"I want ice cream," she mumbled, not bothering to get up.

"What's with you and ice cream?" Fred asked.

"And why always blue?" George continued both laughing.

"Ice cream is a miracle that has happened to you and you should be grateful you have it. Especially if it's blue," she said, completely serious. "Not as good as blue cookies, but it still is better than nothing.  She held her arms up, instead of them helping her up, they dragged her to the portkey, another glare. She stood up and stood in the circle with them.

"Three...two... one," Mr. Weasley counted down, eyes on his watch.

As they all grabbed on and felt the world spinning as they hit the ground. Seph landed on top of Harry, legs on top of George. She groaned as she glared at Cedric who was still standing and had a slight smirk on his face.

As she got up, again she jumped onto Georges back. Fred carried both their bags. They stopped at a Mr. Roberts. Mr. Weasley asked for help from harry and Seph, but Seph just put her arms up in surrender and shrugged her shoulders. She's from America.She doesn't know pounds.

"Foerge, Gred," Seph whispered, both of them looking at her. She pulled her hand out of her pocket, revealing some of their pranks. She smirked at her.

Seph looked at the tenr, Harry Hermione and Mr. Weasley were building. She couldn't stand it anymore before she went and helped set them up, not before laughing at some of the trouble.

"We'll be a bit cramped," he called, "but I think we'll all squeeze in. Come and have a look.

"I'll go with," Seph called, not wanting to help with gathering wood. She chased after the Golden Trio, catching up.

"Seph, what are you doing?" Ron asked as she flung an arm around his shoulders.

"Well,one thing. I don't want to collect wood. And yeah," Seph says, not bothering to continue with an explanation.

"Harry! Ron! Hermione!" a voice called out to the four students. "Like the decorations? The Ministry's not happy."

"Ah,why shouldn't we show our colors?" a woman tells them. "You should see what the Bulgarianshave got dangling all over their tents. You'll be supporting Ireland, of course? And who might you be, I haven't seen you around?"

"Oh, I'm Seph. Well, Persephone Jackson," Seph introduces herself.

"Like we'd say anything else surrounded by that lot," Ron muttered.

"I wonder what the Bulgarians have got dangling all over their tents?" Hermione asks.

"Let's go have a look," Harry said pointing, to where the tents and the Bulgarian flag was.

"Krum," Ronmumbled.

"What?" Hermione asked while Seph was shaking her head.

"Krum!" Ron repeated. "Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker!"

"He looks really grumpy," Hermione observed while Seph tried to hold back her laughter.

"Really grumpy'?" Ron looked like he was ready to faint. "Who cares what he looks like? He's unbelievable. He's really young too. Only just eighteen. He's a genius, you wait until tonight, you'll see."

"Yes. And he's Ron's celebrity crush," Seph said ,making a heart shape with her hands, causing Harry to laugh and Ron to turn as red as his hair.

Seph went running before she could be chased. She didn't look where she was going before she ran into a wall. Or what she thought was a wall. A breath, warm blooded, flesh, wall.