Forever Isn't Real // Fred Weasley x Reader

Chapter Thirty One - The World Cup! Pt 1

"Girls come on!" Molly huffs as she yells for us yet again. Finally I decide to pull myself from bed. Yanking on my Muggle dress Hermione brought me and my normal boots. The other girls slowly dress to. I move stuffing the inside pocket of my dress with the candy bags. Then stuff another two in my trunk under the bed just in case. As I get downstairs I move to Fred's side resting my head in his shoulder.

"Morning love," I say to him.

"Morning Sweetheart," he says to me.

"Where're Bill and Charlie and Per-Per-Percy?" George says, failing to stifle a huge yawn.

"Well, they're Apparating, aren't they?" Mrs. Weasley says heaving the large pot over to the table and starting to ladle porridge into bowls. "So they can have a bit of a lie-in. "

"So they're still in bed?" Fred says grumpily, pulling his bowl of porridge toward him. "Why can't we Apparate too?"

"Because you're not of age and you haven't passed your test," snaps Mrs. Weasley. "And where have those girls got to?"

She bustles out of the kitchen and they heard her climbing the stairs. I move resting my head on the table as my eyes shut tightly.

"You have to pass a test to Apparate?" Harry asks.

"Oh yes," Mr. Weasley says tucking the tickets safely into the back pocket of his jeans. "The Department of Magical Transportation had to fine a couple of people the other day for Apparating without a license. It's not easy, Apparition, and when it's not done property it can lead to nasty complications. This pair I'm talking about went and splinched themselves. "

Everyone around the table except Harry winces.

"Er - splinched?" Harry says.

"They left half of themselves behind," Mr. Weasley says, now spooning large amounts of treacle onto his porridge. "So, of course, they were stuck. Couldn't move either way. Had to wait for the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad to sort them out. Meant a fair old bit of paperwork, I can tell you, what with the Muggles who spotted the body parts they'd left behind. . . . . " I yawn and lift my head up for a second.

"I heard a 6th year last year splinched his - uh yeah," I say as I make eye contact with Mr. Weasley. I move my head back to the table.

"Were they okay?" he asks, startled.

"Oh yes," Mr. Weasley says matter-of-factly. "But they got a heavy fine, and I don't think they'll be trying it again in a hurry. You don't mess around with Apparition. There are plenty of adult wizards who don't bother with it. Prefer brooms - slower, but safer. "

"But Bill and Charlie and Percy can all do it?"

"Charlie had to take the test twice," Fred, says grinning. "He failed the first time. Apparated five miles south of where he meant to, right on top of some poor old dear doing her shopping, remember?"

"Yes, well, he passed the second time," Mrs. Weasley says, marching back into the kitchen amid hearty chuckles.

"Percy only passed two weeks ago," George says. "He's been Apparating downstairs every morning since, just to prove he can. "
The other girls join us.

"Why do we have to be up so early?" Ginny says, rubbing her eyes and sitting down at the table.

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

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

"No, no, that's miles away," Mr. Weasley says 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. . . "