✩ 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 ✩ 𝖧𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖯𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖮𝖢

𝟐||𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐮𝐩

Rosalie approached the very edge of the wood, where all the Weasley's were standing. There was an empty space, with a sign that read Weezly. 

"Couldn't have a better spot!" Said Mr Weasley happily. "The pitch is just on the other side of the wood there, we're as close as we could be." He hoisted his backpack from his shoulders. "Right." He said excitedly. "No magic allowed, strictly speaking, not when we're out in these numbers in the muggle land. We'll be putting these tents up by hand! Shouldn't be too difficult... Muggles do it all the time... here, Harry, where do you reckon we should start?"

Hermione and Rosalie ended up helping Harry with the tent. They worked out where most of the poles and pegs should go, and though Mr Weasley was more of a hindrance than a help, because he got thoroughly overexcited when it came to using the mallet, they finally managed to make a shabby two-man tent.

All of them stood back to admire their handiwork. Nobody looking at this tent would guess that it belonged to wizards. The only thing was that once Bill, Charlie and Percy arrived, there would be a party of ten. Hermione and Harry seemed to notice this too, as they looked at Mr Weasley in confusion.

As soon as they entered the tent, everything made sense. Well, sort of, because the inside of the tent was a lot bigger than the outside. It meant that there was enough room for everyone to stay there. It also meant that physics wasn't playing a huge part in whatever this was.

"Okay girls, choose a bunk and unpack!" Called Mr Weasley.

"Get out of the kitchen Ron, we're all hungry!" Mr Weasley called again.

"Yeah, get out of the kitchen Ron!" George and Fred repeated, they were both sitting on chairs in the dining room, with their feet resting on the table.

"Feet off the table!" Mr Weasley called to George and Fred.

"Feet off the table!" George and Fred repeated, taking their feet off the table before putting them back once Mr Weasley had left.

"I love magic." Whispered Harry, in awe of the tent.

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A while later, they were all walking to the stands of the Quidditch stadium. It wasn't far to walk from the tents to the stadium, so Rosalie didn't die trying to get there. She mentally died though, as Ron was stood next to her, showing her his small walking figure of Victor Krum, the Bulgarian seeker, while explaining to her everything the man had ever done in his life. Rosalie was sure that Ron could tell her the exact amount of time Krum spent brushing his teeth.

Rosalie knew quite a lot about quidditch. She wasn't in the Quidditch team for school, but she was a decent player. Now, Krum was a brilliant seeker, nobody could deny it. But in Rosalie's eyes, the guy seemed like an absolute twat. She'd never met him, but surely there was no chance that somebody could be so successful and not be just a tiny bit big-headed about it. 

"How far up are we dad?" Asked Ron excitedly.

"Well put it this way." Said a cold voice from a few stairs below them. "If it rains, you'll be the first to know."

Rosalie looked over to where the voice came from, and she saw none other than Elle Woods and the kid from Home Alone. It was actually Lucius Malfoy and his son Draco, but, close enough. Rosalie gave them both an annoyed look. Why were they here?

"Father and I are in the Ministers Box." Bragged Draco. "By personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself."

"Don't boast Draco." Snapped Lucius, hitting his son. "There's no need with these people."