There wasn't much to look at, to be honest. Not in this area at least. They were in a deserted and misty moor. In front of them were two, haggard looking wizards. One holding a large gold pocket watch, and the other had a roll of parchment. It was quite clear neither of them knew much about Muggles, as the man with the watch wore a tweed suit and thigh-high galoshes and the man with the parchment wore a kilt and poncho. Evie found it hard not to laugh at this awkward sight.

Mr. Weasley greets the man in the kilt, who seemed to be passive aggressively angry about working instead of relaxing and enjoying the Cup. Mr. Weasley handed him the old boot, which went into a box filled with used Portkeys, soggy news papers and deflated footballs.

Basil, as Mr. Weasley had called the kilted man, checked his parchment to give them their fields. "Weasley…about a quarter mile walk that way. First field you come to. Site manager's called Mr. Roberts. Diggory, second field…ask for Mr. Payne."

"Thanks Basil." Mr. Weasley smiled as he beckoned the group to follow him. They walked across the deserted moor together, hardly being able to see anything through the mist. They walked twenty minutes before the first cottage came into view. Behind it sat hundreds of tents and the ghostly shapes of hundreds of witches and wizards walking around the camp grounds. As they got closer to the cottage they separated.

"Hermione and I will come find you after we set up our tent." Evie said as they waved to the Weasleys and Harry and continued on towards the next cottage, some fifteen feet away.

"Are we sharing one tent?" Hermione turned to Evie looking a bit worried.

"Of course we are." Evie laughed. "Why on earth wouldn't we? We don't need that much room!" Evie stared at her friend incredulously. They continued on quietly until they came upon the cottage.

The man standing in front of it looked up with a smile as they walked towards him. "More campers?" He asked brightly.

"Yes, are you Mr. Payne?" Amos asked.

"I am! I must say this has been a good time for us. Don't usually get this many people reserving spots around here. Hardly even get this many people just showing up."

"Indeed? Well, all is usually well when business is good, eh?" Amos laughed.

"You got that right." Mr. Payne nodded. "Got a family, and more money is always good. Looks like you know what I'm talking about." Mr. Payne inclined his head towards Evie, Hermione and Cedric.

"Well, only two of these are mine." Amos laughed, pointing to Evie and Cedric. "This is my daughter's best friend. She's spending the rest of the summer with us." He indicated Hermione, who smiled politely at Mr. Payne.

"Well, isn't that nice. You know, my daughter had a friend like that. I don't think I've ever seen two girl closer. They might as well have been twins." Mr. Payne laughed. Evie found it hard to focus on the stories he told as he did his job. She, like most teenagers found the stories of old men to lack excitement and intrigue.

She did note, however, that thanks to his love of story telling, he didn't seem to notice at all when Amos struggled to handle the Muggle money and seemed to not care one bit at the abundance of weirdly dressed people that, if the two older Ministry workers were any indication, must have looked absolutely laughable. After finally figuring out the money and getting a map of the camp grounds and a friendly send off they started off to find their space.

They walked along a long row of tents, but none were stirring inside, it was far too early for anyone who had been there to be awake. Many of the tents looked almost Muggle. Evie listened as Hermione pointed out the ones that had done a very good job looking like ordinary Muggle tents, and they both could tell some had not tried at all. The three story tents and the gardened tents and the tents which might as well be houses.

They were at the very end of the row. The last spot before the woods was empty, with a sigh hammered into the ground that read 'Diggory'.

"Well, we couldn't have gotten a better spot. The pitch is just on the other side of those woods!" Amos commented happily. "We aren't allowed to use magic when we're out in these numbers so we'll have to put the tent up by hand. Ms. Granger, I believe this is your forte. Where ought we begin?" All three Diggorys turned to Hermione.

She walked them through setting up the tent, just as one would expect Hermione to. It was perfectly understandable and she sounded almost like a Hogwarts Professor as she spoke. When they were done, they stood back and proudly admired their handiwork.

"Yes, this should be perfect." Amos said as he crawled into the opening of their tent, which was tan and appeared only large enough for three bodies and no equipment.

"Erm, Evie, this is going to be a rather tight fit, don't you think?" Hermione looked at her worriedly.

"Hermione, we have magic, remember?" Evie smiled, before following behind Cedric, who had just crawled into the tent.

Hermione followed behind Evie, and stopped. "Whoa." Inside the tent looked like a small two bedroom apartment. There was also a bathroom and kitchen.

"Told you we'd only need the one tent." Evie nudged Hermione teasingly. Hermione just looked at her and smiled.

"Alright, girls, you'll be in that room, and we lads will be just across the lounge in this room." Amos pointed Evie and Hermione to the room on the right and then headed towards the room on the left to set down his rucksack. "We were told we shouldn't be using the stove, but that using the bathroom in the tents will be alright, so we'll have to get water and wood for fight, because we'll be cooking the Muggle way." Amos sighed as he looked at the stove longingly. Everyone had just returned to the lounge after putting their stuff away.

"Hermione and I can go get water." Evie offered. "We'll look for Harry and Ron when we go." She added to Hermione quietly.

"Alright, Ced, you and I will go for fire wood. Ms. Granger, you wouldn't happen to know how to light a fire the Muggle way, would you?" Amos asked Hermione.

"Not unless someone brought matches." Hermione smiled apologetically.

"Right, well a little spark from the wand shouldn't cause too much trouble." Amos waved it off. Handing the girls a kettle and large pot from the kitchen he sent them off with the map of the camp site.

They found Harry and Ron before they found the water pump. They turned out to be only a few feet from each other.

As the four walked towards the water pump, their fellow witches and wizards began to awaken. A mother scolded her son for taking his father's wand to produce slugs. Two young girls, barely older the four were playing on toy brooms that rose off the ground just enough to let their toes skim the dewy grass. Poor Ministry officials spotting these acts of magic rushed around, trying to keep it from the Muggles. Older witches and wizards were emerging from their tents and beginning to make breakfast. Some were sneaking to light fires from their wands; others were striking matches, looks of disbelief on their faces as they found the matches worked. Evie could hear bits of conversations in all different languages. Though Evie could not understand any of the languages she heard, she could understand that everyone was excited.

"Is it just me, or has everything gone green?" Ron said suddenly, and Evie's eyes caught up to her feet.

They had walked into a patch of tents that were completely covered in shamrocks. The cover of shamrocks was so thick, the tents just looked like weirdly shaped hills. But smiling faces could be seen inside the tents whose flaps were open. "Well, this is clearly a group of Ireland fans." Evie smirked.

"Hey you guys!" They suddenly heard behind them, and from the tone they could tell it was a meant for them.

Turning around they found it was Seamus Finnigan. He was sitting in front of his own shamrock covered tent. Beside him was a woman with sandy blonde hair, who could only be his mother, and his best friend Dean Thomas.

"Like the decorations? The Ministry's not too happy." Seamus said, grinning.

"Ah, why shouldn't we show our colors?" Mrs. Finnigan said. "You should see what the Bulgarians have got dangling all over their tents. You'll be supporting Ireland, of course?" she added, eyeing them all beadily. Once they had assured her that they would indeed be supporting Ireland, they continued on, though Ron added, "Like we'd say anything else surrounded by that lot?"

"Wait, are you not supporting Ireland?" Evie turned on Ron quickly.

"I wonder what the Bulgarians have got dangling all over their tents?" Hermione pondered out loud, presumably stopping the possible argument that might have started between Evie and Ron.

"Let's go and have a look." Said Harry, pointing to the large section of tents up field with a Bulgarian flag was fluttering in the breeze.

When they reached the patch they saw that each and every one of the tents had the same poster of a surly face with heavy black eyebrows attached to it. The poster, of course, was moving. Though all it did was blink and scowl at them.

"Krum." Said Ron quietly. Evie nodded with a barely audible 'hmm'.

"What?" Hermione said.

"Krum!" said Ron. "Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker!"

"He looks really grumpy." Hermione commented as she looked around at the many Krums blinking and scowling.

"He always looks like that." Evie shrugged.

"Who cares what he looks like?" Ron cut in. "He's unbelievable. He's really young too. Only just eighteen or something. He's a genius, you wait until tonight, you'll see."

"Oh, not you too Ronald!" Evie huffed.

"What?" Ron looked at her.

"Krum is good, but he isn't that good. Besides, he's been carrying that team. They can't survive with just him doing something."

"Oh, please! You know he's brilliant, don't even pretend he isn't!" Evie and Ron continued to fuss at each other as they waited through the queue for the tap. Their argument ended when they finally got their water and started back towards the Weasley's campsite.

Along the way they saw many familiar faces. They ran into Oliver Wood, the old Gryffindor Quidditch team Captain, and the boy Evie spent her first three years fancying. They ended up meeting his parents and finding out that he had been signed to Puddlemere United's reserve team. Finally fully realizing that Oliver would not be returning to Hogwarts, Evie found it hard to tear her eyes away from him, but took solace in the fact that she'd probably get to look at him again one day as she watched him play professional Quidditch.

They then bumped into Ernie Macmillan, a Hufflepuff in their year that Evie always found to be friendly and helpful. She always enjoyed pleasant conversation with him when they met in the halls, class, or in the Hufflepuff common room as she visited Cedric.

Finally they ran into Cho Chang.

"Hello Cho!" Evie paused to chat amicably with her.

"Oh, hi Evie. I didn't know you were coming." Cho smiled kindly, and Evie noticed her scan the group and the slight disappointment in her eyes as she noticed Cedric was not there.

"Yeah, Dad surprised us with tickets just a few days ago." Evie laughed.

When Cho finally acknowledged the rest of the group that was with her, Evie did not miss the fact that Harry went out of his way to wave at Cho, spilling quite a bit of water down his front in the process. She raised an eyebrow, but remained silent as Harry blushed deeply at his blunder.

"Well, we've got to get this water back to the tent; I'll let Cedric know I saw you." Evie waved, trying to get Harry as far away from Cho as possible.

"Alright, bye." Cho blushed a delicate rose color at the mention of Cedric.

As the group rushed off Ron started to tease Harry about his wet front, but Harry quickly changed the subject to a group of teens that were unfamiliar to them all. Ron commented that they must go to another school, and Harry seemed a bit surprised at the information that there were other magic schools around.

"You didn't think Hogwarts was the only one, did you Harry?" Evie looked at him surprised.

"Well, no, I suppose I couldn't have. I just never really thought about it."

When they made it back to the Weasley campsite George fussed at them. "You've been ages!"

"We ran into a few people." Ron shrugged. "You haven't got that fire going yet?"

"Dad's having fun with the matches." Said Fred.

Evie looked over to find a pile of splintered matches on the ground at Mr. Weasley's feet. She watched on, with the look of a mother bemused at her wonder struck child, as Mr. Weasley lit a match, then promptly dropped it in surprise. "Oops!" He chuckled.

"Come here, Mr. Weasley." Hermione said kindly, then helped him light the fire.

"We'd better be off. Dad will be wondering where we've got to." Evie smiled, waving to the Weasleys and Harry as she and Hermione picked up their kettle and pot of water. "We'll stop by so we can walk to the pitch together later, alright?"

When Evie and Hermione got back to their own tent they found that Cedric and Amos were waiting for them.

"You took forever." Cedric complained, echoing George's sentiments from not 5 minutes ago. Evie smiled at the similarity.

"Well, if you're going to complain about how long we took maybe I won't tell you where a certain Ravenclaw Seeker has set up her camp." Evie teased as he and her dad took the water from the two girls in order to prepare breakfast.

"You ran into Cho?" Cedric perked up, pausing in his movements with the large pot.

"Oh, did you want to see her? I couldn't tell by how ungratefully you greeted us." Evie smirked, loving having something to hold over his head for a while.

"You aren't seriously going to keep that from me are you?" Cedric looked at her worriedly.

"Say you're sorry."

Cedric paused for a moment. "You know it's not very nice to force people to do things."

"I'm not a Hufflepuff Cedric, Gryffindor's aren't known for being nice." Evie joked.

He narrowed his eyes at his sister. "I'm sorry." He grumbled.

"Now say, Evie is the best sister in the world and without her I'd be lost and-"

"Evie, stop messing with your brother." Amos rolled his eyes in amusement at his children's antics. As he continued to cook someone from across the way emerged from their bright green tent, which had a birdbath in front and waved pleasantly to him.

The two began exchanging pleasantries and Amos' focus left his children for the fellow he clearly knew from work.

Evie sighed despite her father's lack of attention. "She's a little ways past the Weasley plot, about two rows I believe."

"Thank you." Cedric smiled. "You drive me crazy sometimes."

"You drive me crazy too." Evie smiled.

After breakfast they cleaned their dished and cook wear the Muggle way. Amos found it tiresome, but Evie found the sudden abundance of Muggle knowledge interesting.

After they cleaned, Amos was still busy greeting odd Ministry officials and talking amicably. Cedric, Evie and Hermione retired to the tent for a bit. They all sat around the table relaxing.

Outside the noise of many witches and wizards bustling about wafted through the open flaps of the tent. Most of the noise way joyful and excited while every now and then the sound of a scornful mother or worried official pierced through the rest of the sound.

Cedric sat reading The Daily Prophet which had been provided in large piles at intervals along the camp site. Every now and then he mumbled about the predictions made for the final match. Usually it was some anger at the fact that some thought that Bulgaria might actually win against Ireland.

Evie and Hermione were only partially paying attention to his musings, as they were in the middle of discussing one of Evie's favorite topics, the Muggle World.

"You've got to give me more books by your Muggle authors. I've finished all the Sherlock Holmes, he was wonderful! Do you have anymore with him? Or anymore detective ones?"

"No I'm sorry, that really was the last of the Sherlock novels." Hermione smiled apologetically as Evie's smile faltered. "Do you like the detective stories?"

"Are you kidding? They're amazing! The sleuthing, the mystery, the deducing!" Evie smiled excitedly. "I find the idea of these Muggle detectives very exciting."

"I knew you'd like them." Hermione smiled triumphantly. "I might have some ideas as to what you might like to read next. You like Jane Austen as well, right?"

"Oh yes, she is really the only Muggle writer besides Shakespeare we find in the bookstores. But I don't really like Mr. Shakespeare. He's so depressing and everyone's always dying in his plays. I mean, that Romeo and Juliet? It was hardly a love story...more like a bloodbath." Evie rolled her eyes.

At that, Cedric and Hermione laughed. Then, realizing how late in the afternoon it was getting Cedric stood quickly. "I want to go find Cho before we have to head towards our seats." He explained as the girls looked at him curiously.

"Oh, well we can go with you. We were supposed to meet up with the Weasleys and Harry so we could walk towards the pitch together." Hermione reminded Evie, and they both stood as well.

"That's actually a great idea. I can show you where we ran into Cho." Evie added.

As the trio left the tent, they found that Amos had wandered off talking to some friends at some point. "We should leave Dad a note at least." Cedric said, rushing back inside to pen a quick note and leaving it on the table, making sure to place a glass on the corner so it wouldn't accidentally get blown off. For a split second Evie wondered why he didn't just place a sticking charm on it, then remembering that their dad had told them all they were not allowed to do magic, she smiled. Cedric always tried to follow the rules, something she herself had once done, though with friends like Harry and Ron that became increasingly harder to do.

As they walked they could hear the excitement in the camp grounds rise steadily. Evie people watched as they walked, her own heart beat speeding up as she listened to the excitement in others voices and she realized over and over again what she was about to bear witness to.

Beside her, Cedric and Hermione were starting up a conversation.

"So, Hermione, you aren't much of a fan of Quidditch are you? I remember Evie told me once that you didn't care for the sport."

"I don't care for many sports, honestly. But I have learned a great deal about it from reading."

Cedric smiled kindly. "You can't learn everything from books, Hermione. Some things must be lived to be truly experienced."

"Yes well, I prefer to keep my feet firmly planted on the ground, thanks." Hermione laughed amicably.

"Oh, so you're afraid of heights, like Evie?"Evie could tell Cedric was honestly trying to understand what Hermione didn't like about the sport he loved so much.

"No, it's not the heights; it's the plummeting I have an aversion to." Hermione explained.

"Well then," Cedric laughed. "Quidditch is definitely not for you." Evie couldn't help but laugh as well. Cedric's laugh was always infectious to her.

As they reached the Weasley's tent, Evie sent Hermione in without her. She then led Cedric to the area she remembered seeing Cho and told him she'd meet him at the game. "Good luck." She teased before turned away from his glaring face and making her way back to her friends.

Evie was greeted with an overview of everything she and Hermione had missed. Apparently Ludo Bagman, the Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports had stopped by the tent, along with none other than Mr. Barty Crouch Sr. who was Percy's boss. Bagman had let slip that something would be happening at Hogwarts and it was big. But the boys had gotten no more than that as apparently the students weren't supposed to know about it. This information caught Evie and Hermione's attention, much the same as it had obviously caught the attention of the four youngest Weasley's and Harry's.

Before too long, it was time to head towards the pitch. On the way they passed several salesmen who were all offering assorted souvenirs.

Ron bought a dancing shamrock hat and a large green rosette, but he also purchased a small figure of Viktor Krum, which passed back and forth on his hand, looking up every now and then to scowl at the rosette. Then they found a salesman who had Omnioculars, and Ron regretted the hat. Harry ended up buying a pair for all four of them, Ron only taking his after Harry swore he'd get no Christmas presents for the next ten years.

Evie, for her part, bought a large green rosette as well. She also bought an Ireland scarf, and spent the rest of the walk making faces at Ron's small Viktor Krum figure.