"Morning, Basil," Arthur greeted, picking up the boot and handing it to the kilted wizard, who threw it into a large box of used Portkeys beside him. Tori could see an old newspaper, an empty drinks can, and a punctured muggle ball.

"Hello there, Arthur," said Basil wearily. "Not on duty, eh? It's all right for some... We've been here all night... You'd better get out of the way, we've got a big party coming in from the Black Forest at five fifteen. Hang on, I'll find your campsite... Weasley... Weasley...." He consulted his parchment list. "About a quarter of a mile's walk over there, first field you come to. Site manager's called Mr. Roberts. Diggory...
second field... ask for Mr. Payne."

"Thanks, Basil," Arthur said., and he beckoned everyone to follow him. They set off across the deserted moor, unable to make out much through the mist. After about twenty minutes, a small stone cottage next to a gate swam into view. Beyond it, Tori could just make out the ghostly shapes of hundreds and hundreds of tents, rising up the gentle slope of a large field toward a dark wood on the horizon. They said good-bye to the Diggory's and approached the cottage door.

Tori finally caught up with the twins, who still seemed bitter from their mother throwing their toffees out. "Oh come on, guys. You can always make more."

"It's not about that." Fred sighed, glancing over at Arthur, who had just obliviated a Muggle who had seen too much. "It's about the fact she can't accept that we don't want to go work at the ministry."

"So she has to see that," Tori told them. "Come on, you've never once in your life followed your mother's rules. Why start now?" They had reached the very edge of the wood at the top of the field, and there was an empty space, with a small sign hammered into the ground that read WEEZLY.

"Couldn't have a better spot!" Arthur said happily. "The field is just on the other side of the wood there, we're as close as we could be." He hoisted his backpack from his shoulders. "Right," He said excitedly, "no magic allowed, strictly speaking, not when we're out in these numbers on Muggle land. We'll be putting these tents up by hand! Shouldn't be too difficult... Muggles do it all the time... Here, Harry, where do you reckon we should start?"

Hermione continued to have to help the group. "No, Tori. It's goes here—" She would say. Tori narrowed her eyes, "Why would anyone even want to go camping? Hey Fred and George! Mind helping?" She demanded, her hand in her hips.

They were standing around, smirking. "No, we're good," George replied. Eventually, the tent was set up.  All of them stood back to admire their handiwork. Nobody looking at these tents would guess they belonged to wizards.

"We'll be a bit cramped," Arthur called, getting on his hands and knees to crawl in. "But I think we'll all squeeze in. Come and have a look."

Tour went in after Harry, laughing at his jaw-dropping. "I love magic." He whispered, staring around at the tent. It looked like an old-fashioned, three-room flat, complete with bathroom and kitchen.

"Well, it's not for long," Arthur said, mopping his bald patch with a handkerchief and peering in at the four bunk beds that stood in the bedroom. "I borrowed this from Perkins at the office. Doesn't camp much anymore, poor fellow, he's got lumbago. Girls. Choose a bunk and unpack. Ron, get out of the kitchen we're all hungry."

"Yeah get out of the kitchen Ron." The twins shouted, mimicking their father.

"Feet off the table."

"Feet off the table!"

Ginny and Tori took their feet off the table and put them back on as soon after Arthur had walked past. He picked up the dusty kettle and peered inside it. "We'll need water..."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione decided to go. Arthur began lunch quickly after. Tori followed Ginny into their bunk, unpacking their bags. "I'm going to buy an Irish hat!" She said, peering out in of the doors. "Me too, here." Tori tossed her sack of coins and watched as Ginny ran off.

She proceeded to unpack when Fred appeared at the flap. "George is taking up our bathroom. Mind helping me with my face paint?" Fred asked, taking a seat in front of her. Tori nodded eagerly, taking the two green and white paints from his hand. He handed her a brush, letting her get to work.

"Oh, hold on." She leaned into his face, carefully putting the last detail of the streak into place. "There." She grinned, glancing at him. She hadn't realized how close she was to him until they made eye contact. Both of them sat there for a moment before Tori blinked and turned away towards the paint.

"Wow. I look... brilliant. Thanks for your help."

"Yeah. Of course. Mind if I use this?" Tori rushed through her sentence nervously, but Fred understood what she was saying. "Yeah, their Ginny's anyways." He then left the tent. Tori pulled up a mirror when she heard Ginny squeal.

"You were totally going to kiss him!"

"What?! Were you spying? And I totally was not!"

"Right. That's why your faces were so close together."

"I was fixing his face paint!" She rolled her eyes, slowly starting a four-leaf clover on her right cheek. "Did you get the hats?"

Ginny nodded, handing her the green buckle hat. Arthur shouted out through the tent, "Lunch!"

They came in, seeing Percy, Bill, and Charlie had arrived as soon as lunch had started. "No Andromeda?" Arthur asked Charlie, noticing he had appeared alone. Charlie shook his head. "She's got a herd of unicorns back at the sanctuary and one of them is due for birth today. Besides, she's not really a big fan of Quidditch." Tori tilted her head, "Why not?" Charlie only shrugged. "She used to have a real nasty fear of heights. So she never cared for it." They were halfway through their plates of eggs and sausages when Arthur jumped to his feet, waving and grinning at a man who was striding toward them. "Aha!" He said. "The man of the moment! Ludo!"

Ludo Bagman was easily the most noticeable person Tori had seen so far, even including old Archie in his flowered nightdress. He was wearing long Quidditch robes in thick horizontal stripes of bright yellow and black. An enormous picture of a wasp was splashed across his chest. He had the look of a powerfully built man gone slightly to seed; the robes were stretched tightly across a large belly he surely had not had in the days when he had played Quidditch for England.

His nose was squashed (probably broken by a stray Bludger, Fred whispered), but his round blue eyes, short blond hair, and rosy complexion made him look like a very overgrown schoolboy.

"Ahoy there!" Bagman called happily. He was walking as though he had springs attached to the balls of his feet and was plainly in a state of wild excitement.

"Arthur, old man," He puffed as he reached the campfire,  "What a day, eh? What a day! Could we have asked for more perfect weather? A cloudless night coming... and hardly a hiccough in the arrangements... Not much for me to do!"

Behind him, a group of haggard-looking Ministry wizards rushed past, pointing at the distant evidence of some sort of a magical fire that was sending violet sparks twenty feet into the air.

Percy hurried forward with his hand outstretched. Apparently, his disapproval of the way Ludo Bagman ran his department did not prevent him from wanting to make a good impression.

"Ah— yes," Arthur said, grinning,  "this is my son Percy. He's just started at the Ministry - and this is Fred— no, George, sorry— that's Fred— their friend Victoria Silvers, Bill, Charlie, Ron— my daughter, Ginny and Ron's friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter."

Bagman did the smallest of double takes when he heard Tori's name. He looked her up and down, seeing the connection to her mother almost immediately

"Everyone," Arthur continued, "This is Ludo Bagman, you know who he is, it's thanks to him we've got such good tickets—" Bagman beamed and waved his hand as if to say it had been nothing.

"Fancy a flutter on the match, Arthur?"
he said eagerly, jingling what seemed to be a large amount of gold in the pockets of his yellow-and-black robes. "I've already got Roddy Pontner betting me Bulgaria will score first— I offered him nice odds, considering Ireland's front three are the strongest I've seen in years— and little Agatha Timms has put up half shares in her eel farm on a weeklong match."

"Oh... go on then," Arthur smiled. "Let's see...
a Galleon on Ireland to win?"

"A Galleon?" Ludo Bagman looked slightly disappointed but recovered himself. "Very well, very well... any other takers?"

"They're a bit young to be gambling," Arthur began. "Molly wouldn't like—"

"We'll bet thirty-seven Galleons, fifteen Sickles, three Knuts," said Fred as he and George quickly pooled all their money, "that Ireland wins— but Viktor Krum gets the Snitch. Oh, and we'll throw in a fake wand."

"You don't want to go showing Mr. Bagman rubbish like that," Percy hissed, but Bagman didn't seem to think the wand was rubbish at all; on the contrary, his boyish face shone with excitement as he took it from Fred, and when the wand gave a loud squawk and turned into a rubber chicken, Bagman roared with laughter.

"Excellent! I haven't seen one that convincing in years! I'd pay five Galleons for that!"

Percy froze in an attitude of stunned disapproval. Tori's eyes widened, Five gallons?! She definitely wasn't expecting that.

"Boys," Arthur whispered under his breath. "I don't want you betting... That's all your savings... Your mother—"

"Don't be a spoilsport, Arthur!" boomed Ludo Bagman, rattling his pockets excitedly. "They're old enough to know what they want! You reckon Ireland will win but Krum'll get the Snitch? Not a chance, boys, not a chance... I'll give you excellent odds on that one... We'll add five Galleons for the funny wand, then, shall we...."

Arthur looked on helplessly as Ludo Bagman whipped out a notebook and quill and began jotting down the twins' names.

"Cheers," said George, taking the slip of parchment Bagman handed him and tucking it away into the front of his robes. Bagman turned most cheerfully back to Arthur.

"Couldn't do me a brew, I suppose? I'm keeping an eye out for Barty Crouch. My Bulgarian opposite number's making difficulties, and I can't understand a word he's saying. Barty'll be able to sort it out. He speaks about a hundred and fifty languages."

"Mr.  Crouch?" said Percy, suddenly abandoning his look of poker-stiff disapproval and positively writhing with excitement. "He speaks over two hundred! Mermish and Gobbledegook and Troll...."

"Anyone can speak Troll," Fred said dismissively. "All you have to do is point and grunt."

Percy threw Fred an extremely nasty look and stoked the fire vigorously to bring the kettle back to the boil. Tori tried to cover her snort.

"Any news of Bertha Jorkins yet, Ludo?" Arthur asked as Bagman settled himself down on the grass beside them all.

"Not a dicky bird," said Bagman comfortably. "But she'll turn up. Poor old Bertha... memory like a leaky cauldron and no sense of direction. Lost, you take my word for it. She'll wander back into the office sometime in October, thinking it's still July."

"You don't think it might be time to send someone to look for her?" Arthur suggested tentatively as Percy handed Bagman his tea.

"Barty Crouch keeps saying that," said Bagman, his round eyes widening innocently, "But we really can't spare anyone at the moment. Oh - talk of the devil! Barty!"

A wizard had just Apparated at their fireside, and he could not have made more of a contrast with Ludo Bagman, sprawled on the grass in his old Wasp robes. Barty Crouch was a stiff, upright, elderly man, dressed in an impeccably crisp suit and tie. The parting in his short gray hair was almost unnaturally straight, and his narrow toothbrush mustache looked as though he trimmed it using a slide rule. His shoes were very highly polished. Tori could see at once why Percy idolized him.

Percy was a great believer in rigidly following rules, and Mr. Crouch had complied with the rule about Muggle dressing so thoroughly that he could have passed for a bank manager;
Harry doubted even Uncle Vernon would have spotted him for what he really was.

"Pull up a bit of grass, Barry," said Ludo brightly, patting the ground beside him. "No thank you, Ludo," said Crouch, and there was a bite of impatience in his voice. "I've been looking for you everywhere. The Bulgarians are insisting we add another twelve seats to the Top Box."

"Oh is that what they're after?" said Bagman. "I thought the chap was asking to borrow a pair of tweezers. Bit of a strong accent."

"Mr.  Crouch!" said Percy breathlessly, sunk into a kind of half bow that made him look like a hunchback. "Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Oh," said Mr. Crouch, looking over at Percy in mild surprise. "Yes— thank you, Weatherby."

Fred,'George, and Tori choked into their own cups. Percy, very pink around the ears, busied himself with the kettle.

"Weatherby?" Tori whispered, making the twins crack up.

i added andy in there haha.
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