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"You're kidding...right?" Hermione asks, as she, and Ron raise their wands high enough to spread narrow beams of light farther on the ground.
Harry looks around him, but his wand was nowhere to bee seen.
"Maybe it's back in the tent." Ron suggested.
"Maybe it fell out of your pocket when we were running?" Hermione suggested, anxiously.
"Yeah, maybe..." Harry replied, half-focused.
"It'll turn up, Harry." Jamie yawns, "I lose my stuff all the time since...yeah."
A rustling noise came from a bush nearby, revealing a house elf.
"Is this the house elf you were talking about?" The red-haired girl stands behind her brother.
"No," He shakes his head, "that was Dobby. This is Winky—I just met her earlier and you didn't notice since you were busy goggling your eyes at Malfoy." His sister send a death glare at him.
"There is bad wizards about!" The female house elf squeaked, leaning forwards, "People high—high in the air! Winky is getting out of the way!"
And she disappeared into the trees on the other side of the path, panting and squeaking.
"Sounds and looks like you when you're high." Ron talks about Jamie, who smacks him at the back of his head.
"That's not how I act when I'm high." She rolls her eyes.
"What's up with the elf, though?" Ron asks seriously, "Why can't she run properly?"
"Bet she didn't ask permission to hide." Harry assumed.
"You know, house-elves get a very raw deal!" Hermione points out, "It's slavery, that's what it is!
That Mr. Crouch made her go up to the top of the stadium, and she was terrified, and he's got her bewitched so she can't even run when they start trampling tents! Why doesn't anyone do something about it?"
"Well, the elves are happy, aren't they?" Ron responded, "You heard old Winky back at the match, "House-elves is not supposed to have fun", that's what she likes, being bossed around..."
"It's people like you, Ron," Hermione fumes, "who prop up rotten and unjust systems, just because they're too lazy to—"
Another loud bang came from the edge of the woods.
"Let's just keep moving, shall we?" Ron suggested, and the four were off, following the dark path deeper into the woods, still keeping an eye out for the Weasley twins and Ginny.
"You know," Jamie begins, "if you're that bothered by house-elves being treated like that, do something about it. Don't just stand there and judge."
They passed by a bunch of young wizards, surrounding three veela, bragging about their professions.
"Honestly!" Hermione scoffs and firmly grabs Ron by the arms, wheeling him around and marched him away from the wizards with the help of Harry after he (Ron) said that he had invented a broomstick that'd reach Jupiter.
Then they all walked until the sounds of the veela and the wizards faded.
"I reckon we can just wait here, you know. We'll hear anyone coming a mile off." Harry looks around the empty and dark area.
Then Ludo Bagman popped out of a tree ahead of them, looking pale and strained. "Who's that?" He asked skeptically, looking down at them to try to make out their face, "What are you doing in here, all alone?"
"Well—there's sort of riot going on." Ron replies.
"What?" Bagman stared at the red-haired boy.
"At the campsite...some people have got hold of a family of Muggles..."
"DAMN THEM!" He looked distracted, and Disapparated with a tiny "pop".
"Not exactly on top of things, Mr. Bagman, is he?" Hermione frowns.
"He was a great Beater, though." Ron says, leading the way off the path into a small clearing, sitting down on a patch of dry grass at the foot of a tree, "The Wimbourne Wasps won the league three times in a row while he was with them."
Silence had occurred. Maybe the riot was over.
"I hope the others are okay." Hermione speaks.
"They'll be fine." Ron assures, and Jamie takes another cigarette to smoke.
Hermione, Ron, and Harry look at Jamie.
"What?" She furrows her brows, "I need to smoke right now! I'm worried! Especially with my son! God, I hope he's behaving with Mrs. Weasley."
"We're not blaming you, James." Harry messes up her flaming red hair as she lights up the cigarette in her hands, "Changing topics, imagine if your dad catches Lucius Malfoy." He sits down next to Ron, as he notices Ron whips out his small figure of Krum, "He's always said he'd like to get something on him."
"That'd wipe the smirk off old Draco's face, all right." Ron snorts.
"I want to wipe that smirk off of Malfoy's face. Hard." Jamie takes a puff.
"Those poor Muggles, though," Hermione panics, "What if they can't get them down?"
"They will." Ron assures once more, "They'll find a way."
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