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Arabella felt as though she had barely lain down to sleep when she was being shaken awake by Mrs Weasley.
'Time to go, Arabella, dear,' she whispered, moving away to the door.
Arabella slowly got up to see that it was still dark outside. Ginny was groaning a bit from her bed, while Hermione was slowly getting to her feet.
They all dressed in silence, too sleepy to talk, then the three of them walked downstairs to the kitchen. Everybody else was there, except for Bill, Charlie, and Percy.
'Why do we have to be up so early?' Ginny said, rubbing her eyes and sitting down at the table.
'We've got a bit of a walk,' said Mr Weasley.
'Walk?' said Harry. 'What, are we walking to the World Cup?'
'No, no, that's miles away,' said Mr Weasley, smiling. 'We only need to walk a short way. It's just that it's very difficult for a large number of wizards to congregate without attracting Muggle attention. We have to be very careful about how we travel at the best of times, and on a huge occasion like the Quidditch World Cup…'
'George!' said Mrs Weasley sharply, and they all jumped.
'What?' said George, in an innocent tone that deceived nobody.
'What is that in your pocket?'
'Don't you lie to me!'
Mrs. Weasley pointed her wand at George's pocket and said, 'Accio!'
Several small, brightly colored objects zoomed out of George's pocket; he made a grab for them but missed, and they sped right into Mrs. Weasley's outstretched hand.
'We told you to destroy them!' said Mrs. Weasley furiously, holding up what were unmistakably more Ton-Tongue Toffees. 'We told you to get rid of the lot! Empty your pockets, go on, both of you!'
It was an unpleasant scene; the twins had evidently been trying to smuggle as many toffees out of the house as possible, and it was only by using her Summoning Charm that Mrs. Weasley managed to find them all.
'Accio! Accio! Accio!' she shouted, and toffees zoomed from all sorts of unlikely places, including the lining of George's jacket and the turn-ups of Fred's jeans.
'We spent six months developing those!' Fred shouted at his mother as she threw the toffees away.
'Oh a fine way to spend six months!' she shrieked. 'No wonder you didn't get more O.W.L.s!'
All in all, the atmosphere was not very friendly as they took their departure. Mrs. Weasley was still glowering as she kissed Mr. Weasley on the cheek, though not nearly as much as the twins, who had each hoisted their rucksacks onto their backs and walked out without a word to her.
Arabella felt bad for the twins. It was their passion and they really worked hard on those sweets. She thought that she could do something that might lift their spirits, probably something that might set off, like a colour bomb…
'Well, have a lovely time,' said Mrs. Weasley, 'and behave yourselves,' she called after the twins' retreating backs, but they did not look back or answer. 'I'll send Bill, Charlie, and Percy along around midday,' Mrs. Weasley said to Mr. Weasley, as he, Harry, Ron, Arabella, Hermione, and Ginny set off across the dark yard after Fred and George.
Arabella walked beside Hermione and Ginny was Harry sped up to walk with Mr Weasley. She decided that she wouldn't bring up what happened last night if he doesn't. She didn't want to make a big deal of something if it was going to blow up in her face in the end. It was better this way.
'Where is this place?' asked Ginny.
'No idea,' said Arabella. 'Who are we waiting for?'
'The Diggorys,' said Ginny.
They kept walking to the point where Hermione was clutching her sides and huffing as they finally reached the hill.
'Now we just need the Portkey,' said Mr Weasley, replacing his glasses and squinting around at the ground. 'It won't be big… Come on…'
They spread out, searching. They had only been at it for a couple minutes, however, when a shout rent the still air.
'Over here, Arthur! Over here, son, we've got it.'
Two tall figures were silhouetted against the starry sky on the other side of the hilltop.
'Amos!' said Mr. Weasley, smiling as he strode over to the man who had shouted. The rest of them followed.
Mr. Weasley was shaking hands with a ruddy-faced wizard with a scrubby brown beard, who was holding a moldy-looking old boot in his other hand.
'This is Amos Diggory, everyone,' said Mr. Weasley. 'He works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. And I think you know his son, Cedric?'
Arabella remembered Cedric Diggory from one of the Quidditch games last year. He was Captian and Seeker of the Hufflepuff House Quidditch team. He was extremely handsome.
'Hi,' said Cedric, looking around at them all. Everybody said hi back except Fred and George, who merely nodded. They had never quite forgiven Cedric for beating their team, Gryffindor, in the first Quidditch match of the previous year.
'Long walk, Arthur?' Cedric's father asked.
'Not too bad,' said Mr. Weasley. 'We live just on the other side of the village there. You?'
'Had to get up at two, didn't we, Ced? I tell you, I'll be glad when he's got his Apparition test. Still…not complaining…Quidditch World Cup, wouldn't miss it for a sackful of Galleons - and the tickets cost about that. Mind you, looks like I got off easy…' Amos Diggory peered good-naturedly around at the three Weasley boys, Harry, Arabella, Hermione, and Ginny. 'All these yours, Arthur?'
'Oh no only the redheads,' said Mr Weasley, pointing out his children. 'This is Hermione, friend of Ron's – and Arabella, another friend –'
'Arabella?' said Amos. 'You look familiar…'
'My mother was Kassandra and my father's Sirius Black,' said Arabella.
'Ah, yes, Kassandra, very kind woman. Sorry about your lost,' said Amos.
'- and Harry, another friend-' said Mr Weasley.
'Merlin's beard,' said Amos, his eyes widening. 'Harry? Harry Potter?'
'Er – yeah,' said Harry.
'Ced's talked about you, of course,' said Amos Diggory. 'Told us all about playing against you last year…I said to him, I said - Ced, that'll be something to tell your grandchildren, that will…You beat Harry Potter!'
Fred and George were both scowling again. Cedric looked slightly embarrassed.
'Harry fell off his broom, Dad,' he muttered. 'I told you…it was an accident…'
'Yes, but you didn't fall off, did you?' roared Amos genially, slapping his son on his back. 'Always modest, our Ced, always the gentleman… but the best man won, I'm sure Harry'd say the same, wouldn't you, eh? One falls off his broom, one stays on, you don't need to be a genius to tell which one's the better flier!'
'Must be nearly time,' said Mr. Weasley quickly, pulling out his watch again. 'Do you know whether we're waiting for any more, Amos?'
'No, the Lovegoods have been there for a week already and the Fawcetts couldn't get tickets,' said Mr. Diggory. 'There aren't any more of us in this area, are there?'
'Not that I know of,' said Mr. Weasley. 'Yes, it's a minute off…We'd better get ready…'
He looked around at Harry and Hermione. 'You just need to touch the Portkey, that's all, a finger will do -'
With difficulty, owing to their bulky backpacks, the ten of them crowded around the old boot held out by Amos Diggory. They all stood there, in a tight circle, as a chill breeze swept over the hilltop.
'Three…' muttered Mr. Weasley, one eye still on his watch, 'two…one…'
It happened immediately as they touched the old boot. Arabella felt her feet leave the ground. She felt Hermione and Fred on either side of her, their shoulders banging into hers. Then her feet slammed into the ground. Ron staggered into Harry and fell over. Hermione bumped into Arabella and they both fell over to Fred, who knocked George down. The Portkey hit the ground with a heavy thud. Mr Weasley, Mr Diggory, and Cedric were still standing while everybody else was on the ground.
'Seven past five from Stoatshead Hill,' said a voice.
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