The Weasley in Ravenclaw | Draco Malfoy

Walking, Portkeys, and More Walking

Dear Lizzie,

I can't believe you're going to the Quidditch World Cup! I am so jealous. Cheer on Bulgaria for me. Can't wait to hear all about it when we head back to Hogwarts. Thank Merlin for that. I miss you so much! The holiday apart was a lot harder than I thought it would be.

Anyway, have fun at the match. See you on the train!

Yours,

Anthony Goldstein

P.S. Go Bulgaria!

"Please tell me you're not reading mail at three o'clock in the morning," Elizabeth turned with a jump, clutching the letter tightly to her chest. Ginny stood in the kitchen doorway, eyebrows raised and hands on her hips. "It better be from loverboy. I won't accept anyone else."

"Anthony's owl delivered it last night," Elizabeth relaxed. "I fell asleep before I could read it so-"

"-you read it now before the boys wake up and give you a hard time," Ginny finished for her. 

"Think Hermione will be able to get Harry and Ron up?"

"If anyone can, it's Hermione," Elizabeth said.

Moments later, the boys and Hermione trudged down the rickety staircase. They were still in their pajamas with shaggy hair sticking up in every direction, looking like they could fall back a sleep at any moment.

It was going to be a long day.

"I hope the both of you aren't planning on leaving looking like that," Elizabeth snickered at their appearance. "Dad wants us out the door in thirty minutes."

"We could have gotten an extra twenty minutes of sleep if we still had thirty minutes. Thanks, Hermione," Ron yawned loudly, snatching a spare sausage from the kitchen table. "No idea why we have to get up so early. The match isn't until tonight."

"It's all part of the experience, Ronald," Hermione told him with an eye roll.

"I vote we leave him here with Mum and Percy," Elizabeth muttered. "He'd have such a great time."

"And miss out on his man crush, Viktor Krum? No bloody way," Ginny laughed.

When Arthur announced to his family that he received tickets to the Quidditch World Cup a few weeks ago, Ron would not shut up about the Bulgarian seeker. Everyone in the house was ready to pull their hair out after the first couple of days. Luckily for them, Harry arrived at the Burrow not long after, and all of Ron's "Krum-talk" went directly to Harry.

"Good morning, everyone!" Arthur Weasley's much-too-cheerful voice, especially so early in the morning, bellowed as he entered the kitchen. "Are we excited? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you know."":

"Dad, can you please tone it down a notch?" Ron yawned again. "Or four."

"Someone wants to stay home and miss all the action," Fred and George chuckled, joining the rest of the group in the now crowded kitchen.

"I hate the lot of you."

"Love you, too, brother dearest," Elizabeth messed with her twin's ridiculously long hair. Countless times she offered to cut it, but he declined. Harry seemed to be following the same trend.