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( August 1994 )
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THE GROUP WALKED THROUGH THE CROWDED AREA, TENTS AND PEOPLE SCATTERED EVERYWHERE. Shouts and cheers of joy flooded into Ginger's ears with every step she took into the field. The noises that poured into her ears somehow managed to make her smile and laugh when people flew above them on brooms.
"Well kids, welcome to the Quidditch World Cup!" Arthur announced to the younger members of their conjoined group.
The group approached a small tent and Amos spoke up, "Parting of the waves I think old chap, see you at the match." With those words, they broke up off to their respectable tents, Ginger and Cedric nodded politely at Arthurs group and turned to follow Amos.
Ginger spoke then began speaking vividly, waving her hands with a sharp smile as she walked off, her mannerisms of being polite and silent around people she didn't know, then excited and bubbly around people she knew well was an intriguing detail a certain twin had noted when he cast a longing gaze at her retreating figure.
"Well, are you going to get in the tent or wait for her to see you drooling?" The youngest sibling yanked him away from his daze, he blinked and turned red at the ears, pushing himself into their tent he mumbled a 'shut up'.
"ALEX WOULD LOVE THIS, DON'T YOU THINK?" Ginger spoke as she darted her eyes through the various attractions of the crowd.
Cedric sighed and looped his elbow with hers to keep her from wandering off, "he's probably here, Gin, maybe even in the Ministers Box."
"Well of course he's here for the World Cup, but he's not here, with all the real entertainment." Alexander Blomgren was the third musketeer to Cedric and Ginger, he was in his fifth year at Hogwarts but he was just as accepted by them no matter his age. Though, as close as he was with Ginger and Cedric, he was to never hang out with them out of school. His parents forbade him from associating himself with anyone other than those they told him to.
Continuing to stride up the wooden staircase, Amos, Ginger, and Cedric all came to a halt upon meeting the extended Weasley's. It was nightfall about now, lanterns illuminated the trails to the different levels of the structure, the red-headed children all stuck close together to avoid anyone getting lost.
"Blimey dad, how far up are we?" one of the Weasley's nervously peered over the edge of the railing, unaware of all who was listening.
"Well put it this way, if it were to rain, you will be the first to know," an arrogant voice chimed in from below. The group looked over the edge to see a blond man in all black with an accompanied snickering boy who looked nearly identical to him.
"I happen to like the rain, sir!" Ginger leaned over the railing more to show she was the one speaking. The two Malfoy men looked at her in confusion and disgust. "It's perfect for putting rude and arrogant blokes back in their places where they belong." Her group let out choked laughs as they watched the girl say what came to mind.
Lucious looked at his son for any indication of a name for the girl but got no answer. "And who might you be?" He spoke with his usual arrogance.
The girl cleared her throat and spoke, "Ginger Lunette, not very pleased to meet you, but I wouldn't want to be rude, now would I?" She showed him a sweet smile. He nodded at the mention of her name fully being aware of who her parents were.
"Father and I are in the Minister's Box by personal invitation from Cornelius Fudge himself!" The Malfoy heir boasted, interjecting the introductions. Ginger furrowed her brows as to why this boy had the ability to speak.
The freckled girl turned back to the group to see if she could get a reason why the boy spoke so highly of him and his father but she only got shrugs and eye rolls. "I don't reckon any of us asked, but I suppose it's always nice to know how others can gloat how much they love their money and social status."
This time she received full-hearted laughs from not just her group but others around them. Deciding she was finished speaking to the entitled duo, Ginger turned and ushered the group to go so they wouldn't lose their spots. "Do enjoy yourself won't you?" The man latched his cane on the shoe of the boy with glasses, "while you can," he added. He kept his cane there for a moment then walked away.
"One of these days, someone's going to hit you with their cane," Cedric spoke beside Ginger.
She shrugged. "It's only their fault if they think they can silence me with a piece of wood."
"George, wipe your mouth, will you? You've got a bit of drool down your chin." The youngest Weasley, Ginny, teased her brother once more, he elbowed her in the side to silence her and jogged up in the group to be rid of her wrath.
No one counted how many times they had to warn George of his drool and hypnotized state, but it sure went on for the rest of the night. Even longer than he'd like to admit.
