As time passed, the other spectators began arriving at the stadium as well.
The Weasley family were the third to arrive at the top box.
When he saw Mr. Weasley, Sirius stood up and gave him a hug.
"Arthur, my dear old friend, you finally made it!"
"Ah, I had no choice. It really is hard work bringing seven children along." Mr. Weasley sighed.
"My dear old Arthur, how about a drink tonight?"
After inviting Mr. Weasley to sit beside him, Sirius slung an arm around his shoulders and said with a grin, "The kids are all grown up. They'll be fine on their own in the tent."
"I know a few temporary bars around here that are pretty good. Let's go have a couple of whiskies!"
Mr. Weasley hesitated, then casually patted his pocket before finally nodding.
"Of course. The World Cup final only happens once every four years!"
The Weasley family found seats in the box, instantly filling up nearly half of it.
George and Fred quickly chose the seats behind Harley and greeted them over the backs of their chairs.
"Harley, Hermione, good evening! You got here early!"
"By the way, what about your friend from Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour? Didn't she come with you?"
Fred asked as if it were just a passing thought.
"She came with some of the Beauxbatons students, so she's watching the match with them."
Harley answered softly. "What, taken with her at first sight? I thought you liked Angelina?"
"Angelina should be down in the stands, too. Want me to tell her?"
Before Fred could say anything, George jabbed his brother in the waist with his fist.
"Fred, you're the one in the wrong here. Weren't you swearing up and down this morning that you were devoted to Angelina?"
Fred rolled his