Sheep22-Finally someone like me. Most people are really offended when I insult Herimone. I have to write a reply of defense on another story I wrote because I made fun of the troll scene...

Oh, and people need special permits to use muggle rides...and pure bribery to use ones that fly.

We Have the Best Tent Ever...But Look At The Section

"Hey Sirius, I though motorcycles weren't allowed at the World Cup?" James said as he hopped on Sirius's flying motorcycle. "Plus that tent looks really small. Are we really going to fit in it?"

"Well...usually motorcyles aren't allowed, but the Ministry owes me for false imprisonment and lack of a trial. I also have the best seats in the house." Sirius laughed. "Besides, we have magic. You'll be amazed what it does to tents."

"Where's Professor Lupin? I mean...the World Cup seems like a romantic place to go." James looked in the distance. There was Professor Lupin. He seemed to be running for some odd reason. "Never mind."

Professor Lupin stopped at the motorcycle. "Moony, we still have a couple of minutes. Were you afraid to be late?" Sirius joked.

Professor Lupin wasn't amused. He just gave an evil glare at Sirius. "What are you thinking, putting James on a motorcycle? Lily wouldn't approve."

"James would." Sirius replied.

"But Lily would win." Remus thought he won...until Sirius pulled him into the sidecar and flew off into the night. "I hate you."

"But that's why you love me." Sirius grinned. James almost puked at the lovey dovey scene.

"Hey James, do you know how the muggle money system works?" Both Sirius and Professor Lupin asked at the same time, thankfully in a quiet voice. James could tell the muggle was suspicious. He was the same way before with his relatives.

James sighed. "Yes, I've only lived in it my entire life. How much sir? We've booked one tent."

"Twenty pounds. Even if you have blue hair, you still are better than some of the people that pass through here. Some even gave me gold coins the size of hubcaps." The muggle sighed.

"I know; foreigners need to get a guidebook on how this country works, so at least they can pay in our money. Nice meeting you, Mr..." James led on.

"Mr. Roberts, and you are?"

"James Black."

"Here are our spots." Sirius cheerfully pulled out an expensive tent that was so magical it risked the magical world being exposed. When Sirius set the tent up, there was a full size hot tub and bar right outside the entrance. It was so...Sirius. "Home sweet home."

"Sirius...why the hell does not only our tent, but everyone else's look magical?" James just looked around. One tent looked like a castle. One was a miniature palace with live birds, and another had a garden. "Is everyone just trying to get caught? Really, how moronic is this?"

"I thought I heard some saracastic comment." Good news: Draco was in their section! Bad news: Sirius was with him! Oh, this was going to be a pleasant trip...wait, Professor Lupin usually keeps Sirius under control.

"Are you with your parents?" James asked. He really hoped no, even though he liked Draco's mum well enough. It's just that he didn't want to hear constant screaming and fighting from Sirius to his beloved family.

"Yes...and I see fighting in the near future. Our tent is the one with the birds." Draco answered.

"Should have known." James just started laughing. Draco gave him a dirty look. "You have to admit it is funny. Fine, I'll stop. Anyone else here that you've seen? I know the Weasleys, Nev, and Loony came."

"Neville is in the tent with the garden." Well...at least the tent suited Neville. "Susan is in the regular tent next door with the rest of her family. I think the Weasleys are getting water for some reason. I mean...you can cook inside of the tent." Draco finished. "It has an oven."

"You wizards have no concept of roughing it." James rolled his eyes. "I'm going to find the Weasley family tent." Instead, James ran into the fans of Bulgaria. He decided to turn his hair the team colors because this was the first team he ran into.

Then he heard the gushing voice of Ron Weasley. "Vicktor Krum is amazing! He's a bloody genius, he is. You'll see."

"Ron, just who I was looking for!" James yelled.

"You made it and you are supporting Bulgaria!" Ron was thrilled.

"I don't understand guys and their fascination for sport. I really don't." Granger sighed.

"Want to come back to our tent?" Ron asked, completely oblivious to Granger's death glare. "I think my family misses you."

"In other words..." Fred started.

"He misses your cooking." George finished.

"When did you two show up?" Ron yelled.

"You were taking too long." Ginny answered. "We came and got you. Hey Crim!" Ginny waved.

"We have more relatives to introduce you too!" George yelled.

"I think you and Charlie will get along just fine; he likes to work with dangerous animals too." Fred said.

"And he has less sanity than most." George commented. "Like you and Luna, well, maybe not to your extreme." James just grinned at the comment.

"Where's Draco?" Ron asked.

"Go to the tent with the live birds, and after that, the tent with the hot tub is ours." James said.

"The tent was Sirius's idea, wasn't it?" The whole group asked.

"Yeah...it was." James sighed.