Diggory Is A Loser

1- Portkey

Celia had never been a big fan of Quidditch, so she had no interest in the Quidditch World Cup, even if the finals were happening in England.
But unfortunately her father Amos insisted that she accompanied him and her brother to the cup finals, because it would look bad if she wasn't there.
Her mother Martha had managed to get out of the trip, by visiting her sister Matilda.
Celia also tried to get out of going, but her father put her foot down, and forced her to come along.

Going to the cup meant travelling by Portkey, and to reach Stoadshead Hill where the Portkey was, the Diggory's had to leave the house at 2 in the morning, which was something she was not happy about.
Since it was so early, Celia had no had time to even brush her dirty blonde hair. So it bounced at her shoulders and got in her face as she walked.
Her brother Cedric didn't have this problem, as his short blonde hair always looked perfect, even if he had just woken up.

Eventually they made it to the hill and found the Portkey, but they couldn't leave until the other magical familes in the area had arrived.
To pass the time, Celia pulled out a book and began reading.
After several long minutes, a large group of people arrived, most of which Celia recognised, as she went to school with a lot of them.
"Good morning Arthur" Amos called out to the man leading the group.
"Morning Amos. Have you found the Portkey?" Asked Arthur.
"Yep, we've got it" answered Amos, waving the boot in the air.

"Everyone, this is Amos Diggory. He works for the department for the regulation and control of magical creatures. And I expect you all know his children, Cedric and err Celia" announced Arthur.
Celia was used to people forgetting she existed, so she wasn't too bothered about Arthur stumbling over her name.
"Hi guys" smiled Cedric.
Celia rolled her eyes at her brother's enthusiasm and enjoyment for social situations.
Everybody mumbled back a hi, to Cedric, so as not to appear rude.

"Long walk Arthur?" Asked Amos.
"Not too bad, we only live on the other side of the villiage" answered Arthur.
"We had to get up a 2, didn't we Ced? I'll be glad when he's passed his Apparition test. Still, can't complain, it's the Quidditch world cup afterall, and I wouldn't miss it for a sackful of galleons- and the tickets cost about that... Are these all yours Arthur?" Questioned Amos, as he looked around at the vast amount of people Arthur had brought with him.
Amos often spoke about Cedric and boasted about his achievements, while ignoring his daughter completely, which suited her just fine.

"Oh no, only the redheads. This is Hermione Granger, a friend of Ron's, and Harry Potter, another friend of his" said Arthur, as he pointed to people in the group.
Celia looked up from her book to smile at Hermione, whom she often studied with in the library.
She knew a lot of ther other Weasley's, but she was sure that they didn't know her name before today, because she kept to herself.
"Merlin's beard, Harry Potter" gasped Amos.
"Um, hello" said Harry awkwardly.
"Ced's talked about you of course. Told us all about playing against you last year. I said to him, Ced, that'll be something to tell the grandkids, you beat Harry Potter" grinned Amos.

Harry, Fred and George began glaring at Amos, and Cedric turned red, clearly embarrassed by his father's praise.
"Harry fell off his broom dad. I told you, it was an accident" reminded Cedric.
"Yes, but you didn't fall off your broom. You're too modest Ced. But the best man won in the end, I'm sure Harry would agree. One falls off his broom, one doesn't. You don't need to be a genius to tell which one is the better flier" admitted Amos.

Celia sighed at her brother's praise and put her book away in annoyence, because even she had a limit, and she hated it when someone was being factually incorrect.
"But Cedric isn't a better flier than Harry. Statistically speaking, Harry has caught more Snitches than Cedric, and Gryffindor always wins more than Hufflepuff" she pointed out.
"But statistics aren't always right" scowled Amos.
"No, but they often are. Besides, Harry didn't just fall off his broom. He was attacked by Dementors, something that wasn't his fault" informed Celia.

"Anyway, I think it must be nearly time. Do you if we're waiting for anyone else?" Asked Arthur, as he tried to diffuse the tension.
"I don't think so. The Lovegood's have been there for a week already, and the Fawcetts couldn't get tickets. There aren't any more of us in the area" answered Amos.
"Right. Well, we've got one minute to go, so we should all get ready" announced Arthur.
Amos placed the Portkey boot on the ground, and everyone began crowding around it, before placing their hand on top of it.
A few seconds later the Portkey took off, pulling them all to their new location.

The impact of such nasty travel, caused Celia to fall on the floor, like most of the others.
Only Arthur, Amos and Cedric were still standing.
Cedric reached his hand towards Celia, but she refused to take it.
"I can get up by myself" mumbled Celia, as she pushed herself up.
Once everyone was on their feet, they made their way over to a small man holding a long roll of parchment.
"Morning Basil" greeted Arthur.

"Good morning Arthur, Amos. I've been here all night, you're both lucky that you're not on duty. You'd better get out of the way though, because I've got a big party from the black forest arriving in 15 minutes. Let me just find your campsites... Weasley is about a quarter of a mile walk over there, first field you come too, ask for Mr Roberts, the site manager. Diggory, you're the second field, ask for Mr Payne" informed the Ministry official named Basil.
Once they'd said goodbye to the Weasley's, they made their way over to their campsite to set up the tent.
As they walked, Celia took her book back out and began to read.
Over the years she had perfected the art of walking while reading, without bumping into anything. And it was a skill that made her life so much easier and more enjoyable.