The Prewett Girl

World Cup

The morning of the World Cup Bill, Charlie, Percy, and I get up and immediately apparate to the camp sight.

"Just apparated, dad." Percy says loudly. I sigh in defeat, making Bill chuckle and Charlie smirk. "Ah, excellent, lunch!"

Halfway through our meal Arthur jumps to his face.

"Aha! The man of the moment! Ludo!" Arthur says. I have to press my lips together and look away to keep from laughing at the look of the man in his old Quidditch robes that do not fit anymore.

"Ahoy there!" Bagman says just as I get myself together. "Arthur, old man, what a day, eh? What a day! Could we have asked for more perfect weather? A cloudless night coming and hardly a hiccup in the arrangements. Not much for me to do!"

I pointedly watch as some ministry wizards rush by in hurry. Percy rushes forward to shake Ludo's hand. Apparently his disapproval of Ludo Bagman did not prevent him from wanting to make a good impression.

"Ah, yes! This is my son Percy. He's just started at the Ministry. And this is Fred," Arthur says and I shake my head, "No, George, sorry. That's Fred. Bill, Charlie, Ron, my daughter Ginny. This is my niece Andrea. And these are Ron's friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter." Arthur introduces. Ludo's eyes do the smallest do double takes to Harry's scar.

"Everyone, this is Ludo Bagman, you know who he is. It's thanks to him we've got such good tickets-"

Ludo waves his hand as if saying it's nothing.

"Fancy a flutter on the match, Arthur?" Ludo asks eagerly.

"And this is why he's in debt." Bill whispers to me-well aware of the trouble the man's in thanks to his job-and I smirk, shaking my head.

"We'll bet thirty-seven galleons, fifteen sickles, three knuts that Ireland wins but Krum catches the Snitch. Oh! And we'll throw in a fake wand." Fred says.

"Merlin, Andy. You weren't kidding when you said he's the twin that's most like you." Charlie says.

"I don't talk just to hear my voice." I say, rolling my eyes and he chuckles.

"Couldn't do me a brew, I suppose? I'm keeping an eye out for Barty Crouch. My Bulgarian opposite number's making difficulties and I can't understand a word he's saying. Barty will be able to sort it out. He speaks about a hundred and fifty languages." Ludo says. I raise my eyebrows as an idea for an invention enters my mind.

"Down girl." Charlie says and I pout. "How have you controlled her the last seventeen years?"

"I just let her do her thing and she's happy." Bill says with a shrug. "At least it was just an idea this time."

"You both suck." I say to my older brother figures.

"But you love us."

"Debatable." I grumble before turning to the ministry official I have next to no respect for. "Any news on Betha Jorkins yet, Ludo?"

"Not dicky bird, but she'll turn up. Poor old Bertha...memory like a leaky cauldron and no sense of direction. Lost, you take my word for it. She'll wander back into the office sometime in October, thinking it's still July."

"Don't you think it's time to send someone to look for her though?" I ask in confusion.

"Barty Crouch keeps saying that, but we really can't spare anyone at the moment. Oh, talk of the devil! Barty!" Ludo says.

One of the wizards I dislike just under Umbridge due to him fighting against Moonstone apparates next to the fire.

"Pull up a bit of grass, Barty." Ludo says happily.