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"I'll be back Wednesday morning," The witch informs Sirius.
"Have you got your suncream?" Sirius asks. "People with your hair burn easily"
"Stop panicking," Reyna rolls her eyes.
"Fine," Sirius sighs. "See you on Wednesday kid"
After pressing a gentle kiss on Reyna's forehead, the man envelops her in his arms. Reyna relishes the embrace, savouring the moment until she eventually pulls away.
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The morale of the young adolescents was severely dampened, having become accustomed to the luxury of sleeping in during the summertime. The abrupt return to an early wake-up time left them all feeling dejected. Mr Weasley led the way as they sluggishly followed behind, grumbling their frustrations quietly. Reyna's gaze lingered on the daunting hill ahead, prompting her to release a deep groan of exasperation.
"Come on, liven up kids!"
"Being awake this early is a sin," Reyna complains to George who nods in agreement.
"The sun has barely even risen,"
"Criminal,"
"Despicable,"
As Reyna's foot gets caught in a tiny hole, she stumbles and lets out a string of curses. The teenagers find it amusing, to listen to words they've never heard before fall from Reyna's lips.
"Bloody hell, any more to come?" Ron jokes.
As the ginger boy attempts to garner a response from the witch, all he receives is a raised middle finger. Ron gasps audibly before huffing. He quickly turns to Harry and Hermione, complaining about Reyna's attitude. Meanwhile, Ginny takes the initiative to join Reyna, linking arms with her.
"Ron, what did you expect?" Harry asks his friend. "She's up early and tired. She has a short temper at the best of times. You should count yourself lucky that she doesn't have the energy to throw something at you"
"Hey, Dad!" Ron shouts. "Where are we going?"
"Haven't the foggiest, keep up!"
The group of adolescents trudged up Stoatshead Hill, their spirits low and their bodies drained of energy. They were too exhausted to engage in conversation, all their effort focused on maintaining their footing on the slippery, mildew-covered grass. The morning mist hung thick in the air, making the summer morning all that more miserable and damp.
"Arthur, it's about time son,"
Reyna rolls her eyes at the sight of Amos Diggory, brushing past the man without any form of acknowledgement before her face lights up. The witch wraps her arms around Caleb who returns the embrace.
"Merlin's beard, you must be Harry Potter,"
Reyna glances at Caleb before she heads over to where Harry was standing. The boy looked wildly uncomfortable as a stranger sings his praises about an event he only remembered in his nightmares.
"Mr Diggory," Reyna's voice held no warmth for the man. "I always knew you had no shame but this is a new low for you. Harassing a boy about the worst thing that happened to him? Harry isn't interested in becoming a stepping stone for you to get higher in the Ministry"
"Miss Lupin, always a pleasure,"
"I wish I could say the same. Come on Harry" Reyna wraps an arm around the boy, leading him away.
On every occasion that Amos made an attempt to approach Harry, his efforts were met with a piercing glare from Reyna. Over time, the witch's patience began to wear thin, and she reached a point where she could no longer hold back her frustrations. As a result, she directed a barrage of scathing words at Amos Diggory which left him reeling and almost in tears.
"You just gave me a core memory," Caleb beams at his friend. "I think my favourite part was when you called him a- what was it? Oh, right, a 'limp-dicked brown noser'"
"Just up that hill," Amos' voice was wobbly and Reyna smirked.
The witch stands between George and Caleb, all of their group crowding the old boot on the floor. Harry looks at all of his companions in confusion before looking at the boot.
"Why are we all standing around this manky old boot?"
"It's a portkey," Caleb explains to Harry. "Takes us to the Quidditch World Cup, which means it's less likely muggles follow us. There are wards but they only do so much. Makes it easier for Ministry Brass to have to obliviate a handful of muggles rather than hordes of them"
"Just place your hand on the boot," Reyna tells the wizard.
As soon as all hands are placed off the boot, the group are sent spinning into a space of blinding white light. Reyna closes her eyes to stop her hair from whipping into her eyes as they spin at a hundred miles an hour.
"Let go kids!" Mr Weasley shouts.
"What?" Hermione shouts.
"LET GO!"
The group of teenagers let out a collective scream as they rapidly descend towards the earth below. Reyna shuts her eyes tightly to avoid the overwhelming sensation of queasiness. Her mind races with vivid recollections of her encounter with the dementors last years and the subsequent events that followed.
The witch slams into the ground, knocking all of the air from her lungs as she rolls down the small hill they had landed on.
"I bet that cleared your sinuses, eh?" Arthur asks as he lands on the ground with ease.
A hand comes into Reyna's vision and the witch spots George who offers her a smile. Reyna reaches up and takes his hand, allowing him to pull her to her feet. The force causes her to collide with George's chest, the witch looks up into George's brown eyes. Arthur's voice causes the moment between the two to end.
"Welcome kids, to the Quidditch World Cup!"
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