Fireflies | | Fred Weasley

•Part three

As much as you hated to admit it, the World Cup was pretty cool. Everybody was dressed in either red or green, some people even in both, and everyone was having fun.

Shortly after your arrival, Cedric and his father split off from the group to go to their own tent and call it a night. You hadn't even realised how late in the day it had gotten, but the actual game was tomorrow in the morning, so you all needed your rest.

Arthur took you, Hermione, Harry, and the rest of the Weasleys to their magical tent, which was so cool. You felt like it was a dream come true, you had never been in a magic tent, and neither had Harry.

He was in complete awe, and so were you.

"Ginny, look!" Hermione exclaimed, finger pointing toward something in the corner of the huge magic tent.

"Girls, choose a bunk and unpack." Arthur told Hermione and Ginny.

The two girls walked to where Arthur had pointed at, a small area in the corner of the tent. There was a bunkbed there, along with a chest of drawers and a bedside table.

Fred and George made their way over to the table, kicking their feet up on the wood and holding their hands behind their head. Ron was already in the kitchen, no surprise, and was rummaging through the cupboards.

Arthur had began pottering around the place, while you and Harry stood next to each other and took it all in.

"Ron, get out of the kitchen!" Arthur told his youngest son. "We're all hungry."

"Yeah, get out of the kitchen, Ron!" The twins sang in unison.

"Feet off the table." Arthur scowled the twins, pushing George's feet off of the table for him.

"Feet off the table!" The twins chorused.

Fred and George lowered their feet down to the floor and watched Arthur walk away, so then they put their feet back on the table.

"I love magic." Harry whispered quietly, still roaming the tent with his eyes.

You strolled over to where the twins were sat at the table, with their feet up, and sat down on a spare seat next to George. You momentarily locked eyes with Fred before you quickly broke the eye contact, still a bit mad at him from before.

"What's up with you?" George asked. "It's like you've never seen magic before."

"It's been a long summer." You sighed at your best friend. "Besides, I've never seen magic quite like this. I mean, it's crazy!"

"It is pretty cool, huh?" George smirked.

"It's so fucking cool." You breathed out. "It still feels so surreal sometimes."

Your words made Fred snort with laughter, hiring his grin behind his hand from the other side of the table.

"What?" You asked him, voice sassy.

"Nothing." Fred said, staring at you before breaking eye contact and grunting loudly, like he was in pain. "Fuck, George! What was that for!?"

"Sorry." George said, his voice laced with sarcasm and it was like he didn't mean his apology. "You know my legs get all twitchy after walking a lot."

You looked at George, who had a smirk on his face, and he winked at you. You didn't know what he did to Fred, but you could definitely guess.

"So, Lucille, how was the concert?" George asked you.

A few days ago, you went to a Jeff Buckley concert in America. You got there with the use of trusty, old apparation, and you went with one of your closest friends, Iona Tucker.