Fred Weasley x Reader (slow and Steady)

Ch: 5 Quidditch World Cup

My eyes widened in shock as I took in the scenery around me. I had known a lot of people could come to this event, but I was surprised by just how many had arrived. The field was filled to the brim with tents and laughing people as they rushed through the crowds, the area was packed.

We all walked together towards the entry booth to the area with large grins and with immense excitement. Sitting in a booth at the entrance was an elderly man, him and the rest of his family were muggles, but I guess this was a good way to rent out their field land for this event.

After we handed him our tickets, we all rushed in while Mr. Weasley opened his map trying to spot where our tent spot was supposed to be. Damos placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "well this is where we depart, you lot have a good time and enjoy the game!" We said our goodbyes and continued following Mr. Weasley.

Looking around, it was easier to feel more compact now that we were within the crowd. We had to stick close to one another out of concern, one of us getting lost within the crowd. It was also easier to see just how diverse the wizarding world really was. Flags were mounted onto some of the tents from varying countries all around, it was shocking. Being in Hogwarts only and barely experiencing wizards outside of London, it was hard to really know or see just how massive the magical world was. It was nice to see. As I looked up examining some more, I had to duck my head a couple times; people were flying around on their brooms chasing one another, most were adults, but a good majority were children chasing each other in the air.

After an hour we finally came across an empty spot that Mr. Weasley told us would be our spot. Sitting in the open five by five area was a small box and a stake with the last name Weasley marked on it. Kneeling, Mr. Weasley opened the box and started pulling out what I assumed were the tent pieces and started examining in confusion.

Chuckling, I kneeled next to him and said outload to him "You know, maybe it might be easier if Hermoine and I worked on the tent."

Thinking for a moment, Mr. Weasley sighed in defeat and handed me the materials "you're right, it might be easier. I thought it might be easy to do since they're enchanted" he laughed.

"They are?" I asked in confusion as Hermoine walked up to me and we got to work.

"Yup!" Mr. Weasley grinned "Although I won't explain it, you'll have to wait and see" his response only furthered my confusion as I raised my eyebrow.

Hermoine and I began to put together the tent while Mr. Weasley stood behind us curiously, asking a multitude of questions. While putting it together, it made me curious; with the size of the material that we had how on earth was this tent supposed to fit all of us comfortably? But then again, magic had a way of seeming impossible at first until it came into effect. Magic was odd, yet wonderful, and I wouldn't be happier to be part of it.

Once we tightened the stakes into the ground, I stood up brushing my hands on my pantlegs and let out a huff. "Well, it's finished" I said, and one by one everyone piled in as I followed behind them last.

As I entered, I let out a small gasp, I wasn't the only one who was surprised as Harry whispered beside me his love of magic. While the outside of the tent looked extremely small, the inside was beyond massive. In the middle of this expanse was a large gathering area with plush cushioned couches and chairs, pillows strewn with a coffee table resting in the middle. In the far back was a long dinner table with chairs set around. This is where the twins sat down first, promptly placing their feet on the table, crossing their legs.

"Feet off the table boys" Mr. Weasley ordered as he quickly walked around checking everything.

"Feet off the table!" The twins shouted back in unison as they moved their feet off the table to only place them back on the table.