I'm not a coward, just shy (Hogwarts fanfic)

Ch 2- betting and veela

I wasn't expecting the impact of the portkey and wasn't able to keep my feet under me. I landed painfully on my tailbone as did Hermione, Harry and Ron. I rubbed my back thinking of the bruise I was going to get. A hand appeared in front of me and I looked up at Cedric oh was quite amused.
"Never used a port key before?" He asked. I shook my head.
"Never, I grew up as a muggle" I took his hand, letting him help me up.
"Muggle born?"
"No, muggle orphanage, my father was framed for a crime and my mother died a few days after giving birth to me" I said following behind the others who's excite was building. All we could see the now was a muggle stone cottage with a man sitting out side and a large group of tents, but I could see that they had protective charms around it.
"Oh, I'm sorry" he said awkwardly.
"Don't worry about it, the Weasleys are my family, have been since I was 11" I smiled at the red heads in our small crowd. "Of course I stick out like a black sheep" I finger a piece of my jet black hair, laughing a little. He relaxed a little and laughed with me.

We chatted animatedly as we approached the camp site. It was mostly about Quidditch, Hogwarts and Hogwarts Quidditch, I enjoyed it none the less. It was hard not to see the out come of the Quidditch match finals. I wanted it to be a surprise but this cause a head ache. I winced as a particular painful wave it me.
"Are you alright?" Crap, Cedric noticed.
"Just thinking of the cooker being left on, made breakfast this morning and I can be forgetful. But Mrs Weasley is at home so hopefully it will be fine" he nodded falling for the lie, but I could see Fred, Ginny and George tense and relax as the bait was taken. Luckily we finally reached the small cottage.

The man was a muggle and wore farmers entire. He smiled politely, like a man willing to do this little to get a little more money under the belt for family.
"How will that be for the camp ground?" He asked in a thick Yorkshire accent.
"10, there are too groups, I will pay for 8" Mr Weasley said slowly as if talking to a child. I felt the need the groan.
"£10 per ticket, that will be £80, sir" the man eyeing Mr Weasley.
"Ah, very well" he got out his money buy and pulled out a notes in muggle money. "Harry, would you help with this muggle money, I can't get a hand of it" he said looking at the notes. Harry quickly went over and handed the man the correct notes.
"You know" he eyed our group. "There have been a lot of strange looking folk coming to this here camp site. The last guy was raving about something called Quidditch. what kind of gathering is this?" He raised an eyebrow. We stood awkwardly not knowing what to do. Mr Weasley was about to make an excuse when a wizard appeared from nowhere.
"Obliviate" the man fell limp to the ground.
"Sorry, Arthur, this is his seven memory wipe in just my shift, plus Ludo Bagman couldn't his big mouth shut. Camp group is that way" he pointed, "just dump the portkey in the box" he waved his though.
"Thank you, Edward" Mr Weasley walked though, dumping the wet newspaper in a box which contained a old boot, a broken umbrella and an broken toy. Things that would normally be over looked.

We waved goodbye to Cedric and his father Amos Diggory and when to find our tents. We past rows and rows, each crazier than the last. Some sporting all green for Ireland and some completely red for Bulgaria. There was laugher and excitement where ever you look. There was even a few small kids on brooms that only lifted a few feet off the ground. We finally reached our tents. They looked like normal muggle tents, which could comfortably sleep four. There two so the boys and girls wouldn't have to share.
"Here we are, a friend of mine no longer need these and so he let me have them" Mr Weasley smiled proudly, "there is a faint smell of cat pee in the bigger one but otherwise they are in quite good shape" he smiled. I nodded and was about to go inside when I notice three other red head.
"We finally found, this place is huge" Bill smiled, Charlie nodded a greeting and Percy was trying to look as much the ministry man as possible.
"Hello, Bill, Charlie, long time no see" I greeted. Bill pulling me in a hug.
"Enjoy the lie in" Ron asked sarcastically.
"Yes" bill said chuckling. Then I noticed what he had in his hand.
"My guitar?" I asked and Bill raised the instrument, grinning.
"What's a camp fire without music, Mum thought it would be a great idea." Handing me my guitar. I sure Percy huff.
"I thought it was unnecessary" he stuck his nose in the air.
"Yeah, that would be brilliant, do even think Charlie has ever heard you sing before" Ron said excitedly, ignoring Percy.
"I don't know" I flushed into my over sized hoodie.
"Oh come one, pleasee~" Ginny begged.
"Fine, but later" I said going inside the enchanted tent. It did indeed smell of cat pee but inside the tent was wide and open, with doors leading off to different rooms, a small open kitchen and a small fire area in the middle surrounded by pillows for sitting.