The Brown-Eyed Boy

Two

The next morning came by extremely quickly. I stood up and realised we were leaving very soon. "Guys wake up!" I shouted, hitting George with my pillow.
George sat upright, and grabbed me by my hips and pulled me onto his bed.
"Hey," I laughed.
He hit me with the same pillow as payback and jumped up. He winked at me, and we crept towards Fred's bed.
"Wake up, Freddie!" I shouted.
I giggled as George jumped onto his bed. Fred's eyes fluttered open and he looked at us both. "Oi! I was asleep."
Playfully, I rolled my eyes and went into the bathroom to get changed. I put on some blue jeans, and a green and white striped jumper, along with a matching scarf. I quickly added some dark green eyeshadow and came back out.
"You look beautiful, love," George laughed.
They had both already gotten dressed and were ready to go. George had some simple face paint on, and Fred had a tall striped hat, and a four-leaf clover drawn on the centre of his face. I laughed at them. We left the room and found Arthur, along with Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione. Immediately, we left to go to the World Cup.

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Once we arrived in the forest, we found a familiar face.
"Arthur!" It was one of his friends.
"Amos!" Arthur replied.
They greeted and said hello, but I wasn't really listening to them. Suddenly, a boy jumped down from a tree onto his feet.
"And this chapping young fellow must be Cedric, am I right?" Arthur asked, shaking his hand.
"Yes," Cedric replied.
He walked over towards me. "Hey, I'm Cedric," he greeted me.
"Oh, hi, I'm y/n."
I noticed George getting slightly annoyed, he was secretly glaring at Cedric. I wasn't actually sure why.
"Shall we head off then?" He asked.
I nodded and followed him through the woods. George nudged Fred's shoulder and they walked with Ron and Harry. I decided to just walk with Cedric. I recognised him anyways, he was in Hufflepuff. After a bit of walking, we reached a hill where there was a boot. We crowded around it and held onto it.
"Why is everyone around that manky old boot?" Harry asked.
"That's not manky old boot, mate," Fred explained.
"It's a portkey," George finished.
Fred stood by me and grabbed the part next to me. George seemed to still be annoyed at me for going with Cedric as he went next to Fred and didn't say anything to me.
"Quick! Grab hold Harry!" Arthur shouted.
Harry quickly leapt at it and held the boot. We started spinning quickly and behind us was a blur.
"Kids let go!" Arthur yelled.
"What?" Hermione asked, shocked.
"Let. Go!" Arthur repeated.
Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Harry and I let go and we fell towards the floor. I hit the grass with a thump. I saw Fred laughing at George because he had fallen over. Cedric, Arthur and Amos came down gracefully like angels, also laughing.
"Are you okay?" He asked, walking towards me.
"Fine," I said.
He held his hand out to me, and I took it. He pulled me up and I brushed myself off. Immediately, I walked away from him towards George.
"Hey, Georgie," I smiled.
"Hey, darling," he said.
I hugged him tightly, knowing he seemed annoyed. I didn't want him to be upset with me, I loved him. He smelt like cinnamon and firewood. The cinnamon was overpowering the firewood, however, yet he still smelt amazing. It was a perfect mix, and definitely his signature scent: he always smelt like that. His lips were thin, and pale, but a vibrant hint of a red in the centre. They looked so soft, and delicate. And his eyes, they appeared to glisten more today than before. More today, perhaps than they had in his life. I decided to stay with him, rather than go with Cedric. I walked in between Fred and George, as we headed over a hill to find several pale tents gathered together.
"Right, see you at the game!" Arthur said to Amos and Cedric as they walked away.
I followed George into a massive tent, and we went to the back table to sit down. They rested their feet on the table and watched as everyone else piled into the tent.
"Get out of the kitchen Ron! We are all hungry!" Arthur yelled.
"Yeah! Get out of the kitchen Ron!" George and Fred repeated.
"Feet off the table!" Arthur said to the twins.
"Feet off the table!" They repeated again, taking their feet off the table. However they quickly put them back on. I laughed at them.

A few hours passed, and we finally got to the game. Where the match was being held, there was a massive stand in an oval shape, and a white cloth across the top. It wasn't fully covered, but it covered about three-quarters of the top. Together, we walked up several flights of stairs.
"Wow, how high up are we?" Ron exclaimed.
"Well lets just say, if it rains, you'll be the first to know," a voice stated from below. It was Lucius Malfoy, with Draco.
I rolled my eyes.
"We are in the Minister's Box you see," Draco bragged. "By personal invitation from Cornelius Fudge himself."
"Don't boast Draco," Lucius said, hitting him slightly in the stomach.
We turned to walk away, but Lucius quickly smacked his cane onto Harry's foot, stopping him. "Do enjoy yourself," he smiled, suspiciously. "While you still can."
I stood closer to George and watched as he walked away. We carried on up to the highest possible stand. I followed the others through the crowds, and we stood and watched the game.