1994 Final of The Quidditch World Cup

[Prophet]

[Fred and George Weasley]

The sun is hot in the sky
Just like a giant spotlight
The people follow the sign

Both Fred and George groaned at the loud early wake up calls they recieved that morning. "Come on boys, time to get up," Their father told them in a good mood, Way too much of a good mood, Fred thought as he tried to pull the covers over his head to block out his fathers voice. A pillow hit him not soon after Arthur Weasley had gone to wake up the others, "What was that for?" Fred's voice is heard under the covers, "If I have to get up so do you," George yawned just as tired and annoyed as his twin.

With a sigh Fred got up after his brother and a race was made to the bathroom which he unfortunately lost. George grinned to himself as he got ready for the day, hearing his twin yelling for him to hurry up. He could hear other voices of people getting up and about as the minutes went by. George got hit around the head by his twin as he finally left the bathroom. "About time!" His twin told him before closing the door. "I'm going to see who else dad's managed to get up," He shouted through the bathroom door before wandering off.

George soon found a dead looking Ron which made him chuckle, "Good Morning ickle Ronniekins!" He said way too loudly to his younger brother, "What a lovely day it is!" He continued on irgnoring whatever it was he was grumbling under his breath. "Harry," He nodded his head to the Potter boy with a grin before getting himself some breakfast. It wasn't long before Fred came down to get some food for himself soon followed by Arthur. "Where's the girls?" Fred asked wondering what was taking them so long.

And synchronize in time
It's a joke nobody knows
They've got a ticket to that show

D A T E: 22 August 1994 T W I N S: Fred and George T A G G E D: Ron, Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Cedric W O R D S: Count and see! O U T F I T: In picture
L Y R I C S: The Show by Lenka N O T E S: Lets get this thread started!

[Hermione Granger]

PEOPLE ARE RAISING THEIR EXPECTATIONS
GO ON AND FEED THEM
THIS IS YOUR MOMENT, NO HESITATION

Hermione was barely asleep when Mrs. Weasley entered Ginny's bedroom and shook her daughter awake. Hermione slowly blinked her eyes open when Mrs. Weasley called her name gently, stretching and yawning to show that she was awake. She could still remember something about her dream... her dad was teaching her to drive his car but Hermione was flying it like Mr. Weasley's old Ford Anglia, even though she was trying really hard not to. She was freaking out, telling him that she didn't know what was happening and he just sighed, telling her it was alright when it really wasn't. Then he turned into Tom Hanks.

"Morning, Hermione," Ginny said quietly, in that soft morning voice that Hermione greatly appreciated right after waking. She smiled at Ginny as she sat up, yawning once more before she stretched forward to touch her toes. "Morning. Did your mum say something about breakfast?" Ginny nodded and the two girls started getting ready, both taking their turns in the bathroom and Hermione was relieved to find that Ginny wasn't the type of girl who spent more than half an hour in the bathroom.

After a quick shower, Hermione got dressed and put on some sunscreen and lip gloss. Ginny had already gone down for breakfast and Hermione called after her to say that she'd just be a minute. She knew that Harry and Ron weren't up yet, and if she went into their room and found them already awake she'd die of shock. She knocked lightly on Ron's door just in case and when she heard nothing but a loud snore from the other side, she rolled her eyes and pushed the door open.

"Harry! Ron! We've got to be ready to go in half an hour!" Hermione was definitely not using her morning voice. She and Ginny had already been out of bed for nearly an hour. Ron merely snored louder and Harry sat up and scrambled for his glasses. Hermione shook Ron's shoulder, and he groaned and told her to sod off. Hermione pinched him sharply on the back of his arm with her fingernails and he yelped to attention. "How did you know I wasn't your mother? Honestly, Ron, I can't believe you'd tell your own mum to sod off - out of bed!"

Harry looked sleepy but seemed to be sitting up, and when Hermione said the magic word 'breakfast' they both started getting out of bed, so she turned on her heel and walked out to leave them to it and fetch her own breakfast. She passed George in the hallway, hearing a gleeful, "Good Morning, ickle Ronnikins!" followed by a grunt behind her as she made her way down the stairs, which meant that Ron had actually made it out of bed. Ginny was already eating breakfast with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley when Hermione arrived in the kitchen. They greeted her as she had a seat and Mrs. Weasley piled some eggs, ham and hot tomato onto her plate. "Are the boys anywhere near ready?" Mrs. Weasley asked as she started another round of eggs, and Hermione finished chewing some ham before she said, "Fred and George maybe, but I'd put two sickles on Ron being the last one down."

The girls finished their breakfast before Fred and George even made it downstairs and they moved into the sitting room, chatting about the upcoming game for a bit before talking about the new school year. Even though Hermione could tell that Ginny really and honestly tried not to bring him up, Harry's name was mentioned as they both thought he would probably be a good candidate for the new Gryffindor Quidditch captain since Oliver Wood graduated, although Hermione argued that the post would probably go to Angelina Johnson, who had seniority. "Do you know which electives you'll be adding to your schedule?" Hermione asked, changing the subject to a topic she found much more interesting. It was Ginny's third year and she would be adding a few more classes onto her core curriculum. Hermione sincerely hoped that Ginny took her advice and stayed away from Divination.

"Ah, there they are," she said quietly to Ginny as Harry and Ron appeared in the kitchen. "I feel like we've had a whole day without you two," Hermione said to the boys as she approached. Fred and George looked surprised to see them, accusing the girls of spying on them. "When are we leaving, Mr. Weasley?" Hermione asked.

"As soon as Harry and Ron finish their breakfast, which hopefully will be in the next five minutes," Mr. Weasley said firmly, tapping the glass face of his wristwatch. Hermione sat across from the boys at the table and crossed her arms over the table top, staring them down as she watched them quickly begin shoveling in their breakfast.

tag ♦ Ginny, Harry, Ron, Fred and George
date ♦ August 22, 1994
words ♦ 806
lyrics ♦ Waka Waka - Shakira
notes ♦ So so excited!

[Z - Ginny Weasley]

The cup of life, this is the one.
NOW IS THE TIME, DON'T EVER STOP PUSH IT ALONG,
Gotta be strong. Push it along, right to the top


:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Ginny was violently shaken awake by her mother earlier than she had wanted to. She tried to roll over while mumbling into her pillow, "Five more minutes, mum." That was not good enough for her mother who insisted on her getting up right then. Now that she was thirteen years old, Ginny was suddenly finding it harder to wake up in the morning. Granted, staying up late talking to Hermione did not help matters. Once her mother closed the door behind her, Ginny finally sat up slowly. "Good morning, Hermione," she said to her roommate quietly. Her voice was sometimes very meek in the mornings until she was fully awake. Then she could be as loud, if not louder than her brothers if she really wanted to. After stretching her arms above her head, Ginny rolled out of bed with her bare feet hitting the wooden floor with a soft thud.

She and Hermione split up their times in the bathroom where Ginny really only washed her face, brushed her teeth and hair. She decided to put a small part of her hair in a braid, but did not need to be in the mirror to do that anymore. Her mother had taught her years ago how to braid her hair when her big brothers stole her mother away through various means of complaints and explosions. Ginny zipped up her gray sweater and slipped on a pair of brown slip-on shoes before heading downstairs. Pretty much everything thing in Ginny's wardrobe was second hand, but she did manage to make it look nice most of the time.

Ginny found that she had been the first one downstairs for breakfast. She was still a little groggy when she said good morning to her parents as she sat down at the table and began eating. It didn't take long for Hermione to join her. The food really hit the spot and the glass of orange juice really did help her wake up, along with the loud sounds that Fred and George made as they headed downstairs.

She walked out of the kitchen and dining area just before her older brothers bursted into the room. Ginny laughed a little at the shocked expressions on their faces. "Don't be so surprised that mum woke me up first. " It was a usual thing for their mother to wake up her little Ginny first. Not a big shocker there. Plus she didn't have to fight Hermione for the bathroom the way that those two always fought. She could swear sometimes that they were really girls on the inside with how much time they would spend getting ready in the morning. They were sometimes worse than some of her roommates at school.

Ginny sat in the living room with Hermione where they had taken up to talking about the upcoming match which quickly moved into the topic of Gryffindor Quidditch. She still had a horrible crush on Harry, but Hermione had given her some great advice earlier that summer that she was determined to follow. She tried her best not to bring up Harry's name because she thought that she would end up blushing horribly at the mere mention of him, but she couldn't help herself in this topic. Harry was a really good candidate for Quidditch Captain. She nodded in concession to Hermione's logic of Angelina getting the position. In Ginny's mind, seniority was not always the best choice for Quidditch. She tried to tell Hermione this, but did not have much to back up her opinion because she was not a member of the team yet.

"Do you know which electives you'll be adding to your schedule?" Well that was a good way to change subjects. Ginny had been asking her brothers about what she should take for electives. There were many great choices out there. "Well, I definitely want to do Care of Magical Creatures," she answered with a smile. Ginny loved animals, including Ron's new owl Pigwidgeon, whom she had named right after he had gotten it. The bird was absolutely adorable, though kind of spazzy, which might have been why she liked it so much. "I was also thinking of either doing Ancient Runes or Muggle Studies." Ginny glanced at the door leading into the kitchen. "But don't tell my dad. He will go ballistic if he heard what classes I was thinking about." After talking to Bill, Ancient Runes had sounded interesting, but Muggle Studies would be interesting too. She did not quite understand her father, but this might be a way to at least see his fascination with Muggle things.

"As soon as Harry and Ron finish their breakfast, which hopefully will be in the next five minutes." Her father had told them after Ron and Harry made it downstairs. Ginny leaned back on the couch she was sitting on and tried her best to relax. That was harder to do since she was very excited about the World Cup game that they were taking a Portkey to. It was Ireland versus Bulgaria. The best Chasers in the league against the best Seeker. It was going to be a very interesting game.

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

DATE: August 22, 1994 TAG: Hermione, Harry, and the Weasley clan OUTFIT: a pair of old slip-on brown shoes, a pair of blue pants, an orange t-shirt, and a gray sweater LYRICS: The Cup of Life by Ricky Martin WORDS: not sure NOTES: My first post!

[Ron Weasley]

GIVE ME FREEDOM, GIVE ME FIRE, GIVE ME REASON,
T A K E • M E • H I G H E R
SEE THE CHAMPIONS, TAKE THE FIELD NOW, YOU DEFINE US, MAKE US FEEL PROUD

There is a certain beauty to the time of morning before even the sun seems to wake. The stillness and the blackness collide to cloak the earth in a heavy blanket of comfort, each thing seeming to be overcome with a certain contentedness and sense of security. It seemed to have the ability to soothe anyone who woke early enough to experience its beauty. Ronald Weasley, unfortunately, was not one of these people. A loud snort emitted fro the mound of quilts and down blankets on the dwarfed bed that was the red-headed boy, and he stirred a bit, the covers falling away from his face and shoulders. His arm draped over the edge of the mattress, his knuckles grazing the cold wooden floor.

"Krum... is Viktor Krum" he mumbled, his mouth moving lazily and slurring the words. Then there were a few ore moments of silence before the rumble of snores filled him again. The rumbling in his dreams was the roar of the crowd, millions of lights and flags and smiling, screaming faces, surrounding him, everywhere he turned. He felt the broom under him, his feet dangling with nothing but meters of air beneath them. As he looked around, he saw him, flying - no - soaring through the air, barely more than a red and black blur. But Ron knew who it was. Krum. Oh what Ron wouldn’t give to be anywhere near as good as Viktor Krum.

At the sound, the game commenced, and Ron sped into action. He was zipping about, playing the entire game himself. First, he was seeker, then beater, keeper, chaser, and keeper again. Then finally, seeker, leaning as far forward as he can, his arm outstretched and his hand open. He could feel the snitch's wing beats against his fingertips. He knew it was time. Closing his hand into a fist, he felt the small golden ball inside. He smiled widely, shaking his fist in the air. The crowd erruoted with cheers, the roar rumbling in his chest, he could feel it rattling his ribcage. He didn’t hear Hermione’s proclamation, but her voice suddenly filled his dream, warbly and undecipherable. Confused, he looked around until he saw her behind hi, her hands on her hips in that self justified stance she seemed to take all too frequently. She was watching him expectantly, and when he obviously didn’t give her what she wanted, she reached out to take hold of his shoulder, shaking him. Everything seemed to shake, and Ron quickly brushed the girl off, turning away from her to return to the roaring crowd.

"Sod off!" he said mindlessly as he waved to adoring fans. But their faces melted away when there was a stinging pinch on the back of his arm and everything went dark again. He swatted at the back of his arm, hoping to hit whatever pest had disturbed him, but only ended up smacking the back of hid arm, which proved enough to finally rouse him. Sitting up, he looked over to the door to see Hermione retreating out the door. "It’s not natural, to be that awake this early in the morning."

With a shake of his sleep-tousled head, he turned to let his feet fall to the ground. It seemed like such a great task to even lift himself out of bed and onto his feet, a task he had regretted when George... Or was it Fred? He couldn’t tell this early in the morning... Burst into the room, doling out one of the most loathsome nick names for the youngest boy. As they proclaimed the glory of the oncoming day, Ronald glared at his brothers. "Sure, lovely. Though it would be a lot bloody better if you would lower it down a notch or twelve. I think it’d be just 'lovely' to stuff a sock in both your mouths. Then I’d have a lovely bloody morning..." Ron never really was a morning person, and being up before the sun sure didn’t make it any better. As he bumbled around his room picking through the clothes scattered on the floor and in the closet, he slowly brightened. Pulling on jeans, a sweater and finally a cap to hide his mess of fiery hair, he appraised himself in the mirror. It would do.

As harry walked out of the bathroom, Ron smiled at him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "World cup, mate. I can hardly believe it!" they both chuckled before shuffling down the stairs, bags slung over their shoulders. The kitchen was bustling, the smell of breakfast turning Ronald’s stomach. As he rested a hand over his navel, he groaned, realizing how hungry he was. Sitting down at the table he wished his mother a good morning as she kissed the top of his head and set a plate of food before him. It was then that he heard his dad tell them that they had five minutes. He quickly flashed a worried look to harry before taking up his fork in hand and beginning to shovel food into his mouth. It tasted good, he was sure, though he didn’t really have a chance to confirm or deny that fact with how quickly he ate. But no time for tasting certainly didn’t mean no tie for talking, though talking politely was out of the question.

"Krum’s gonna be bloody brilliant" he mumbled, cheeks puffed with food as he reached out to take a cup of juice in his hands. He paused to take a few large gulps before lowering the cup and continuing. "I know it. Sure, the Irish are good, but no ones like Krum." with a shake of his ginger head he looked up at Fred and George who had started to argue while taking another bite of a biscuit and chuckling a bit. They had no idea what they were talking about. They would see. Before the debate could get too heated, Ron’s dad came into the kitchen again, tapping his wristwatch as if it actually told time. It was, Ron knew, his sign that it was time to head on. Swallowing, Ron took one more drink of juice before standing and slinging his bag over his shoulder again, grabbing one last biscuit for the road.

DATE • August 22, 1994
TAG • Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George, eventually everyone else
WORDS • why do you care?
LYRICS • Waving the Flag - K'naan
NOTES • First post FTW!

[Harry Potter]

i didn't come here lookin' for trouble
i just came to do
the quidditch cup shuffle

----------------------------------------------

Most of the occupants of the Burrow were in a peaceful slumber. They had all gone to bed the night before talking excitedly about the game set for the next day; Ron and Harry staying up even longer as Ron filled Harry in about Viktor Krum and the Bulgarian team. They had both surrendered to sleep when excitement could no longer keep them awake. Soft clanking from several floors down, inaudible to anyone still asleep, marked the start of the day with Mrs. Weasley preparing breakfast. Harry gave a fitful twist in his sheets; his sleep wasn’t disturbed by pans clanking or even the smell of bacon being prepared but was disturbed by the same dream that had plagued his mind for several nights already. He bolted upright when everything in his dream had turned a bright shade of green, forehead slick with a sheen of sweat. The need to get in control of his breathing was all he could focus on, nothing was more embarrassing than getting caught after a nightmare.

His lungs sucked in as much air as they could and Harry had to use a great deal of control to force the air back out as slowly as he could. Shaking his head, Harry laid back down on the bed that had become his whenever he was at the Burrow. His eyes shut and went a little too still for someone actually sleeping, he tried to ignore the sounds of everyone beginning to move around downstairs and wanted to sleep for the last couple of minutes before Mrs. Weasley made it to Ron’s door. "Krum... is Viktor Krum," came the sleepy mumble from the other bed in the room and Harry suppressed a laugh, flopping onto his stomach to find a more comfortable position.

The creak of the door on its hinges made him sit up once more; if he had fallen back asleep, it was all too brief to make him feel more rested. It was Hermione that woke them up, not Mrs. Weasley, and Harry was reminded how strange it was to have Hermione at the Burrow with them. Not a bad strange, Harry had missed her and her letters just didn’t do the trick. It was strange because this had been her first visit to the Burrow and was still overly polite to her hosts; Harry had only been there once before, still was polite to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, but felt at home enough that he didn’t feel quite so awkward for rough housing with Ron or chasing after the twins for a game of field quidditch. “Ugh, ‘Mione, not so loud.”

Harry felt around blindly for his glasses, frowning when the table he had put them on seemed vacant. There was a possibility that he had thrown them off the table when he woke up the first time and he grumbled at having to chase after them. Ron told Hermione to ‘sod off’ and Harry fought against the smirk that was trying to come to the surface. Wrong answer, mate. He tried to focus on the ground, hand finally wrapping around the wire frame of his glasses, and fought gravity as his upper body wanted to crash to the floor instead of slide back onto the bed. Hermione’s voice went a little higher as she told Ron off, but she hadn’t called him ‘Ronald’ yet so that was a good sign. She must be as excited as them for the game if she wasn’t properly peeved by Ron’s stubborn sleep.

Hermione made her exit and Harry was about to say something to Ron when George swept inside. He knew that if that had been the norm for fourteen years, the constant break-ins concerning his room would probably annoy him, but Harry couldn’t help but think it was fantastic. There was no need for privacy with a large family like Harry had always wanted. Too many years of it seemed to be on Ron’s nerves, but it could also be the name of ‘Ronnikins’ that he was frowning about. Harry nodded his own greeting toward George, saying his name as simply as the other boy had done with his. Ron cursing his brother about the morning provided Harry with enough distraction to get to the bathroom first. He grabbed a t-shirt and jeans that were still reasonably clean from his trunk before slipping into the bathroom; Ron hadn’t even gotten to the second ‘bloody’ of his rant yet.

He opened the door once he changed, tooth brush hanging from his mouth as he went to throw his pajamas into his trunk. This gave Ron enough time for his own bathroom routine and Harry realized that they both knew each other’s routine way too well after three full years. Ron opened the door to let him spit when Ron was brushing his own teeth, Harry turned to grab a flannel shirt when he noticed Ron’s sweater. It was always better to dress in layers than not, especially when he really wasn’t sure where they were going. Mr. Weasley had told them of the game, but left out details of where and how they were going to get there. It didn’t both Harry too much, but it was still just a bit strange.

"World cup, mate. I can hardly believe it!" Harry chuckled with Ron, shaking his head as they collected their bags for the trip as they weren’t really sure how long the match would last. Ron had a level of excitement for the match that Harry wished he had. It wasn’t that he was any less excited, but he didn’t have the lifetime of wanting to go built up like Ron had. Harry hadn’t even known they had a World Cup for quidditch until this summer. It was just brilliant to go see a quidditch game with his best friends and being far away from the Dursley’s. They made their way down to the kitchen, stomachs rumbling by the smell of Mrs. Weasley’s delicious cooking, only to be made aware that they were the last to arrive downstairs.

Mr. Weasley was pacing around and it started to make him nervous as he tried to eat as quickly as Ron. His nightmare, the one he seemed to keep having, about the old Muggle caretaker being murdered by Voldemort didn’t leave him as hungry as he thought he was when he first came downstairs. Ron and the twins were starting to have a heated discussion over the teams; well, the twins could have started it, Ron had an air of haughty determination when it came to Krum and wasn’t about to let them sucker him into a debate when he was so determined on the answer. Harry’s eating began to slow, listening to some of the points for Ireland being the winning team. Mr. Weasley made an effort to rally them; Ron reaching for another drink of juice which Harry agreed was a good idea and did the same.

“Morning Ginny,” he greeted cheerfully as the girls came in. Harry knew about her crippling shyness around him, but he tried to ignore it for her sake and be friendly in the mean time. It was still really awkward. “Hermione, you’ve gotten less blurry and loud since I saw you.” He grinned at her before shouldering his own bag and following Mr. Weasley out of the kitchen, waving goodbye to Mrs. Weasley. They walked down the road for a good distance, Harry walking by Ron’s side and listening to how great Viktor Krum was. The topics of conversation eventually began to fade away and the kids began to look at each other as there was really no sign of a quidditch stadium ahead. “Um… Mr. Weasley, where are we going?” Harry piped up first when their shared looks all seemed to be asking someone else to ask. ”Just a bit further, Harry, just a bit further. Ah! I can see it now.” Harry looked over the twins’ shoulders, bumping into Ron as they both looked for what ‘it’ was. All he could see was a group of people standing near a rock and some sort of junk on top of the rock.

----------------------------------------------

date || early Monday morning; 22 August 1994
tagged || Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Twins, anyone else
words || one thousand, three hundred, and sixty six words
lyrics || Super Bowl Shuffle – 1985 Chicago Bears (lyrics modified)
notes || First post and it’s for quidditch. Wicked!
outfit || is here.

[Fred and George Weasley]

The sun is hot in the sky
Just like a giant spotlight
The people follow the sign

Fred and George laughed at Ron's worried look at only having five minutes to eat before they had to go. "Better eat up Ron, we'll leave without you otherwise," Fred chuckled before George spoke up, "Eat faster, sure you don't want to miss Krum." The twins had heard Ron talking about the seeker way too much for their liking ever since they found out they were going to the final. They had made jokes between themselves of Ron's love for the guy who was just a bit older then them. Conversation died down when Arthur came in tapping his wristwatch telling them it was time to go.

The twins got their bags and made their way out of The Burrow with the rest of the gang as they set off on their walk down the road. They could hear Ron talking about how great Krum was and were behind them both taking the piss out of their brother, chuckling to themselves with Ron realizing. "Poor Harry, listening to to all that," Fred chuckled quietly, "Talking about the love of his life!" George said putting his hand under his top and making it beat like a heart causing them both to laugh again. Things went quite soon afterwards and everyone started to wonder how long this was going to take. The twins walked past Ron and Harry to be in front to see if they could see the end of their journey at all. It seemed no one wanted to be the person to ask either until Harry finally spoke up, “Um… Mr. Weasley, where are we going?”

”Just a bit further, Harry, just a bit further. Ah! I can see it now.” The twins looked ahead to see something on a rock that people were gathered round and looked at one another like they were having a silent conversation, asking each other what it was, what was going on. They both shrugged as they continued walking on wards, as that would be the only way to find out. But seeing someone in the distance made them slow down, especially when their father called out to him. "Amos!" Fred and George looked at each other again to see if either of them knew or remembered the name, it seemed not as they came to a stand still near this Amos guy.

They watched as their father shook hands with the man before introducing him as Amos Diggory and where he worked, it now made sense why Aurthur knew him, as he worked at the same building as him. Before anymore conversation could be said a boy dropped down from the tree they were under making some people jump, The twins recognized him as a Hufflepuff if their year but were not sure if the others had seen him around at Hogwarts before. "Ah and this must be his son Cedric," Mr Weasley said as the boy nodded, Fred and George nodded to him with a grin and waited to see what would happen next.

And synchronize in time
It's a joke nobody knows
They've got a ticket to that show

D A T E: 22 August 1994 T W I N S: Fred and George T A G G E D: Ron, Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Cedric W O R D S: Count and see! O U T F I T: In picture
L Y R I C S: The Show by Lenka N O T E S: Wow your posts are putting mine to shame lol

[Hermione Granger]

PEOPLE ARE RAISING THEIR EXPECTATIONS
GO ON AND FEED THEM
THIS IS YOUR MOMENT, NO HESITATION

The boys didn't disappoint Hermione, shoveling their breakfasts in as quickly and with as much gusto as they usually did with their meals at Hogwarts. Ron made a whole lot more sense to her now that she's seen what his home life was like, and her assumptions that he was positively spoiled were proved quite true. The Weasleys may not be the wealthiest family, but those children were extremely well cared for. Mr. Weasley told them they ought to get going so they grabbed their bags and headed out, hugging and kissing Mrs. Weasley as they left the Burrow.

"Are Percy and the others apparating?" Hermione asked Ginny as they followed the rest of the group into the woods. Ginny said that they were, and Hermione instantly felt jealous. She wasn't sure where they were going exactly, but they were to be taking some sort of magical transportation was all that she knew. About ten minutes later Harry piped up and asked what was all on their minds, and Mr. Weasley grinned back at them to say that they were nearly there. Hermione yawned, her eyes closing as she covered her mouth and when they opened, she saw Mr. Weasley approaching a small group of four people. Ron's dad shook hands with the parents of what Hermione recognized to be two of her schoolmates from Hogwarts: Cedric Diggory and Luna Lovegood, who was not-so-affectionately referred to by many as Loony. Hermione and Cedric looked at each other at the same time and he offered her a small, polite smile which Hermione turned, and when he looked away she turned to Ginny with a barely contained squee. Cedric Diggory was the captain and seeker for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team and an absolute dream. In fact, Hermione once had a dream about him, but they'd been playing table tennis the entire time and she'd hit him over the head with a troll's club when he beat her.

Luna was looking rather vaguely around, her gaze not settling on anyone as her father spoke with Mr. Weasley. Hermione leaned down to Ginny and asked, "Is that Loony Lovegood?" Hermione knew that Luna was in Ginny's year and had developed quite the reputation for being an odd one, and considering what her father was dressed like, it came as no surprise. Ginny knew Luna a bit better than the rest and said that she and Cedric lived nearby, which sparked the conversation about how long Ottery-St.-Catchpole had been a Wizarding community, and if it had started out as mostly witches and wizards or if they'd joined a Muggle community and sort of made it their own. Ginny didn't seem to find this discussion as fascinating as Hermione did, but if she didn't enjoy it she was blessed by the fact that they all seemed to be gathering around something that was sitting on a rather large rock.

"Alright now, get in a circle! That's right, everyone where they can reach forward, we've got less than a minute left!" Mr. Weasley called to the group, and Hermione approached the rock with Ginny and Harry, the latter of whom she exchanged a quizzical look with once she saw that they had all circle around a dirty old boot. "Okay now! Everyone put a finger on! Boys, make sure Ginny can reach!" Hermione heard Ginny huff indignantly beside her, but Fred, who was on her other side, didn't need to give her much help. Hermione reached forward herself and put her finger on the boot between Harry's and Ginny's, wondering to herself exactly what was going to happen.

tag ♦ Ginny, Harry, Ron, Fred and George, Luna, Cedric
date ♦ August 22, 1994
words ♦ Six hundred and one
lyrics ♦ Waka Waka - Shakira
notes ♦ I thought I'd tag Luna since the Lovegoods live nearby, and in GoF it said they took a later portkey, but let's go AU! :)

[Luna Lovegood]

Learning To Fly
Touching Sky On My Way
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Another day dawned at the Lovegood house and Luna was woken up quite early by her father so they would be ready for the trip to watch the Quidditch world cup match between Ireland and Bulgaria. The match wasn't until the evening but they was meeting up with the Diggory's and the Weasley's so they where leaving early morning. So getting up Luna began to prepare herself for the trip. Getting out of bed Luna when over to the bathroom and washed herself to wake up by splashing some cool water from the sink into her forehead. The water was a refreshing reminder for her body to wake up so she dried herself with a towel before re-entering her room to change out of her night wear into some clothes suitable for traveling.

Opening her wardrobe Luna pulled on a pair of dark maroon bottoms along a plain t-shirt and a sea green jumper over the top as despite it being summer it wasn't always that warm outside. So after adding her usual jewelery of a butterbeer cork necklace and her radish earrings she tied her shoes before heading down stairs with her bag for the journey. She greeted her father when she came down for breakfast which she helped him make. They sat at the table and had there usual breakfast chat before they cleared up and checked that they had everything they would be needing for the journey. Then they set off from there house from Ottley St.Catchpole down the the meeting place where they was to meet up with the too families.

When they arrived their the Diggory's where already present so there fathers greeted each other. "Hello" Luna said in her usual dreamy demeanor to Cedric as she remember him from the quidditch matches as he was on the Hufflepuff team. Not long afterward came the Weasley's along with Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. They was a year older than Luna so she didn't really know them. The only one present in her own year was the youngest of the Weasley's Ginny who Luna knew from a few of her classes. She gave them a dreamy smile as he father acquainted himself with Mr.Weasley. Then they set off to the port key. Once there Luna stood next to her father and waited till she was told to take hold as even though she hadn't use a port key before her father had told her about them.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

NOTES !?;; world cup yay
STATUS !?;; finished
TAGGED !?;; Ginny, Harry, Ron, Fred and George, Hermione, Cedric
WORDS !?;; 412
OUTFIT !?;; stated in first post
CREDIT !?;; JADE !? @ caution 2.0

[Z - Ginny Weasley]

The cup of life, this is the one.
NOW IS THE TIME, DON'T EVER STOP PUSH IT ALONG,
Gotta be strong. Push it along, right to the top


:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

The combination of breakfast and all of the loud noises coming from her brothers had not really managed to wake Ginny fully up. Once she started to relax again, her eyes started to feel heavy again. She had definitely not gotten enough sleep the night before. Somewhere in the back of Ginny's mind, she wondered if she could sneak back into bed for a few more minutes of sleep. Any idea of sleep was jolted from her mind as she was pulled up off the couch for the official start of the day. They were headed to the Quidditch World Cup! The reminder made Ginny excited again, which helped to pull her out of her way-too-early-morning-lull. She zipped up her gray sweater as she stepped out into the cold early morning air. The sun was just rising as they walked away from the Burrow, following her father who was brisquely moving on ahead. Ginny had to rub her eyes a few times as everything seemed to slowly get brighter with each minute.

"Are Percy and the others apparating?" Ginny nodded in answer to Hermione's question. "Yeah, Percy left for work first thing and Bill and Charlie will be meeting us there." They continued to quietly talk about the wonders of apparating. Ginny was really looking forward to it because she then would not have to worry about using Floo Powder or Portkeys like they were using this morning. She had used a Portkey only once before with her brothers. It was definitely an experience that every witch and wizard needed to try at least once to understand it.

She was beginning to feel that this walk was taking too long, when they finally stopped. Ginny could not help but smile a little when she saw Cedric Diggory jump down into view. She silently nodded in agreement with Hermione about him. He was the Hufflepuff Quidditch captain and definitely good looking. As a girl who just turned thirteen, she could not deny that there was something about Cedric that just caught every girl's eye. Her roommates had even mentioned him once or twice the year before in their dorm room. "Is that Loony Lovegood?" Ginny had to purse her lips to keep from laughing out loud. She nodded to Hermione before whispering to her, "Yeah, Luna. She and Cedric live nearby." As her father began chatting with Mr. Diggory, Ginny began answer Hermione's questions about the town. She wasn't sure though if it had started out as a wizarding town or a Muggle town. That was something either her parents or Percy would know.

"Alright now, get in a circle! That's right, everyone where they can reach forward, we've got less than a minute left!" Ginny walked over to the large rock with the others where the old boot Portkey stood. She had always thought it was funny how the magical world used such mundane items for such magical and extraordinary events, like group traveling at a cheap price. "Okay now! Everyone put a finger on! Boys, make sure Ginny can reach!" Ginny rolled her eyes and huffed in annoyance as she placed more than one finger with ease on the old, muddy boot. In less than a minute, they were all whisked away from the hill and large rock. Everything blurred around them as they magically flew from Ottery-St.-Catchpole to the secret location of the Quidditch World Cup. The landscape and sky looked like a myriad of colors if one looked away from the boot or the somewhat scared faces of the other people in the group. Portkey travel was not Ginny's favorite form of traveling but it was better than Floo Powder. At least she did not get covered in soot this way. Upon her father's instructions, they all let go of the boot and were shot out and away from it.

They all landed with a hard thud on the grass a good ways from the extra large stadium. Ginny had to rub her bottom a little before she was able to stand up. "That was Portkey traveling," she said to Hermione as she helped her close friend stand up. "The boot was what is called a Portkey, which was enchanted to bring us here." Ginny then helped Luna stand up who had fallen just a few feet away from them. She glanced over at her father who had the Portkey in his hand before he discarded it by giving it to the wizard that came around to collect it. She smiled to Hermione who had a quizzical expression on her face. Her good friend was one of the smartest witches at school, but sometimes Ginny had to remind herself that Hermione did not know everything about the wizarding world. "They are picked up so Muggles don't accidentally grab them and fly off like we did. It would definitely be bad."

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

DATE: August 22, 1994 TAG: Hermione, Harry, and the Weasley clan OUTFIT: a pair of old slip-on brown shoes, a pair of blue pants, an orange t-shirt, and a gray sweater LYRICS: The Cup of Life by Ricky Martin WORDS: not sure NOTES: Jumping us all forward to the camp. Thank you for flying Air Portkey. Don't forget about us for the next time you wish to travel long distances with a bunch of underage witches and wizards.

[Harry Potter]

i didn't come here lookin' for trouble
i just came to do
the quidditch cup shuffle

----------------------------------------------

A ratty old boot sat on the rock they were approaching looking deceptively ordinary, except Harry learned from Hagrid that even a pink umbrella wasn’t ordinary in the magical world. Harry stood next to Ron, listening to the various conversations around him. Mr. Weasley was talking to a man he knew from the Ministry and the apparent father of a boy he only knew in the air. He gave a friendly nod to Cedric Diggory, a fairly brilliant seeker who was incredibly fair and offered to replay the match last year after he was overcome by Dementors during the game. Harry shifted on his feet, not really sure why they were all standing around the boot until Mr. Weasley spoke, "Alright now, get in a circle! That's right, everyone where they can reach forward, we've got less than a minute left!"

Harry joined the circle forming, standing between Hermione and Ron. He shot a weary look to Hermione, hoping she was as confused as he was or the more likely scenario would occur of her telling him what it was. Only the moment didn’t come, as everything blurred and a feeling of being pulled by a hook behind the navel took over. Harry bounced against the ground as he landed, standing carefully and feeling completely nauseous. He stood, stumbling against Ron, “what in the world was that?” Ginny supplied an answer, though it was directed to Hermione as Harry was pretty sure the girl had never said so many words to him. He really hoped that her shyness would wear off eventually.

”Dad! Boys! Ginny!” Harry looked up at the shout; a tall man with long red hair was taking large strides toward the group. There were various shouts of, “Bill!” from the Weasley family and Harry’s eyes widened in surprised. From the descriptions Ron gave of the oldest Weasley, he always expected someone like Percy – serious and, well, not someone with long hair and an earring. Bill gave everyone in his family a friendly pat on the shoulder as he passed, but was making his way toward Ginny. He picked her up in a large bear hug, shaking her back and forth, and letting her down after a moment. Bill turned back to the group with a wide smile, ”Charlie’s back at the tent, making sure everything is in order, and Perce is off somewhere with the Crouch.” There was a poorly concealed eye roll after this statement that seemed to travel through the Weasley clan.

“Have to admit, I was expecting another Percy,” Harry leaned over to whisper to Ron as Bill was introducing himself to Hermione. He couldn’t quite see Ron’s reaction to this as Bill suddenly came to view with a large friendly smile. ”And you must be Harry Potter! Ron’s said all sorts of things about you in his letters, great to meet you.” Harry blinked at Bill, trying to keep his shoulder from dislocating as Bill shook his hand roughly. Bill turned back to the group and pointed out the direction they would be heading. ”Tent is this way! We can put down your stuff and go to the stadium.” Harry followed the group of Weasleys heading into the large camp just outside of the stadium in the distance, Mr. Weasley and Bill taking the lead.

As they walked deeper into the camp, Harry marveled at the vendors they passed – all offering various forms of spectator wears. His pace would slow whenever they passed a vendor, taking in as much as he could before catching back up to the group only to slow at another vendor. Harry grabbed Ron’s arm so they were walking in step with Hermione, “Can you believe it? All this stuff is just surreal.” His neck bent as they passed another Bulgaria vendor. “Do you think we’ll sleep in one of these tents? Or will there be more?” Harry only started to notice that the tents that lined their walk and all of them appeared to be quite small. He wasn’t sure he could share one comfortably with Ron let alone the rest of the Weasleys and Hermione.

----------------------------------------------

date || early Monday morning; 22 August 1994
tagged || Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Twins, anyone else
words || six hundred and eighty eight words
lyrics || Super Bowl Shuffle – 1985 Chicago Bears (lyrics modified)
notes || Bill said that until he got his application up, everyone should feel free to godmod him all they want.
outfit || is here.

[Hermione Granger]

PEOPLE ARE RAISING THEIR EXPECTATIONS
GO ON AND FEED THEM
THIS IS YOUR MOMENT, NO HESITATION

Mr. Weasley started counting down, and Hermione glanced over at Harry to see her own apprehension mirrored in his eyes. She had a feeling what to expect, but that feeling did nothing to prepare her for the sudden rush in her ears and the tugging feeling in her stomach. Hermione gasped and suddenly found it difficult to breathe, her shoulders knocking roughly against Harry's and Ginny's. She couldn't believe that she was somehow traveling with only her finger attached to some manky old boot, and aside from that thought, the only other one in her head was I don't like this I don't like this I don't like this.

"Umph!"

Hermione landed with a thud in the grass. Catching her breath, she looked over at Harry who was lying on his back next to her, straightening his glasses. Hermione sat up to find that most everyone around her had landed on the ground, save for Mr. Weasley, Cedric and his dad. Ginny stood and helped Hermione to her feet, and, noting the way Hermione was staring at the boot they were now dropping into a large bin, explained, "The boot was what is called a Portkey, which was enchanted to bring us here." Hermione nodded, and righted the strap of her bag on her shoulder. "Right, I think I've read about that somewhere."

Hermione whipped her head around when she heard someone calling out to them, her eyes landing on a tall young man whom she recognized as Bill Weasley. Hermione had never met Ron's eldest brother before, but she'd seen him in the family photograph he'd showed her last year after their trip to visit him in Egypt. Hermione was a little more surprised by his appearance in the flesh. The picture in the Prophet had shown that he was tall, but Hermione didn't remember his long ponytail or the fang earring in his ear. It was rather hard for her to believe that he was once the Head Boy at Hogwarts. Bill greeted everyone in his family happily, reaching Ginny last to scoop her up into a big bear hug. Hermione found herself blushing as Bill extended his hand to her and introduced himself, more out of nerves than anything else, although Bill was rather good-looking. "You must be Hermione. Ron talks about you all the time. I'm Bill."

"Yes, hello! Nice to meet you." Bill then went on to introduce himself to Harry, whom he of course already knew by reputation. There were few times when Harry actually had to introduce himself to people. Bill started leading everyone over to their tent and Hermione found herself walking in step with Harry and Ron. “Can you believe it? All this stuff is just surreal.” Hermione nodded as she followed Harry's eyes. The path they were walking was flanked by rows of tents, here and there they would see a vendor's booth selling merchandise for the game. Hermione saw Ron's eyes linger a little longer as they passed a large posted of Viktor Krum, but she was more intrigued by the thick programs they were selling. "It's really quite extraordinary," she agreed. Hermione was as much in awe of everything as Harry, but she'd never shown her wonder as much as he did. She'd always felt the need for everyone to think she already knew everything, that nothing surprised her. She did read enough for that almost to be true, but it was easier to deal with the types that liked to refer to her as a 'mudblood' when she wasn't drooling with amazement over the magic they'd been surrounded with their whole lives.

“Do you think we’ll sleep in one of these tents? Or will there be more?” Hermione noticed a tinge of apprehension in his voice, and Hermione agreed that if they were to all be sharing a tent together things would certainly get cramped, but hopefully they'd have more than one for them all, especially for her and Ginny. She loved her boys dearly, but there weren't that close. Their group turned down another row of tents and Hermione couldn't keep her eyes from bulging at the site of some of the tents that lined the path. They must be in the center of the campground now, where people were less worried about lying low around the Muggles, for some of the tents were the size of some rather large houses, some even had turrets. One that they passed was completely covered in live, growing shamrocks, and Hermione doubted that anyone would question their allegiance. She couldn't help but marvel silently at the tents that surrounded them, but they soon found themselves on a row with much smaller tents like before, and it wasn't long before Bill stepped inside a rather shabby looking tent that Hermione began to worry. "In you get!" Mr. Weasley said cheerily, and Fred and George led the way as they all filed in. Hermione had had a feeling that there was an expandable charm on the inside, and she was right!

tag ♦ Ginny, Harry, Ron, Fred and George, Luna, Cedric
date ♦ August 22, 1994
words ♦ Eight hundred forty
lyrics ♦ Waka Waka - Shakira
notes ♦ Hey! Our tent's bigger on the inside than it is on the outside! Do you think it'll travel through time and space?
BTW - I know it was a sudden ending, but I felt the need to end it before it went on forever!

[Cedric Diggory]

"Now my lad... the world is filled with a great many seekers_"

Amos had a stray strand of fabric, a single thread dangling from his thin; worn sweater vest, a simple puke green color. Perhaps it wasn't exactly puke green; more of an evergreen. However, the strand was still persistently present, clinging gently as Cedric scanned it.

"If you ever hope to be one yourself, you must remember to take notes..."

His words didn't even matter if that thread remained. Cedric's brow furrowed; his eyes examining the single disgustingly green thread. He snapped his gaze upward to his father; shifting idly beside him; he nodded in understanding before completely tuning him out. If he had been able to invite his mates along, he might've been able to avoid a lecture. Still, quidditch was far too serious a matter; so serious in fact, Cedric scattered up the tree, his khakis scrapping against the dark colored bark as he swiftly pulled himself upward. Supposedly, an old colleague of his father's would be joining them with the entirety of the Weasley lot. Cedric rather liked the idea; the ginger family was kind enough at school.

"Cedric! Cedric, my boy!"
A simple adjustment in footing and the boy flipped down, off of the branch, his dark brown sweater rising upward to reveal his torso only momentarily as he adjust both his frame, standing up straight, his dockers sinking into the cool mud below his feet. He stood, tall and wide before the group, with a polite grin, extending his hand to clasp Mr. Weasley's own in greeting. "Ello." He nodded, glancing to Harry and then Hermione and Ron in greeting. Hermione's hair had certainly been tamed over the series of years; which wasn't terribly surprising. He grinned softly and then re-instructed his attention back to his father, nodding occasionally and doting upon what his short, bumbling aged elder was saying.

He said very little to protest his status amongst the Weasleys as a strong, silent lad. He nodded occasionally and provided a laugh or two when it was appropriate. His father waddled alongside Mr. Weasley speaking wildly of the tournament; on occasion spitting out of excitement. The thread on his sweater still dangled as Cedric took long, coursing strides toward the port key. He grinned excitedly now and joined his companions for the ride.

WORDS! words
STATUS! complete
TAGS! Everyone!
NOTES! not really finished
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
Pic By
PIC CREDIT GOES HERE
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

[/size]

[Nymphadora Tonks]

Tonks had been looking forward to going to the Quidditch Cup Final for weeks now and she still couldn't believe her luck in getting tickets either. Well, ticket, shame I couldn't get more, could of brought someone with me so I wouldn't get so lonely, She thought to herself as she walked into the camp were millions of tents could be seen all over the field. But she knew that there was a high chance that she would bump into someone she knew along the way of going to her tent or at the match itself. There was just so many people here for Tonks not to know anyone.

She started making her way towards where her tent will be for the next couple days of spending her time here. Some people were just so friendly and happy that they said hello or nodded in her direction which she returned but she had yet to see anyone she knew at all. Tonks did remember that others in the Ministry had got some tickets to this years final but her mind couldn't seem to remember who that was exactly as she looked around for anyone that seemed familiar to her. She did see a couple of people she went to Hogwarts together but they had never got along so Tonks quickly got out of their view point before they noticed her.

After some more walking Tonks finally came across her small tent with a smile. She got inside which was bigger then the outside and started to make herself at home slightly. She hadn't brought much things with her but she wouldn't need them as she would not be here for more then two days. After she had things the way she liked them she came back outside her tent and looked around at the people who were near her. The ones that were already here she did not recognize at all, so with a shrug Tonks sat down outside her tent for awhile to see if she would know any of the others near her tent or anyone walking past looking for theirs.

DATE ~ 22 August 1994
TAGGED ~ Anyone and everyone!
WORDS ~ Didn't count
OUTFIT ~ In picture
NOTES ~ Tonks loves Quidditch