Daphne apparated to the location her boss gave her. Situated at that spot was a lone backpack, an object that stood out against the rolling fields. A few others joined her at that point as she checked her watch. When the group was certain it was time, they all put a hand on the bag.

She was not a fan of traveling by portkey, it felt as if she were being yanked in every possible direction, and it wasn't at all appealing. Finally she felt her feet hit the ground and saw she was now in the midst of a massive setup. Witches and wizards were running about, obviously the Quidditch world cup was no easy task. She reached into her small purse and pulled out a notebook and quill and began to jot down her observations.

She walked up to a security member. "Hello I'm Daphne Jones with the Daily Prophet," she introduced herself, rummaging through her bag for her press identification."So how it going so far, according to plan?" she inquired, eyes darting around, observing the action.