polaroids (cedric diggory)

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"The Quidditch World Cup"

"Hey dad, are we there yet?" Ron asked for the eleventh time this minute. Arthur replied with excitement, "A few more steps, son. Can you handle that?"
Everyone started laughing and Ron just groaned.

They stopped at a big green Oak, and somebody jumped from the treetop.
A man spoke, "Arthur!" he chirped, "Wow you took long enough, my friend!" he said with a smile.

Mr Weasley raised his hat and responded, "Sorry, Amos. Kids had a sleepy start." Everyone looked at Harry and Ron. Ginny nudged her dad, motioning to introduce them. "Oh yeah, kids this is Amos Diggory. He works with me at the Ministry."

A sudden motion caught everyone's attention, as a boy jumped from the tree above Amos, and landed perfectly on the ground behind him.

"And this fine young lad must be Cedric, am I right?" Arthur guessed, shaking the boy's hand.
"Yes, sir." Cedric laughed slightly, smiling to the group, "Well, shall we go on?"

Aria, Hermione and Ginny all exchanged a nervous look before following everyone else up the hill. Before they knew it they stopped and Amos pointed his cane at the top of the hill, "There it is, c'mon everyone!"

Aria was swept forward by an excited Ginny, who grabbed her arm and quickly dragged her to the top, the pair of them staring down at a single, black boot.

When everybody else finally got up the hill, Harry asked, "Why are they all standing by that manky, old boot?"

"Wow, Quidditch World Cup has never looked better!" said Aria, followed by a few laughs.

Fred and George leapt past him, "This isn't just any manky, old boot, mate."

"It's a Portkey!"

Aria was squished between Cedric and her father on the grass, tightly clinging onto the toe of the rooting leather. "Ready? On three. One, two..." said Amos.

Aria looked up from the ground, "Harry!" Noticing her sudden warning, Harry quickly latched a hand onto a part of the boot, "three!"

A great force shoved all of them into a circular flight, kinda making everyone sick. Hermione and Ginny squealed excitedly.

"Let go, kids!" Arthur ordered. Aria looked urgently at Cedric, who sent her a reassuring nod.
"Let go!"

Her hand slipped off the leather, her figure thrown backwards, then down, at a ground. She landed next to Hermione, who's excited squeals turned into terrified screams, before the sheer force of the impact had knocked all the air put of her.

Arthur, Amos and Cedric had all been spared the landing, the three of them majestically floating to the ground. "I'll bet that cleared your sinuses, huh?" Mr Diggory joked.

Cedric went up to Aria, offering her his hand, before pulling her to her feet. She muttered a quick thanks, before brushing some dirt off her thighs.

Her father and Amos were already off again, all of them quickly following. Aria looked at Cedric, "You need to teach me how to do that!" she groaned, rubbing her arm slightly.
He chuckled, "Definitely!"

As he said that two wizards on broomsticks flew overhead, to a place just out of sight. Not that it was out of sight for very long.

A sea of tents, accompanied with green or burgundy flags swam in front of them. You could already hear the cheers and music being played.

"Well kids, welcome to the Quidditch World Cup!" Arthur Weasley announced.

Tents were being magicked together, flags of various nationalities towered high over the campsite, and someone was even playing those annoying bagpipes.

"Parting of the ways, I think, old chap." Mr Diggory bade farewell to his colleague, both shaking hands, "See you at the match, Amos!" Said Mr Weasley with a laugh at the end.

Amos and Cedric began to walk off, when the young boy turned around at the last moment, "See you later, guys!" and offering a wave to Aria. "Bye Cedric!" they all yelled in reply and Aria waving him back, before filing into the tent that they had acquired.

It was almost as large as their own home, with several plump sofas arranged around a small, foldable table and a rustic fireplace, which was already holding a small flame.

"Kids choose a bunk and unpack, then get ready for the game." announced Mr Weasley.
Aria took off her backpack and placed it on her bed, as she did so a pillows hit her in the face. She instantly looked at the twins and started sprinting towards the two of them, tackling them onto a sofa in laughter.

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Aria, like most of her siblings, was now sporting a green scarf in support of the Irish team, a green and a white colors on both of her cheeks.

"Blimey dad, how far up are we?" Ron asked, looking over the stairs.

A nasal voice they knew all too well rang in their ears. "Well, put it this way. If it rains, you'll be the first one to know." Draco smirked, "Father and I are in the Minister's box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself."

Aria looked at her father, "For the love of Merlin dad, let me hex him!"
"Come on up." Mr Weasley led his children finally into a row, joining with the Diggorys.
"Take your seats, kids. I told you these seats would be worth waiting for."

Aria smiled at Cedric, before George draped an Ireland flag over her back, drowning her in fabric and she let out an irritated huff. Cedric laughed at her, before his Seeker instincts kicked in and he pulled both of them down slightly, so their heads didn't get knocked off by the arrival of the Irish team.