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"𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 tell your mother you've been gambling," Arthur implored as they stood in a large crowd.
Fred and George as they all made their way slowly down the squashed space.
"Don't worry, Dad," said Fred gleefully, "we've got big plans for this money. We don't want it confiscated."
Arthur looked for a moment as though he was going to ask what these big plans were, but seemed to decide, upon reflection, that he didn't want to know.
They were soon caught up in the crowds now flooding out of the stadium and back to their campsites.
Raucous singing was borne toward them on the night air as they retraced their steps along the lantern-lit path, and leprechauns kept shooting over their heads, cackling and waving their lanterns.
When they finally reached the tents, nobody felt like sleeping at all, and given the level of noise around them, Arthur agreed that they could all have one last cup of cocoa together before turning in. They were soon arguing enjoyably about the match; Mr. Weasley got drawn into a disagreement about cobbing with Charlie, and it was only when Ginny fell asleep right at the tiny table and spilled hot chocolate all over the floor that Arthur called a halt to the verbal replays and insisted that everyone go to bed.
Harry and the rest of her brothers went into their tent, while Marina, Hermione, and Ginny changed into pajamas and clambered into their bunks. From the other side of the campsite they could still hear much singing and the odd echoing bang.
"Oh I am glad I'm not on duty," muttered Mr. Weasley sleepily. "I woul- dn't fancy having to go and tell the Irish they've got to stop celebrating."
Marina, who was on a top bunk above Hermione, lay staring up at the canvas ceiling of the tent, watching the glow of an occasional leprechaun lantern flying overhead, and picturing again some of Krum's more spectacular moves. But as much as she was enjoying the World Cup, she just felt something wasn't right. Something bad was ought to happen any minute.
And it did.
Quite suddenly, Mr. Weasley was shouting. "Get up! Marina – Hermione – everyone come on now, get up, this is urgent!"
Marina then climbed down off the bunk bed.
"Dad? You okay?" Marina said noticing his worried expression.
"I'm fine dear. There's no time to change Ginny – just grab a jacket and get outside – quickly!"
They did as they was told and hurried out of the tent. The noises from the once happy campsite had changed. The singing had stopped. All she could hear screams, and the sound of people running.
