Sirius Black's Twin

Death

"They should have something here to entertain us," Lynx drawled, putting her chin in her hand. "Just sitting here for an hour is boring."

"It's all about the suspense, Lynx," Hermione said, though she looked like she agreed. "The silence, the tense air between the three schools. . . it makes you burn with excitement."

"The only burning I feel is in my bum," Lynx said, shifting in her seat with her face screwed up in a grimace. "They should at least make comfortble seats."

"It's part of the torture," Ron grumbled. "They wouldn't want us to be entertained and comfortable, do they?"

Everyone cracked a grin against themselves. They weren't the only ones getting restless; everyone was starting to talk to eachother and yawn quietly, no one entertained with staring at the hedge anymore.

"They should at least show the champions in those big screens they have at the Quidditch World Cup," Will said. "Then we could see how Harry is doing."

"Where is Ginny?" Lynx said suddenly. "I haven't seen her all day."

"She said it was too suspenseful, she said she'll be worried," Fred answered from behind her.

"I'm going to go get her," Lynx got to her feet. "It'll give me something to do."

As she struggled through the crowd, the Blues, Weasleys, and Hermione all yawned and started to pick or bight their fingernails in boredom. Everyone but Mrs. Weasley who was looking worriedly at the hedge as though expecting Harry to pop out any second with scratches and bruises all over his body.

"Calm down, Molly," Lyra said, putting a comforting arm on Mrs. Weasleys shoulder. Mrs. Weasley calmed down under her touch. Lyra mused for a moment about how she used to suck at trying to comfort someone,that all stopped when she had Will - then she could comfort anyone. She guessed it was mother's insinct. "Alastor Moody is patrolling the outside of the hedge, he won't let Harry get injured."

Mrs. Weasley nodded, twirling her hair in her fingers nervously but attempting to make conversation.

"Harry looked confident entering the hedge," Mrs. Weasley said shakily. "You don't think he's bigheaded now, do you?"

"No," Hermione laughed. "Ron and I helped him with a few spells, including a Point Me spell that could help him through the hedge, I reckon he was more prepared with this one then the first two."

"So he knows what he's doing?" Mrs. Weasley asked hopefully.

"Oh, er, yes," Hermione said, turning around to stop the conversation.

The group grew silent as they watched the hedge again. It was a few minutes later when they heard two girls struggling their way through the crowd.

"Is there a champion back?" Ginny asked breathlessly when she squiezed herself between Fred and George.

"No, it's all silent," Ron said.

Ginny watched the hedge as intently as her mother, both in a tenseful silence. Their weariness was starting to rub off on the group, and they were all glaring at Lynx for bringing Ginny in the first place. Lynx shrugged guiltily, then turned to her best friend.

"Loosen up, Ginny," Lynx said. "Harry is going to be fine."

Ginny sent a glare at Lynx as though it were her fault then turned back to the hedge.

"What was that?" Ginny asked tensely, staring at the hedge with wide eyes.

"What?" Ron asked.

"I hear. . . screaming," Ginny said, getting to her feet as though wanting to see over the hedge.