Suddenly, I felt a rush of air go by my head, and turned in time to see someone rush by on a broom. I smiled and felt the familiar buzz of excitement I always got when I watched Quidditch.
I quickly jumped down from Cedric's back and watched everything, my head twisting this way and that. It was fascinating. I could hear the people behind me marveling over things.
Suddenly, someone was zooming towards us on a broom, and I stood, frozen. Someone grabbed me and made me duck. The person went by, shouting an apology, and I sighed a breath of relief.
"Thanks, Ced-" I cut myself off as I saw who had covered me. "Oh, Harry. Thanks. That was sweet of you." I offered him with a smile, before he stood up, and helped me up.
"Hey, now we're equal." Harry said. I smiled as I looked at our hands, with mine fitting perfectly into his.
"I guess we are." I murmured, before releasing his hand to turn around.
"So, where're we staying Amos?" I asked, staring at all the tents.
"Well, actually," Amos looked uncomfortable. "I was hoping that you wouldn't mind staying with the Weasleys? I mean, if you want to stay with us you can, but I was thinking it would be great for you to make new friends…"
"That would be great, as long as Arthur doesn't mind." I said with a smile.
"Of course not." The man said with a smile to me.
"Well, now that that's settled, I think we'll see you at the match!" Amos announced looking very relieved.
"See you at the match." Arthur replied, shaking Amos's hand. "Cedric." He said, hitting Ced on the back.
"Be careful." Ced said to me, before wrapping me in a hug.
"I'll be fine." I promised him, before gently kissing his cheek. "See you at the match."
"At the match." He promised, before walking off. I smiled to myself, before looking up at all the others, who were staring at me.
"What?" I said, defensively. "He might as well be my brother."
They all laughed, before the two I had assumed to be twins came up to me, and each one put an arm around me.
"Why, hello, Autumn." The one on my right said.
"How nice to meet you." The one on my left said.
"He's Fred," right.
"He's George," left.
"Ok, Fred," I said to the person on my right, "and George." I said to the person on my left. They both traded looks, and I assumed that I was right in correcting which one was which.
"How do you do that?" The youngest redhead asked me. "I've lived with them for 14 years, and I still can't tell them apart!"
I laughed. "I guess I just understand how people's minds work."
"I'm Ron, and this is Ginny." The boy said, motioning to himself and the only redheaded girl.
I smiled at both of them. "Nice to meet you."
Arthur called back to us, "Are you coming?"
All the kids turned to see him standing in front of a rather small looking tent, and my eyebrows pulled together for a second. Then, it hit me. Magic. Duh.
I watched Fred, George, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron enter, before Mr. Weasley ducked in. I smiled at Harry.
"Are you going in?" I asked teasingly.
"Oh, ladies first." He replied, picking up on my joking voice.
"Oh, my kind sir." I said in an over-exaggerated damsel-in-distress voice. Then, switching back to my normal voice, I said, "only because I want to see your reaction."
I then ducked into the tent, which was actually huge, just like I expected, and smiled before turning around to face an awe-struck Harry.
"I love magic." He said, which made me laugh.