinking about Sam every once and a while we wouldn't be in this predicament," Cedric held out his hand. "Can I have my tea back?"

"Ooooo!" Promise squealed, changing her mood faster than she could perform her spells. "Does that mean that the Cedric Diggory actually fantasizes and really does care deeply about our dear Samantha Bennett?"

Cedric looked around wildly.

"Are you kidding Ced? The only people up are the little children who can't even spell yet and the people who want to see if they can get to the stadium early."

"Where is the stadium?" Cedric asked, intrigued and glad to drag the conversation away from Sam.

"Other side of the woods," Promise said offhandedly, curling her legs in the chair up underneath her body. "As for Sam,"

"You're never letting that one go, are you?"

Promise smiled innocently. "Let what go? Sam? The girl who you've had a crush on for ages? I don't know what you're talking about," She toyed with her wand, flicking it absentmindedly up and down, side to side, forcing Cedric's cup around in circles and in every which way. "Oh!" She exclaimed, jerking her wand oddly, breaking the spell, and attempting to make it look like she had completely forgotten about the cup as it fell to the ground. Cedric dove forward and caught it, landing on his stomach. "That Sam? That really nice, sweet Sam? The one I swap girly crush stories with in the wee hours of the morning in our rooms? The one who is a really good-"

"If you finish that sentence," Cedric interrupted her as he stood up from his position on the ground, dusting his stomach off with his empty hand. "You won't want to look in the mirror until seventh year."

"Ced," Promise batted her eyes. "Honey. Both of us have already been over this today. You're not going to hex me," her eyes brightened as she focused her eyes on something behind her. "Especially not when she's coming this way. Don't turn around!" She whispered quickly, seeing his wish to whirl around and look at her. "She's just a brunette-blonde with green eyes. It's nothing you haven't seen before. Just act normal."

Another key Promise moment: Leave it to her to be taunting him one second and then the next attempting to hook him up with the girl of his dreams. When the time to get serious came she really-

"Hello!" came a very cheery voice from behind Cedric, directly above his head.

Cedric jumped in his chair, once again flinging the cup up into the air, the hot tea once again jumping out of the cup and skyrocketing downwards into its second skydive of the morning. He watched in horror as it fell in slow motion down to his up-until-this-point spotless pants; he suppressed a wince as he saw all of the little spheres instantly stop an inch before staining his jeans.

"Oh!" the voice said. "Sorry to frighten you like that. It's difficult to recognize anything in this giant mist. I didn't see you until just now."

"That's ok," Promise said brightly, holding her wand and the drops steady. "We never did credit Cedric with too much brains at six o'clock in the morning. A night's worth of study shows he just has lapses in thinking at certain times of the day. Especially when he slips into minutes, or even hours of daydreams. I think we set a record and made one a week dream, didn't we Ced? Anyways, sometimes a person's voice manages to snap him out of it. Problem is it upturns the huge cup of scalding tea that I made for him," She whirled her wand upwards as the drops flew up and with a downward flick landed in the cup without so much as a splash. "Isn't that right, Ced?"

"Right," Cedric said nervously from his position in the chair, overwhelmed with relief at the thought that Promise had saved him from yet another potentially embarrassing situation. He mouthed a quick thank you to Promise, who nodded, and stood up, miraculously not overturning his chair or doing anything foolish. "Sorry about that Sam," he smiled at her, attempting not to lose his breath at every perfect detail of her face. "But I've been awake for four hours already and there's a whole 'nother day before the Cup starts."

"I know!" Sam smiled. "Are you excited? I know I am!"

"You have no idea," Cedric murmured, but he knew that both he and Promise knew he wasn't talking about the Cup. "Where are you sitting?"

"About center of the pitch, pretty high up," she shrugged. "Only about seven rows away from the top box."

"Can," Cedric began, catching his breath for a second. "You hang on for a second?"

Cedric darted inside his tent and pulled the tickets out of his father's pocket, checked them quickly, and then returned them gingerly to their original position without waking his father from his deep sleep.

"I think we're in the same group of seats," Cedric looked at them both, stepping back out of his tent. "What about you, Promise? I don't think you told me where your seats were."

"Well, I know my family managed to swing just below top box seats, seeing as my dad's one of the top members of the Department of Magical Games and Sports. But I think I somehow managed to snag the seat just above to Cedric," she said as though she hadn't really planned it.

Sam whirled around. "How exciting!" she exclaimed looking at Promise.

Cedric, however, stared at her with wide-eyes. He screamed at her in his head, and knew she got the message. No way she would have played with something as sensitive as the Quidditch World Cup. Cedric wouldn't believe it. He knew Promise was daring, but this daring? He couldn't believe it.

"We all get to sit together!" Sam cried, hugging Cedric tightly. "I knew I'd get to sit near someone I knew!"

Promise flashed him the widest smile he had ever seen from her as he squeezed Sam back. He pursed his lips and glared at her. She planned the seating arrangements!

"Won't that be marvelous?" Promise asked nobody as she stood up from her chair, walking forward and grabbing Cedric's cup of hot tea that Cedric out of mid air and placing it in his hand. "All of us sitting together? All we need is a few more Hufflepuffs and we could have a 'Go Ireland!' section of the crowd all wearing yellow and black."

"That would be so exciting!" Sam smiled as she pulled Promise into a hug after she withdrew from Cedric.

"You didn't!" Cedric mouthed at her, grateful that they mastered the art of silent speaking.

Promise shook her head and smiled behind shut eyes. "No," she mouthed back. "Her and me being next to you?" she nodded her head as though it were the coolest thing ever. "Oh yeah. You've got to be crazy to think that I didn't swing that one myself."

"So," Sam pulled out of the hug and looked at Cedric and Promise. "What do we want to- am I missing something here?" She asked, changing questions mid-sentence to fit with the staring contest between Cedric and Promise.

"No," Promise smiled at Cedric. "Nothing at all."

"Great!" Sam squeaked. "Do you think I could hang out with you guys today? My family plans to just sit around all day. They've been here for three days and the magic kind of wore off five days ago. You can do the math. My little brothers would probably just run up and down the aisles all day anyways. It'd get old before could even start. Not that I don't love my little brothers, but after three days just… really old, you know?"

"We would be honored, for you to join us for the day" Promise said, enunciating exactly how they felt. "Goodness knows Cedric would hardly be able to put up with me and my rule-breaking for a full day."

"Rule breaking?" Sam looked at Promise quizzically.

"She's been using magic," Cedric rolled his eyes.

Promise grinned sheepishly. "Not that much. Just made some tea, and some for Cedric, and stopped his tea from spilling twice. You know, it's actually good tea! He just doesn't want any because he thinks I'm a terrible connoisseur."

"Now hang on just a second," Cedric interjected. "That's not true at all. I've just been basking in the smell for a while."

"Nice try buddy," She looked at him in disbelief. "Sam Bennett, would you like some tea?"

"Yes please!" Sam smiled.

"Hold out your hands," Promise smiled maliciously.

Sam glanced over at Cedric, who nodded as calmly as he could. Not shaking when looking at her took all of his resolve. He tentatively took a sip of tea for comfort to give him something to do with his hands in order to stop him from doing something foolish. The tea nearly scalded his tongue when it hit, but it managed to fall in the gray area where it was hot, but not enough so to burn his tongue. He felt a wave of calm wash over him as he downed his first gulp. What did Promise put in this tea?

Sam held out her hands as Promise waved her hand, conjuring a cup and pouring the tea exactly as she had for Cedric, except Sam's looked browner than his green tea. Sam inhaled deeply, taking in the smell of warm tea.

"This smells wonderful! What is it?"

"Something I picked up in a spell book of my mother's. I swear I know every type of tea that exists. I chose some Asian Green Tea from Ced here, and for you I chose an herbal lemon. I hope you enjoy it. I actually think about the people before I make the tea."

Sam sipped it cautiously before her face lit up. "I love it! What's in it?"

"I don't know, a little of this and a little of that. I think I threw a little Veritaserum in Cedric's," Cedric choked on his next sip, barely able to keep it in his mouth. "No, no, no Ced," She laughed, sipping more of her tea. "I'm just kidding. Nothing that drastic, although I think I put a love potion in Sam's. Maybe that's why she likes it so much," She laughed as Sam choked on her tea. "Once again, just kidding."

"She doesn't know how to kid properly," Cedric whispered to Sam.

"Look," Promise blinked very slowly. "Just because I played a simple harmless prank on you one time in Herbology in our first year around those Venomous Tentacula I get deemed 'untrustworthy.'"

"Ahem," Cedric prompted her on.

"Fine," Promise rolled her eyes and exhaled deeply. "And there was that one other time in Transfiguration when Cedric got yelled at by Professor McGonagall because he thought I was talking to him. Honestly, can you believe he'd say something like that? Me? Talk? Never! In class? Certainly not!" She smiled into her cup as she brought it to her lips.

Cedric rolled his eyes. "Do you want to keep going, Promise?"

"Keep going? Cedric," she laughed skeptically. "Don't blame me because you can't control yourself in class. Goodness, I do two things wrong and my best friend turns on me."

"Why did I not talk to you two earlier?" Sam laughed. "You two are hilarious!"

"No," Cedric glared over at Promise. "She just enjoys embellishing the truth slightly."

They stood there in silence for several more minutes, enjoying each other's silent company. With each sip, Cedric slipped into a more relaxed and calm state, still feeling the fire inside him burn for Sam.

A rooster crowed somewhere on the field, causing al three of them to jump.

"That one's new," Promise looked around.

"I thought I'd seen them all," Sam faced the direction of the rooster's call.

"All of what?" Cedric asked, taking another sip of the addictive tea.

"Some of the people who actually like to bend the rules slightly and leave the general area of their tent tend to travel around the field in an attempt to find the most ridiculous looking tent. I think your father did a good job. It's one of the more inconspicuous of the many tents here," Promise smiled into her next cup of tea. "I personally nominated it for the Lamest Attempt At Personalization Ever Award.

"Do I need to take this?" Cedric asked Sam, feeling increasingly more relaxed around her. "I mean, honestly. How much abuse can one wizard handle?"

"Well," Promise smiled at him even more innocently. "If that wizard is you, then not that much. Man, I haven't even gotten rolling yet, either."

Sam giggled in the next sip of tea. "Let's go find the rooster. Seems like he's going to get strangled if he doesn't stop," she noted as she led the way away from the forest and towards the center of the field, the location of the majority of the remaining tents.

Cedric followed behind Sam, continuing to notice the waves of light brown hair ripple down her back. "What'd you put in the tea?" He asked Promise in an undertone.

"Paranoid much?" Promise quipped back as though expecting this question.

"I'm serious," Cedric said. "There's something funny about this tea."

"I know! It's green! How strange is that?"

"Come on, Promise."

Promise smiled smugly. "Youuuu'llllll have to gueeessssss," she chanted in true Promise singsong fashion. She skipped merrily up to Sam and began to converse with her as though nothing were wrong.

Cedric rolled his eyes. He stopped trying to control Promise a long time ago. That was part of what made her so fun, though. It helped lighten up Cedric. It broke him out of his shell and helped him have fun and get work done at the same time.

The day moved by quickly as Promise, Sam, and Cedric continued on, traveling from tent to tent and admiring the handiwork of each, making funny awards, such as "Most overdressed," and "Most Likely to Succeed as Witch Weekly's Next Model Dream Tent," and "Best use of an object starting with the letter J and ending with the letter M. They even crossed the forest and into the next field over, the one that Cedric knew held the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione, but they didn't stay there long after seeing that, besides the definite sections separating the Ireland supporters from the Bulgarians, their field didn't appear too terribly exciting or particularly good fodder for their "Muggle Tent Awards."

Slowly the sun began to fall out of the sky and towards the earth, making Cedric terribly hungry when Sam begrudgingly left them at her tent because she needed to scarf down a fast dinner so she could get hyped for the match.

"Now," Promise smiled, skipping around Cedric brightly. "Was that really so bad? How long did you talk with her? Hours? And it came natural."

"Yeah," Cedric murmured. "Because you laced my drink with something."

"Are you kidding?" Promise looked at him. "I can make tea. Like I actually have the skills to add some special potion to the tea. That was all you buddy. Don't you feel special?"

"I feel played…" Cedric looked at her sarcastically.

"Yeah," she smiled as she paused in front of Cedric's tent. "But when you get to sit next to her at the match will it alter your ability to talk with her?" She smiled, as Cedric's face grew slightly white. "We'll see. Oh! I'm so glad I'm sitting right behind you! See you in a few! I just need to pick up my ticket and I'll meet you back here."

She hugged him quickly and skipped off to her tent several flaps down. For all the trouble she was, she did help him out a lot. He smiled, thinking about the time he spent with Sam, pulled open the flap to the tent, and entered.

His father sat on the edge of the bed, putting his shoes on. "Why didn't you wake me? It's getting late."

"Sorry, I was hanging out with my friends."

"Ced," Cedric's father stood up and put a hand on his son's shoulder. "I'm just giving you a bad time. I know that you'll never forget about me, and I'll never forget about you. Promise."

"No, she left," Cedric stated absentmindedly. "Oh! Sorry, I was just hanging out with Promise all day and I thought you were referring to her. But seriously dad, I know."

"Have you had anything to eat?" His father asked. "I don't know if you know, but I'm a mean cook."

"Yes," Cedric suppressed a laugh and attempted to make it look like he took his dad seriously. "From what mom tells me, you do enjoy making toast, and," he paused for a minute of fake thought. "toast, and more toast."

"Yeah," Cedric's father looked at Cedric as though he was the coolest person on Earth. "But my toast is world famous."

Cedric burst out laughing. "Toast it is then."

Cedric's father flicked his wand and placed some toast on the kitchen table. His father had a point. The toast did taste superb. Cedric finished his final bite as he heard a voice whisper in his ear.

"Are you coming or not?" Promise's voice came from directly behind him.

Cedric gagged slightly. "Goodness," he choked as he swallowed his last bit of toast. "Have you no concept of manners! I'm eating here!"

"Come on," Promise grabbed his arm. "They're selling all this cool stuff outside! You have to come see it," She pulled him outside and he nearly stumbled into one of the many wizards walking down the aisle selling wares. "They're called Omnioculars! They're so cool! You can do anything with them!"

"I'll take two," Cedric held up two fingers to the vendor who pulled two out of the pouch at his hip and handed them to Cedric. "How much?"

"Twenty Galleons," the man held out his hand, and Cedric obligingly dropped the coins in his hands, handing the second pair to Promise.

She gaped in amazement at the beautiful brass pair of Omnioculars.

"No quip?" He asked smugly as he heard a large gong sound elsewhere in the distance. Bright red and green lights lined the numerous paths leading into the forest.

"Is that the bell?" Mr. Diggory asked as he paid for his pair of Omnioculars and looked towards the woods. "I guess we're moving. You ready to watch the most exciting game of Quidditch you've ever seen?"

"Are we?" Promise smiled as she led the march into the forest.