Immortal Magic (Book 1)

Chapter Thirty-Four

Allison's Point of View.

After making our way down the hill and paying the Muggle at the entrance, we followed Dad through rows upon rows of tents and camper vans. 

Wizards dressed in strange combinations of Muggle clothing wandered everywhere. Some looked almost normal, while others clearly had no idea how Muggles actually dressed.

One old wizard proudly walked past wearing a woman's floral nightgown with a pair of Wellington boots. Hermione stared after him. "I give up," she muttered.

"Honestly, that's not even the worst we've seen," I told her with a laugh. Dad led us farther through the campsite until Amos Diggory slowed beside us. "Well, Arthur," he said cheerfully, "this is where we part ways. We'll see you at the match."

Dad smiled warmly and shook his hand. "See you later, Amos." I turned toward Cedric. "See you later, Seventh Year." Cedric grinned at the nickname before pulling me into a quick side hug. "See you around, Fourth Year."

I smiled before stepping back and heading toward Hermione and Ginny. As I passed Harry, I noticed him glaring in the direction Cedric had walked off in.

I blinked in confusion. "I seriously don't understand what his problem with Cedric is," I muttered quietly to Hermione and Ginny. Both girls immediately rolled their eyes.

"You are unbelievably oblivious," Hermione told me. Before I could question her further, Dad suddenly stopped walking. "Ah," he sighed happily, "home sweet home."

We all looked up at the tent standing in front of us. From the outside, it looked tiny and worn-down. Fred smirked at Harry's expression. "Wait until you get inside."

One by one, we stepped through the entrance. Harry immediately froze beside me in shock. The inside looked nothing like the outside.

It was a proper little apartment, complete with bunk beds, a kitchen, and a table crowded with mismatched chairs. "Girls, pick your bunks," Dad called while setting down some bags.

Ginny immediately claimed one while Hermione and I chose the bunks beside hers. Meanwhile, Ron had already wandered into the kitchen.

"Ron, get out of there," Dad warned. The twins immediately copied him. "Ron, get out of the kitchen."

I burst out laughing while Fred and George dropped into their chairs and propped their boots up onto the table.

"Feet off the table," Dad said without even turning around. The twins removed them dramatically. Dad turned his back. The boots immediately went right back up. Ginny and I both laughed quietly while Hermione shook her head fondly.

Time Skip.

"Bloody hell, Dad!" Ron exclaimed breathlessly as we climbed yet another staircase inside the stadium. "How high up are we?"

"Well," drawled a familiar voice below us, "if it rains, you'll certainly be the first to know." Every single one of us looked down. Lucius Malfoy stood several rows beneath us with Draco beside him.

I immediately narrowed my eyes. "Father and I are sitting in the Minister's Box," Draco announced smugly. "By personal invitation from the Minister himself."

Lucius lightly tapped Draco's chest with his cane. "Don't boast, Draco," he said lazily. "There's no need to waste time impressing these people." I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt.

Before Harry could respond, I gently pushed him forward. "Come on," I muttered quietly. Harry looked startled that I had spoken to him directly after earlier, but he quickly nodded and turned away.