Easy - The Girl who Lived Forever (Harry Potter's Sister)

The Game - (The Quidditch World Cup [Part 2])

A sense of excitement rose like a palpable cloud over the campsite as the afternoon wore on. By dusk, the still summer air itself seemed to be quivering with anticipation, and as darkness spread like a curtain over the thousands of waiting wizards, the last vestiges of pretense disappeared: the Ministry seemed to have bowed to the inevitable, and stopped fighting the signs of blatant magic now breaking out everywhere.

Salesmen were Apparating every few feet, carrying trays and pushing carts full of extraordinary merchandise. There were luminous rosettes – green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria – which were squealing the names of the players, pointed green hats bedecked with dancing shamrocks, Bulgarian scarves adorned with lions that really roared, flags from both countries which played their national anthems as they were waved; there were tiny models of Firebolts, which really flew, and collectible figures of famous players, which strolled across the palm of your hand, preening themselves.

I wandered round with Ginny and Matilda, buying a flag, scarf, tiny Firebolt, collectables of the Bulgarian players. We wandered over to a cart piled high with what looked like brass binoculars, except that they were covered in all sorts of weird knobs and dials.

"Omnioculars," the sales wizard said eagerly. "You can replay action ... slow everything down ... and they flash up a play-by-play breakdown if you need it. Bargain – ten Galleons each."

"Three pairs please," I handed over the money, forcing the Omnioculars into the others' hands.

"Seriously, you don't have to," both girls complained, but I wouldn't hear anything of it.

Our money bags considerably lighter, we went back to the tent. Bill and Charlie were also sporting red rosettes, and Dad was carrying an Bulgaria flag. Fred and George had no souvenirs as they had given Bagman all their gold.

And then a deep, booming gong sounded somewhere beyond the woods, and, at once, green and red lanterns blazed into life in the trees, lighting a path to the pitch.

"It's time!" Iman grinned. "Come on, let's go!"

Clutching our purchases, Dad and McKenna in the lead, we all hurried into the wood, following the lantern-lit trail. I could hear the sounds of thousands of people moving around me, shouts and laughter, snatches of singing. The atmosphere of feverish excitement was highly infectious; I couldn't stop grinning. We walked through the wood for twenty minutes, talking and joking loudly, until at last we emerged on the other side, and found themselves in the shadow of a gigantic stadium. 

"Seats a hundred thousand," Dad told Harry. "Ministry task force of five hundred have been working on it all year. Muggle-Repelling Charms on every inch of it. Every time Muggles have got anywhere near here all year, they've suddenly remembered urgent appointments and had to dash away again ... Bless them," he added fondly, leading the way towards the nearest entrance, which was already surrounded by a swarm of shouting witches and wizards.

"Prime seats!" the Ministry witch said at the entrance, when she checked our tickets. "Top Box! Straight upstairs, and as high as you can go."

The stairs into the stadium were carpeted in rich purple. We clambered upwards with the rest of the crowd, which slowly filtered away through doors into the stands to their left and right. 

Our party kept climbing, and at last we reached the top of the staircase, and found ourselves in a small box, set at the highest point of the stadium and situated exactly halfway between the golden goalposts. Over fifty purple and gilt chairs stood in three rows here, and as we filed into the front seats I looked down upon a scene the like of which I could never have imagined.

I sat down in the first row, in between Kyla and Ginny. The rest of the Weasleys, and Harry and Hermione, were on the other side of Ginny, while the Lovegoods, Mary, Rachel, and Lupin were right behind us.