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Nymphadoraliz 
Picking up the yoyo with her niece Lizzie, Lizbeth looks around them. As it lights up a bluish color, she feels herself being pulled. Thrilled to finally being able to go to the Quidditch World Cup and spending that time with her niece as well, Lizbeth looks toward where her niece should be as they travel toward the World Cup. Thinking it will be a nice getaway for her niece as well, well with her stepmother, being as she was...
Landing on her feet, she laughs lightly as Lizzie fell over. "It takes a bit of getting used to." She added gently to her niece, who had never travelled by portkey before.
Standing up, and brushing herself off, Liz grinned and nodded at her aunt.
Together they headed to the campsites.
DH smiled and let Chris handle the Prophet Reporter. He then saw new comers and said,
"Excuse me, Miss. I need to see your identification before your proceed." he said.
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Luna Laufghudd While Nathan was busy talking to his other friend, Tristan took the opportunity to look around to see if his own portkey was anywhere near. How hard can it be to find a microphone? Well with all the people walking around to everywhere, it wasn't as easy. He wasn't even sure if he was supposed to go looking for it or what. It's not like he travelled by portkey all his life.
As his friend turned to him again, Tristan gave a small smile to the bloke he was talking with, and put his attention towards their own conversation. "Really? I thought you'd be going crazy for this. You being a keeper and all." he grinned and blinked. Work? "Well, I'm not going to be enjoying the game...so might aswell- It's not?" and eyebrow raised at the statement, still looking at Nathan as he felt the arm on his shoulders. A ball? Slowly, as if totally cathing the drift, a grin appeared on his face and nods of agreement followed. "Beats doodling." Which was what he was going to do. He usually did that when bored.
Tristan rolled his eyes, more for the choice of his portkey than the laughing of it. "Well yeah... Good memories..." he shrugged and grinned a bit embarrassed. "A bowler hat? Hey you could keep that, I bet it'll look good on you." he laughed knowing that it might not exctly be Nathan's style of headwear. Did anyone even use those anymore?
"So, how do we do this. I'm not to used to travelling by portkey."
DH noticed a new pair he cleared his throat and said,
"You too, Mister. I need to see identification." he said in a powerful tone. He loves doing this job... He glanced at the clock and looked at the time. When will his godson be here?