𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 | 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿

Long Walks & Gambling Talks

CHAPTER TWO:

Third Person P.O.V.:

Mrs. Weasley was stirring the contents of a large pot on the stove, while Mr. Weasley was sitting at the table, checking a sheaf of large parchment tickets when Charlie entered the room. Beside Arthur sat an abundance of red-headed boys and Harry Potter.

"Oi, Charlie!" Fred called as the brown eyed boy sat down. "Who do you think is gonna win the World Cup; Ireland or Bulgaria?"

Before the boy had joined them, Ron, Harry, Fred, and George were all talking spiritedly about the World Cup, and which team they'd thought would become world champions.

"It's got to be Ireland," said Charlie thickly, through a mouthful of food. "They flattened Peru in the semifinals."

"Bulgaria has got Viktor Krum, though," challenged George with an amused brow raised.

"Krum's one decent player, Ireland has got seven," said Charlie shortly. "I wish England had got through. That was embarrassing, that was."

"What happened?" said Harry eagerly, regretting more than ever his isolation from the wizarding world when he was stuck on Privet Drive.

"Went down to Transylvania, three hundred and ninety to ten," said Charlie gloomily. "Shocking performance. Then, Wales lost to Uganda, and Scotland was slaughtered by Luxembourg."

Ron laughed at a shocked Harry, "It was brutal."

"That's an understatement."

A voice said from behind them.

As Charlie turned, he saw that Ginny and Hermione had now joined them in the kitchen. The boy looked down slightly, unwilling to face her after what happened.

Upon Hermione's arrival, Mr. Weasley beamed and stood up. He was wearing what appeared to be a golfing sweater and a very old pair of jeans, slightly too big for him and held up with a thick leather belt.

"What d'you think?" he asked her anxiously. "We're supposed to go incognito — do I look like a Muggle, Hermione?"

"Of course," said Hermione, smiling, "very good."

The two young witches joined the group of boys at the table. Charlie and Hermione shared nervous glances across the table to which Mrs. Weasley noticed and smirked softly — little did she know that things weren't the greatest between the two of them.

"This game better be worth it. I mean, why do we have to be up so early?" Ron said, rubbing her eyes and yawning loudly; he was still clearly recovering from his wake up call.

"We've got a bit of a walk," said Mr. Weasley.

"Walk?" said Harry. "What, are we walking to the World Cup?"

"No, no, that's miles away," said Mr. Weasley, smiling. "We only need to walk a short way. It's just that it's very difficult for a large number of wizards to congregate without attracting Muggle attention. We have to be very careful about how we travel at the best of times, and on a huge occasion like the Quidditch World Cup, it's important we abide by the rules. Nonetheless children! Finish up your breakfast, get ready, and meet me at the front door within the hour!"

With that, Arthur got up from the table happily, strode over to give his wife a kiss on the cheek, and then left the room to go and pack a few things. The children broke out in cheerful conversations as Mrs. Weasley watched with a smile.

After breakfast, Charlie had quickly cleaned up after himself before retreating back to Ron's room to get dressed. The brown eyed boy quickly threw on a pair of black fitted sweatpants, a basic white t-shirt, and a pair of red converse joggers.