Hermione, Amelia and Penny spent hours out, and when they returned, the satyr's face looked as though threatening to split in two. Having never been in a magical shopping district before, she had been wary about not having her fake legs on, but when her companions dragged her into a beauty salon, and the witches inside hadn't baulked in the least at seeing her legs, she began to have a great time.

When they returned, each female had new things, though Penny had much more to her name. The beauty witches had streaked her hair with a subtle blue, and done the same with her fur, perming it also. They'd also buffed her hooves, lightly coating them with various potions and finally a glitter sheen.

Madam Malkin had actually gleefully clapped at seeing the satyr, her last one had left a heap of clothes unpaid for, and with a few alterations, she'd sold them at a reduced price. Seeing herself freely able to walk up and down a Muggle street in a mini skirt had been the highlight of Penny's 16 years, the clothes all charmed so that anything odd looking was replaced by normalcy. All three teens had had great fun burning every piece of Penny's belongings that were meant to hide her true self.

The three teens were now a sight that was seen every morning, jogging around the streets of Crawley, the demigods waving to people they knew, even stopping to introduce their American exchange student friend when asked. That had been the story they gave the Grangers, who were pleased that their kids had another teenager to hang around with during the holidays. Thanks to the wards that Severus had placed, that were added to and strengthened by each of the other wizards and witches, the teens would spend hours every day training, Penny fascinated by their human magic but even more so by their natural magic, how they worked in a team with barely the need to talk. When they had spoken in their native tongue, the satyr had been amazed but laughingly told them that she didn't understand a word they were saying.

A week after Penny showed up, the Gryffindors had contacted Minerva, telling her about the 'exchange student' and the headmistress had been approving, allowing Penny to come to Hogwarts with them, even though unable to use a wand. She would be sticking with one of the assistant professors during classes and sleeping in the newly added rooms of their private quarters, which the Scottish witch had been frustrated when the castle created it.

When they were relaxing, Penny would tell stories of her life, her battles, while the English pair would do the same, finding out fast that their protector was deathly afraid of snakes, bringing much laughter. She would also explain what Camp Half-Blood was like, the sorts of things that happened there, despite having only been there for a week before heading off again. The demigods were excited about going there but they also were stubbornly sticking to the plan.

Before they knew it, it was the date of the Quidditch World Cup, and all three were standing in Severus' living room, already having been farewelled by the Muggles, who'd been running late for a root canal, "Now, you know to apparate back to Hogwarts once you're ready? Remus and I will already be there."

"We know Severus," the teens rolled their eyes lightly, "Don't worry about us."

"I'm allowed to, I've been worrying about you two since you were 5 months old, I'm too set in my ways to stop now," the wizard hugged all three, having grown close to the satyr, "Penny, you make sure they don't do anything stupid."

"Of course Severus"

Remus shoved his friend out of the way, "I'll see you whenever they finish, hopefully it won't last as long as the last one."

"How long was that?" Penny asked as she hugged Amelia.

"5 days, they lost the bloody Snitch, it was hiding in this large witch's bosom, and her husband placed her under a Sleeping Curse so that she wouldn't complain," Sirius answered, "Only found the bloody thing after the man got randy and woke his wife up. America was furious at the Egyptians over it."

Everyone laughed at that. With a final farewell, Hermione wrapped her friend in an embrace and the trio left without a sound. When they arrived, Penny barely stumbled, having been popped all over the country the last month, but was still unused to the mode of travel. All around them, people were racing about, and there was a Muggle couple in a shed telling people where their campsites were, their eyed glassy over continuous Memory Charms.

"Let's wander," with Alex in the middle, the trio made their way through the campsite, waving at people they knew, or stopping for a chat.

They'd walked into neutral territory, no green for Ireland or scarlet for Bulgaria, when Hermione spotted her first, "Fleur!"

Standing out front of an elegant tent was their French friend. Over the year since meeting her, the two factions would correspond frequently, talking about various things, just being friends. When she spotted them, the Veela raced up and hugged them, "Oh, I was hoping to see you both here, though was unsure what team you went for."

"Neither really, we just like the game," Alex explained, "Fleur, this is another friend of ours, Penny Hill, she's here as a protector."

Spying the not hidden legs, Fleur nodded, greeting the satyr with the customary pecks on the cheeks, "It is nice to meet friends of Alex and Hermione's. Are you going to Hogwarts this term also?"

"Yes, they won't return to New York with me until the Fates say they can, so I'm to attend a magical school," Penny was looking at the girl closely, "I have not met one like yourself, if you'll excuse my rudeness."

"There are no satyrs in Slavic mythology; that is why. I am to be a full Veela in 4 days. You are the second satyr I have met," Fleur's nose crinkled, "Unfortunately males are more vulnerable to my natural allure, or at least that was his excuse at the time."

Looking about, Hermione didn't notice anyone else, "Isn't your mother here with you?"

"No, I am here with the Bulgarian mascots, my cousin is one and is trying to get me to join her after my birthday," another nose crinkle, "I'd rather eat a toad."

"Don't like being a mascot?"

"No, it isn't being a mascot, it's using my abilities to cause the Bulgarians to have an unfair advantage. They are hit with numerous charms before starting so that our allure won't affect them when the Veela are sent to distract the other team. I am proud of being a Veela but it is, as all gifts, also a curse, one that I cannot stand being used like that. So I'm going to simply enjoy my time and the match."

"That seems a good idea. Well, we'd best find the man who sent us the tickets, we'll see you around Fleur," the trio waved and head into Irish territory.

It didn't take long to find the Weasley tent, the fact that Bill and another redhead were happily resting out front was a good sign. Walking up, the two older wizards rose, shaking their hands, Alex saying, "You must be that Charlie we've heard about."

"Ah my brothers have been talking about me? Can't tell, where I work, your ears burn, best check your head isn't on fire," the second born Weasley child joked, "Hagrid sends his well wishes, busy mothering a new batch of newborns back on the Reserve."

They'd gotten letters and gifts from the half-giant since his leaving, barely legible but still touching, "That's great. Oh, this is Penny Hill, exchange student from Greece."

"Really America but who cares about details," the teen laughed, shaking the offered hands, "Nice to meet you both."

"Same here," Bill spotted Hermione's eyes searching carefully and put her at ease, "Ron and Percy are back home, made some remarks about Dad sending you tickets, so they weren't allowed to come."

"Ginny's here though?"

The brothers nodded, calling inside of the tent, "Weasleys front and center."

A big scramble and 4 more redheads left the tent. When Ginny saw the demigods standing there, she threw herself at them, crying heavily, "Thank you for saving me."

Holding her as she wept, the Gryffindors softly said, "It was our pleasure Ginny, we hope you're feeling better."

"I am, Dad's sending me to America in a week to start school again. The Montessori Institute is best for me now."

"Just so long as you get better, don't push yourself further than you're able," letting the girl go, they shook hands with her father, "Minister, great to see you again."

"And you Harry, Hermione," seeing Penny, he smiled, "You must be the exchange student Minerva was talking about last week. Hope you're finding the UK enjoyable."

"I am sir, though with these two as my hosts, how could I not," Penny joked, ruffling the two heads, knowing they hated it.

"OI!" The demigods scowled and retied their hair up, "So, who are you guys supporting?"

"Ireland"

Then the twins said softer, "Bulgaria will catch the Snitch but Ireland will win."

Everyone's eyebrows rose at that, "That's rather specific."

"Damn right, Bagman is giving us great odds"

Hearing that last name, the demigods and Arthur all but screamed, "No."

"What?"

"Don't bet with Bagman, the goblins have collectors after him, he owes them a lot of money. If you want to bet, go to a goblin booker, you can trust them and they will still give you good odds," Alex said passionately."

Arthur sighed heavily hearing that and the eager glances from his twins his way, "Have Charlie put it on for you both, they won't accept your bets as you are still underage. You tell your mother though…"

Everyone shot him a 'you're joking, right?' look before the trio head towards where the goblins had set up shop. The teens joined the family outside, joking around and being carefree until an announcer loudly spoke, "Take your places for the 422nd World Cup."