A Magic Beyond All (A Fred Weasley Love Story)

Chapter 2

Lyla Diggory

We begin spinning and I swear I left my stomach behind. A few seconds later my father screamed,

“Let go kids!”

“What?” a bushy haired girl bellowed.

“Let go!” I let go along with them, because I had never really mastered the act of going down as if pedaling a bicycle. I slammed into the ground back first which knocked all the air out of me. I lay there for a second, planning to get up when I had recovered when one of the twins held out a hand. I grasped it and he pulled me up effortlessly.

“Thanks,” I gasped.

“No problem,” he grinned, “I’m Fred. Fred Weasley. And you are?”

“Lyla Diggory,” I answered. He nodded.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around. Come to our tent anytime if you like.”

“Thanks,” I smiled. We had reached the campground and Cedric, my father and I split up from the Weasley’s and their friends to go to our tent. It was an enchanted tent, which looked like it wouldn’t fit more than two small people but on the inside was a condo, complete with a kitchen and a lounge. There was one bed and a bunk bed so my father claimed the bed and I got the top bunk, with Ced sleeping under me. I tossed my stuff on the bed and Ced and I went out to explore.

I met several of my friends walking around. Cedric and I also bought multiple souvenirs at the stands placed all around the stadium. I got an Irish hat with a little dancing leprechaun and a moving model of a Firebolt, my dream broom. I had a Cleansweep 7, which was pretty good, but nothing compared to the Firebolt. Harry Potter had one, and I greatly envied him. Unlike Cedric, I had been sorted into the Gryffindor house. I was on the same team as Harry. The Weasley twins had also been on my team, but I hadn’t really met them, and only paused to nod hello when we passed each other on the field. They had a reputation as prankers, and though I have pranked people on many occasions, I didn’t really want to become a victim. The person who had helped me up, however, didn’t seem like a pranker at all. Lost in though, I bumped into someone.

“Oh sorry,” I said hurriedly as Cedric laughed at me.

“No problem,” with a shock I realized that it was Fred. Speak of the devil.

“Lyla wasn’t it?” I nodded.

“Supporting Irish are you?” he asked, noticing my hat.”

“Yeah,” I said, “Are you?” Cedric had disappeared somewhere with his friends leaving me very much alone, or so it seemed to me.

“Yup,” he answered, “good to see you’re right in the head. My twin George here and my brother Ron are supporting Bulgaria.” I laughed as George elbowed his twin, hard.

“Yeah, I heard you betting,” I said.

He grinned. “No chance that he’s gonna win. Actually strike that, Bulgaria’s got Victor Krum, but he’s only one. Have you seen the chasers for Ireland.”

The topic of Quidditch took us all the way to their tent.

“Want to come in for a bit?” Fred asked, following George inside. I shrugged and followed him in. This tent was much bigger than ours, apt considering they had much more people than us. George lay on his bed and rested his head on his hands.

“Sit,” he said, patting a spot on the bed. I sat down at the edge awkwardly.

Fred helped himself to a stack of pancakes on the kitchen table and tossed me one like a Frisbee. I caught it and took a bite.

“I like pancakes,” George hinted, wiggling his eyebrows ridiculously. I laughed and ripped a piece from mine for him. He caught in his mouth and swallowed it whole. I made a face.

“I should probably get back,” I said, “The games gonna start soon.” Fred nodded reluctantly.

“I’ll walk you back,” he said. I smiled at the way his forehead creased in worry, like I was a 5 year old that needed to be taken care of.

“Well come on,” I said jokingly.

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