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.:Chapter 8:.
I walked to the kitchen door by myself, Dumbledore had already disapparated. When I opened to door, everyone in the kitchen. They stopped talking, and I thought that they might have been talking about me. No, I must have been getting too full of myself.
"Are you hungry, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, walking over to the counter.
"Not really." I said, sitting in an empty seat beside Harry.
"We were just talking about the Cup." Ron said, turning to Fred and George, and saying: "Ireland is going to win, hands downs."
"I agree with Ron." Fred said, hitting Ron's shoulder.
"I don't." George said, with that every one started talking again. I just sat there, trying to take in everything that just happened. It was really hard to think I'm going to Hogwarts! I had met Dumbledore!
"How did you like Hogwarts, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, smiling. It took me a few moments to realize she was talking to me.
"It was wonderful! Just how I pictured it!" I said, returning the smile. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley asked a few more questions about what had happened today, then they sent me upstairs to pack for the Cup, everyone else had packed while I was gone. Before I left, I turned to Mrs. Weasley to ask her something, but she understood what I wanted before the words left my mouth. She flicked her wand, and we heard the thud. Everyone else stayed in the kitchen, telling the funny stories about Hogwarts that wasn't in the books. I packed alone for about an hour then the twins came up to their rooms. "I'm really sorry about thinking you guys did that." I said, looking at my feet.
"It's okay, we would have done the same thing!" George said, hugging me. But Fred stayed where he was.
"Fred?" George asked, giving his twin a strange look.
"Fred?" I asked, too.
"What?" Fred asked. He stood in the door way for what seemed like an eternity. Then he hugged me.
"Can things go back to normal?" I asked. "I mean, how they used to be before today?"
"It was nice, wasn't it, George?" Fred said, smiling.
"It was, Fred." George said, circling behind me. I saw Fred wink, then all of a sudden I was on the ground being tickled to death.
The next day was when we left for the Quidditch World Cup. We had to wake up really early to get to the Portkey on time. We met the Diggory's by the boot. Mr. Weasley told them I was a distant cousin on Molly's side. With my red hair, no one doubted it. Cedric seemed a bit distant than I would have thought. The twins didn't like him much, because they said he's too full of himself. And it didn't help that Mr. Diggory was talking about how his son had beaten the great Harry Potter last year. The twins and I walked behind everyone else, mostly because the twins weren't talking, and I think they didn't want their dad to interrogate them.
"What is wrong with you two?" Hermione asked as we reached a slightly large wooden building. Mr. Weasley walked up to the building and started to converse with the Muggle standing there.
"Diggory." I answered for them.
"That's not it!" The twins said together. They blushed, so I knew I was right.
"And that's almost believable!" Mr. Weasley walked back to us, and told us where our site was, and we fallowed. Mr. Diggory and Cedric walked in the other direction, waving good-bye.
"So, if it's not Cedric-" I started.
"It's Cedric now, is it?" George asked, scowling at me.
"It is Cedric! I knew it!" I said, grinning.
"No it's not!" They said together. I smiled, stopping the arguing. They would eventually turn it around on me. I got the information I wanted, so I was happy.
We stopped talking just in time to see the old man in a woman's nightshirt. I looked at the twins, their faces red from trying not to laugh, and I knew I looked the exact same way. Once we were out of ear shot, we fell to the ground laughing.
Mr. Weasley, who we know overheard it as well, just kept walking. If we weren't choking on our laughter, we probably would have stopped in our tracks, not understanding why he didn't find it funny. Even Hermione was laughing. Our eyes filled with tears as the laughter continued, but it was under enough control to be able to walk to our campsite. Mr. Weasley got the tent sent up, and we walked in.
"Amazing!" Harry said, taking the words right out of my mouth. Mr. Weasley said Hermione, Ginny, and I would be in the next tent, while everyone else was in this tent.
"Girls, you can take your things to the other tent." Mr. Weasley said. We nodded and left. The morning fog was lifting, and we could see the vastness of the camp sites. Once the flap shut to the boys tent, Ginny turned to Hermione and said, "I bet 5 sickles that Fred and George are going to be sleeping in our tent."
"I take that bet." Hermione answered, laughing.
"No, Mr. Weasley won't let them." I said, hurt. They made it sound like the twins and I had some kind of conspiracy plan together.
"He won't, but he won't know about it. Marie, do you know the twins at all?" Ginny said. Okay, so they don't think we have the plan. They know the twins do.