reality ◦ fred weasley

• THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP •

chapter three; the quidditch world cup

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ROBYN WAS WOKEN as she usually was when she stayed at the Burrow - extremely rudely. The twins both threw their entire weights on to her body, almost winding her. She sat up suddenly with a gasp, pushing them both off her bed.

"What are you doing? Every single time I stay here, this happens!" Robyn yelled.

"Settle down, Red," Fred laughed as he scrambled up from the floor with his twin.

"Stop with the nicknames!" she demanded, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at his head. He threw it back, a lopsided grin on his face.

"Mum says hurry up and get dressed," George told her.

"Leave then," Robyn seethed.

"Can't we stay and watch?" Fred asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Get out!"

Once she had dressed in usual muggle clothing, Robyn put on light makeup and headed downstairs with Hermione and Ginny. Mr Weasley, Harry, Ron and the twins were sitting at the dining table, each of them too tired and engrossed in their breakfast to talk.

"Robyn!" Mr Weasley smiled when she entered the kitchen. "What do you think of my muggle attire? Harry says it's good, but I want a second opinion."

He stood up so she could get a better look; he was wearing what looked to be a golf jumper, a pair of trousers that looked a couple of sizes too big for him, and a thick leather belt.

"Yeah, it looks great," Robyn told him, exchanging amused looks with Harry. "Like something my dad would wear."

"Why do we have to be up so early?" said Ginny, rubbing her eyes and sitting down at the table with Hermione and Robyn, who smiled at Fred sleepily as he looked up.

"We've got a bit of a walk," said Mr Weasley.

"Walk?" said Harry. "What, are we walking to the Cup?"

"No, no, that's miles away," said Mr Weasley, smiling. "We only need to walk a short way. It's just that it's very difficult for a large number of wizards to congregate without attracting Muggle attention. We have to be very careful about how we travel at the best of times, and on a huge occasion like the Quidditch World Cup... "

"George!" said Mrs. Weasley sharply, and they all jumped.

"What?" said George, in an innocent tone that deceived nobody.

"What is that in your pocket?"

"Nothing!" he exclaimed. Robyn sat back in her chair, taking a bite of her sandwich and watching the scene unfold.

"Don't lie to me!" Mrs. Weasley pointed her wand at him and said, "Accio!"

Several small, brightly colored objects zoomed out of George's pocket; he made a grab for them but missed, and they sped right into Mrs. Weasley's outstretched hand.

"We told you to destroy them!" said Mrs. Weasley furiously, holding up what were unmistakably more Ton-Tongue Toffees. "We told you to get rid of the lot! Empty your pockets, go on, both of you!"

It was almost uncomfortable to watch. Fred and George were attempting to smuggle as many toffees as possible out of the house, and only by using a charm did Mrs Weasley discover them all.

"Accio! Accio! Accio!" she shouted, and sweets zoomed from all sorts of unlikely places, including the lining of George's jacket and the turn-ups of Fred's jeans.