The Diggorys and Our Tent
We'd been walking for the past two hours now. Everyone was tired but Mr Weasley kept ushering us after him
"I'm hungry" Ron announces to the group
"Ron we don't bloody care-"
"-if your hungry or not" The twins said
Me, Hermione and Ginny were walking in the back
"I'm kinda hungry too not gonna lie" Ginny whispered for only us to hear "Had a small breakfast"
"Do you want a cookie?" I ask her whispering
"Y-" Ginny's mouth gets covered by Hermione
"We need to keep quiet so they don't look back to us eating food" She looks at Ginny "But we still have to talk to act normal"
Ginny nods her head so I pull my bag onto one shoulder and unzip it. I reach my hand down trying to find the box of cookies
"Why is your arm so deep in you bag?" Ginny asks
"She has an undetectable extension charm on it"
"Oh"
I finally find the box and bring it closer to the top. I get us each a chocolate chip cookie and zip my bag up again. We walk for a while looking at each other while we talked. We hadn't realised but Ron had been watching us eat the cookie. When I looked up my eyes met him and he went red on anger
"YOU HAD FOOD AND YOU DIDNT SHARE WITH US!" He yells
"Yes because your boys"
"That's not fair" He moans "Is there food in your bag?"
"Why?"
All of a sudden he comes over to us. Immediately I knew he was going to try grab my bag so I bolted forward. He chased after me for a while until he slowed down
"Arthur, it's about time son!"A man calls out from beside me. I turn to see a short man calling out to Mr Weasley
"Sorry Amos" He apologised "Some of us had a sleepy start" Hinting towards Ron
"This is Amos Diggory, Everyone" Mr Weasley introduced "Works with me at the ministry"
Suddenly a boy drops next to me from the tree. I screamed
"WHAT THE HELL"
"This strapping young man must be Cedric am I right?" Mr Weasley continues obviously not noticing I almost died of a heart attack
"Yes sir" Cedric agreed. He turned to me "Sorry about that"
"You better be" I muttered
"Well aren't you going to introduce me to your lot, Arthur?"
"Of course" He starts motioning to each of us
"The gingers are all mine" He says "You have the twins Fred and George, Ron and Ginny"
All of them said a hello
"Then you have their friends Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and Ophelia"
"Ah nice to meet you all" He smiles "You didn't say her last name Arthur" He questioned looking at me
"Well to fair I'm not actually sure" He sighs "Apologies Ophelia for not knowing your surname"
"It fine Mr Weasley" I reassure him "I usually go by Ophelia Rayden lately however I've been formally called Black"
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Ophelia || Harry Potter
Fanfiction[BEING GRADUALLY REWRITTEN INTO THIRD PERSON] "The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance" - Aristotle What if this inward significance was being able to create a piece moments before it happen...
