“Georgie! Could you be more amazinger than you already are and maybe possibly carry me?” I whined.
“Firstly, amazinger isn’t a word, hun. Secondly, let me think about it……. No”
I huffed, “Freddie?” I asked hopeful.
“Fine. As long as we switch later on and you carry me.”
“YAY! Thank you Freddie who is the better twin.” I said shooting a glare at George.
I jumped on to Fred’s back and stuck my tongue out at George.
“Dad! Where are we going?” Ron asked.
“Haven’t the foggiest. Keep up!”
“Well that’s helpful…” Ron mumbled.
We kept walking, or being carried while Fred walks, for the next half an hour until we finally reached a clearing through the dense forest we had been surrounded in.
“Roch. Can we swap now?” Fred asked.
“Sure, this is gonna be interesting.” I replied
I jumped off Fred’s back asked George and Harry if they could take our bags, as both Fred and I’s weight would be enough to carry.
“Okay go on Fred.” I said bracing myself for the extra weight.
Fred jumped onto my back, and I, being the strong one I am, successfully walked about 100 metres with Fred being on my back until I collapsed. With Fred landing on top of me and refusing to get off.
“Get off of me you fatass!”
“That’s not very nice Chelle! Now I’m gonna sit on you forever! Muaha
hahhahah!”
“I gotta admit, you gotta pretty good evil laugh Freddie!”
“Just for that, I’m gonna get off you.”
“Naw, thanks Fred, so kind and considerate.”
We both started laughing and waited for the rest to catch up to us.
“Didn’t know you had it in you Lee” George said to me.
“Is that you’re way of complimenting me?”
“Maybe”
“Okay, well I’m just gonna take it and run.”
“Yeah, good idea Ellie”
Now I think about it. I have heaps of nicknames, the twins come up with different ones every time they call me. Everyone mostly calls me Chelle though.
Mr Weasley caught up to us, “We just need to walk up to that huge tree, then we can take a break.”
“Arthur! It’s about time son!” A man said, as we approached the tree.
“Sorry Amos. Some of us had a bit of a slate start,” Mr Weasley said, looking at both Ron, Harry and I. “This is Amos Diggory everyone, he works with me at the ministry.”
A boy then jumped down from the tree, almost giving Hermione a heart attack.
“Sorry ‘bout that, didn’t mean to scare you.” He said to Hermione.
She awkwardly nodded.
I’ve seen him some where before… I mean, I’m pretty sure I would remember a face like his. He’s gorgeous, of course I would’ve remembered him. Oh! His from Hogwarts! Definitely from Hogwarts! But I’m pretty sure he isn’t in our year level, he looks much older, like maybe in the same year as Fred and George? Wait, I know where I’ve seen him! He plays Quidditch! He’s the seeker for Hufflepuff! He’s definitely gotten taller and more built since last time I saw him. What was his name again?
“And this strapping lad must be Cedric, am I right?” Mr Weasley said, dragging me out of my thoughts.
Cedric. That’s right.
“Yes, sir.” Cedric said, shaking Mr Weasley’s hand and charmingly smiling.
“Merlin’s beard, you must be Harry Potter!” exclaimed Mr Diggory.
“Yes sir.” Harry awkwardly said.
He’s never liked the fame. He’s never liked the fact that where ever he goes, someone recognized him. I really like that about Harry. He’s never let it get to his head. He’s never been stuck-up or arrogant about the fact that his famous.
“Great, great pleasure. Are all these yours, Arthur?”
“No, only the red-heads. That’s Hermione and Rochelle, Ron’s friends.” He said pointing to us.
“Hi. Nice to meet you.” I said, smiling.
“You too, Rochelle. Aren’t you a little charmer?” Mr Diggory replied.
“Yes,” Mr Weasley said, with a cheeky grin on his face, “she certainly is…”
Fred and George were trying so hard to keep their laughs inside them and not start cracking up laughing.
“Okay gang. Let’s go!” Mr Diggory said.
“More walking?!?” Ron whined.
“Stop complaining Ronald.” Hermione said.
I decided to walk with Harry, as I haven’t talked to him all morning.
“Hey Harry!”
“Hi Rochey.”
We continued talking about the most pointless and random things. That’s one of the best things about Harry, it’s so easy to strike up a conversation with him. He was so easygoing and it was really easy to talk to him.
“That’s it sir, just over there.” Mr Weasley said.
“Shall we? We don’t want to be late.”
The two men were leading us up a hill, Harry and I were lagging behind bitching about Snape and how much we hated him. When we finally got up there, everyone was crowding around an old boot. What the hell are the doing?
“Why are they all standing around that manky old boot?” Harry asked, reading my mind.
“That isn’t just any old manky boot mate.” Fred said, cutting into our conversation.
“Why? Is it yours Fred?” I asked cheekily.
“Haha, very funny Chelle. Very ‘charming’ of you.”
Fred is never going to let that go. He’s gonna keep teasing me for the rest of my life for being “charming”.
“It’s a portkey,” George said.
“What the hell is a portkey?” I asked.
“Time to go. Ready?” Mr Diggory asked.
“Ready to go? What?” I asked.
Man, I am so confuzzled. What the hell is happening?
“After 3. One… Two…” Mr Diggory started counting up.
What? Why are we… what?
I glanced at Harry, who had the same confused look as I did.
“Harry! Chelle!” Mr Weasley exclaimed.
I just noticed everyone was touching the boot, I quickly grabbed it and saw Harry do the same. There was a white flash and suddenly we were all crazily flying through the air.
Oh right, I’m a witch. Of course we touch a damn boot and we get transported. Trust.
“Let go kids!” Mr Weasley shouted.
“WHAT!?” Hermione asked.
“Mr Weasley. Have you lost your marbles?!” I asked, genuinely concerned.
“LET. GO.”
Okay, he’s being dead serious. I guess it’s time to die. Goodbye world. We are going to die.
