Quidditch World Cup || Emma & Fred
“Emma, wake up,” Ginny shakes the raven haired girl’s shoulder. “Mum has breakfast ready.” The raven haired groans softly as she turns over to face Ginny and forces herself to sit up. “Do I have to get up?” Her voice low as she tried to adjust her eyes to the light filling the guest bedroom. “Yes, c’mon,” she pulls the cover off of Emma, “and don’t go back to sleep either, Robinson.” With that, the female Weasley walks out of the guest bedroom. Sighing tiredly, the raven haired forced herself from the comfy warm guest bed and shuffled herself towards her bag to put clothes on. Clothes she will be having to wear for the World Cup later on tonight. By the time Emma had finished getting ready along with getting her belongings to take with her to the Cup, she only had enough time to take one of Mrs. Weasley’s biscuits with bacon shoved in it before walking out the door.
Blinking several times, the smell of morning dew made her want to just curl up under warm blankets and go to sleep. Slowly, she made her way up to the twins, her other best friends and walked alongside Fred. “If I start sleepwalking I trust George and you to guide me in the right direction.” Her hands on the straps of her backpack as it rested on her back as she continued to walk with the group. Hearing the leaves crunch beside her, Emma looks to her right to see Hermione walking beside her. “Sleepy start?” the muggle witch questions to which Emma shrugs. “Does my hair up in a messy bun say say otherwise?” Sarcasm in her voice, though fatigue laid within her words. She stayed up the night before with the twins and Ron about some of the inventions the twins were coming up with, they were all waiting on Harry to show up at the Burrow. Of course, Emma was the first to pass out and didn’t even see Harry come in. Hell, one of the Weasley boys were nice enough to carry upstairs to the guest bedroom. The raven haired came to a sudden stop and tilted her head in confusion. “That boot is the portkey?” Still in a way exhausted from waking up too early, Emma didn’t complain or question anything further and followed in pursuit of what everyone else around her was doing. “Emma!” Ron yelled and motioned for Emma to grab the boot. The next thing that Emma knew she was being spun around in the air with Mr. Weasley telling them to let go. “Are you crazy?!” the Black girl screeches as she continued to hang onto the boot. Her eyes widen as she watched everyone around her let go until she was one of the last one to let go with her eyes closed shut.
A scream erupts from Emma as she felt herself falling until she landed on something hard, well more like someone. Opening her eyes, she looks around to see herself somewhere else with the group. Running a hand through her now loose black hair, “Where are we?” Before anyone could answer, Emma heard a groan underneath her and to her surprise she saw herself was on top of a Weasley twin.. “Oh my god, Fred!” she quickly jumps off the Weasley twin. “Are you okay?”












