August 21st, Sunny (Part 1)

Today was one of the happiest days of Joey's life—she was going to the Quidditch World Cup! Luther had been rehired by the British Aurors, and Linda, uninterested in Quidditch, had dropped Joey, Ryan, and Flami off at the Burrow.

With Hermione, Harry, Bill, and Charlie also joining, the Burrow was bursting at the seams. Sirius came to the rescue, sending Dobby with a magical tent to set up outside. After a quick game of rock-paper-scissors, Harry, Ron, Percy, and Ginny got the tent, while the rest squeezed into the Burrow. George and Fred, however, were less than thrilled—they wanted to stay with their girlfriends, but Molly wasn't having it.

Ryan, ever the responsible older brother, made sure Joey and Flami shared Ginny's room, while Fred and George reluctantly headed upstairs. Ryan took his role as the girls' protector seriously.

Joey was so excited she barely slept, and when Flami woke her up at dawn, she felt like she'd just closed her eyes.

"Joey, get up! We're leaving soon!" Flami said, already dressed and holding out Joey's shirt.

Joey groggily sat up, stretching her arms as Flami helped her dress. She'd been dreaming about pulling off a perfect Wronski Feint, with Krum cheering her on.

The group gathered outside, yawning and rubbing their eyes. Arthur, half-asleep, nearly shaved off an eyebrow while trying to get ready. Joey, still drowsy, clung to Fred's arm, dozing off as they searched for the Portkey.

Cedric and his father were waiting at the hilltop. Joey, Fred, and the others grabbed the old boot Portkey, and with a jerk, they were whisked away. Joey woke up mid-flight, screaming as they tumbled to the ground.

"Ugh, Portkeys are the worst!" Joey spat out grass, glaring at the boot.

Cedric and Ryan landed gracefully, smirking. "Don't blame the Portkey, Joey. That's all on you."

The campsite was buzzing with energy. Tents of all shapes and sizes dotted the field, and Joey's eyes lit up at the sight of a luxurious tent with peacocks tied outside.

"Look at those peacocks," Joey teased Fred. "They're as arrogant as Draco, don't you think?"

Fred coughed, his eyes darting behind Joey. "Uh, Joey…"

"Who's as arrogant as me?" Draco's voice came from behind her. He was holding a stack of England flag masks, clearly unimpressed.

Joey turned, grinning. "Your hair, Draco. It's so shiny, like a little old man's!" She ruffled his hair, much to his annoyance.

Draco swatted her hand away, shoving a mask into her hands. "Here. Take it and leave me alone!" He stormed off, his face red.

The Weasleys stared in shock. Ron kept asking Harry, "Was that really Malfoy?" Harry just nodded, amused.

Sirius arrived soon after, dressed in a suit made of the England flag. "Looking good, Sirius!" Joey called out.

Sirius winked, setting up the tent with a flick of his wand. Arthur, determined to do things the Muggle way, struggled with matches to light the bonfire.

"Good effort, Arthur!" Sirius called before disappearing into the tent.

The tent was massive inside, with three floors and a bathroom in every room. Ron declared he wanted to live there forever, and Joey agreed.

"You're living with me, Joey," Fred muttered, pulling her close.

George, meanwhile, had already moved his things into Flami's room. No one objected—Molly wasn't there to stop him.

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After lunch, the group split up. Harry and the others went to explore, while Joey, Fred, George, and Flami set up a stall to sell their joke shop products.

Flami's magical display case was a hit, expanding into a walnut-wood showcase with a tap of her wand. Joey was in awe. "This is amazing!"

They sold out of their crackling poker cards in an hour, and foreign wizards were placing orders left and right. Joey's backpack was soon overflowing with coins.

But their success attracted unwanted attention. Green Finney, a snobbish witch, sneered at their stall. "Is this what passes for entertainment these days? How embarrassing."

Joey, not one to back down, kicked Finney to the ground. "I kicked you. What are you going to do about it?"

Fred stood by Joey, his presence enough to make Finney retreat. "You'll regret this!" Finney shouted as she fled.

Joey smirked. "Anytime, anywhere!"

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Later, Joey dragged Fred to a stall selling Krum figurines. Fred's face darkened as she bought one. "You like Krum too, don't you?" Joey asked, oblivious.

Fred grumbled, "I don't like you having another man's figurine."

Joey rolled her eyes. "You're being ridiculous!"

Fred, fed up, grabbed Joey and carried her into the woods. "Put me down!" she yelled, squirming.

He set her down by a tree, his hands on either side of her. "You're not getting that figurine back."

Joey pouted. "Fine, you can have it!"

Fred leaned in, his voice low. "But I want more than that."