Ella ○ Harry Potter

Twenty Six: Krum

The group walked over to the cabin very self assured, barely regarding the group they passed. Ella turned, about to apologize, when she was tackled to the floor.

"Ella!"

"Twins!" she called in surprise.

"Why didn't you mention coming to the world cup?" Asked the one standing, and Ella pushed off the one who was practically killing her.

"Last minute call. Ah, hey Mr. Weasley," she greeted the man, "how are you?"

"Great, you?"

"Would've been better if your children would not try and kill me," Harry rushed to help her to feet, and she dusted herself off. "Thanks Potter," she smiled, looking at the red headed group, and glancing at Hermione. "Hey 'mione!"

"Hey 'lla!" she greeted with a grin.

"Didn't think you're a Quidditch fan."

"Well, I'm here for the experince."

Suddenly a built red head snapped his fingers and grinned. "You're the Slytherin that threw a shoe at the Grey Lady."

"You did what?" Fred and George asked, surprised. Ella blushed lightly; Fred and George were the same year as she was, so they were certain they'd remember it if it happened.

"I was coming back from detention with Snape and well, she was being rude."

"She told you you're missing a shoe," he stated simply. "I'm Charlie," he introduced, offering a hand to shake, and she offered her own in return. She noted that the one brother who was older than Charlie wasn't there, as well as Percy, who recently graduated.

"Ella," she smiled.

"You're a Slytherin, and friends with them?" Arthur wondered, pointing at the twins, who were grinning widely.

"I like to think of myself as the queen of everything," she explained bashfully, "and when you are the queen of everything, it matters not which Hogwarts house you are at. You must simply excel at being yourself."

"Ella," a voice called, and she turned to look at Selim.

"Yeah Baba?" she asked with a grin, and he motioned for her to come near him. She turned to the Weasley and Co., that were preparing to leave, and waved at them. "I'll see you at Kings Cross, yeah? Bye guys!" she bounced off towards Selim, who was holding a paper in his hands.

"Where's your Diggory sleeping?" Hakan asked, and she had to stop a shiver. He didn't speak much, he was a rather quiet person, and his voice was deep and raspy, and always gave her the creeps.

"Ah, he said he'll meet me here once they're settled in."

"Selim! Kardas!" a voice called in joy, and Selim turned to look at a tall man with a silk burgundy robes, walking closer to them.

"Beyefendi!" he laughed, walking closer to the hug the man. "Emrah abi, nasılsın?" he wondered, and Ella caught on that it was the head of the turkish magic office, the one who got her family their tickets. She was about to look for a place to hide as Selim and Emrah caught up, when a hand took hers.

"Ced," she grinned, happy to be rescued.

"Hey babe," he smiled back. "I'll kiss you when I'm not right in front of the man who wants us to get married quickly," he informed quietly, "but let's say bye quickly and go back to the tent?" she nodded, still grinning.

"Baba," she called. "Cedric and I can go now?" Selim nodded, excusing himself for a moment from Emrah, kissing her cheek, handing her the charmed backpack that held everything she needed for the year, and shaking Cedric's hand.