🟄⭑🟄⭑PORTKEY🟄⭑🟄⭑
Lena Black officially hates waking up early.
No, despises it.
She thought that her former Quidditch captain Oliver Wood was bad enough having training sessions at four o'clock in the morning, but it seems that Arthur Weasley has managed to break that record.
It was currently three o'clock and Lena, Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys were walking to a portkey so they can go to the World Cup, and Lena would rather be anywhere else.
"I can't believe that Percy, Charlie and Bill can Apparate there while we have to walk. So lucky" Ron grumbled for what was about the hundredth time in the last ten minutes.
"We get it Ron, they can Apparate and we can't, calm down." Lena told him getting fed up with hearing him moan about it.
"Mr Weasley?" Harry called.
"Yes Harry?"
"What sort of object is a Portkey?" Asked Harry curiously.
"Well, they can be anything," Said Mr Weasley, "Unobtrusive things, obviously, so Muggles don't go picking them up and playing with them... stuff they'll think is just litter..."
They trudged down a dark, dank lane towards the village, the silence only being broken by their footsteps. The sky lightened very slowly as they made their way through the village, it's inky blackness diluting to the deepest blue. Lena's thick fluffy socks, boots and gloves were obviously not working as her hands and feet were freezing. She was starting to agree with Ron. Mr Weasley kept checking his watch.
They all began to climb Stoatshead hill, stumbling occasionally in hidden rabbit holes, slipping on thick black tuffets of grass. Each breath Lena took was sharp in his chest, and her feet were starting to seize up every time he found level ground.
"Whew," Panted Mr Weasley, taking off his glasses and wiping them on his jumper, "Well, we've made it in good time- got about ten minutes left to wait..."
Hermione and Lena came up the hill last both clutching the stomach as they had both got a stitch. Mr Weasley then mentioned that there would be some other people meeting the group and using the same portkey as them, Lena assumed that it would just be some random old wizard but how wrong she was.
"Is that them there Dad, I think it's the Diggory's!" Ginny asked, hiding her excitement.
Surely not.
"Ah, why yes it is" He responded.
Cedric Diggory was, and still is, Lena's biggest quidditch rival. As soon as they stepped on the pitch they hated each other. Ginny says it looks like we were in love with one another, but that's definitely not it.
Most of the time, Lena can't stand him, and today was no exception.
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Sorry for being innactive and sorry for the short chapter, i'm working on something new and i'm loosing motivation on this so there might not be a update for a while.
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