The Dark Mark

           "Don’ttellyourmotheryou’vebeengambling,"Mr.WeasleyimploredFredandGeorgeastheyallmadetheirwayslowlydownthepurple-carpetedstairs.

           "Don’tworry,Dad,"saidFredgleefully,"we’vegotbigplansforthismoney.Wedon’twantitconfiscated."

           Mr.Weasleylookedforamomentasthoughhewasgoingtoaskwhatthesebigplanswere,butseemedtodecide,uponreflection,thathedidn’twanttoknow.

           Theyweresooncaughtupinthecrowdsnowfloodingoutofthestadiumandbacktotheircampsites.Raucoussingingwasbornetowardthemonthenightairastheyretracedtheirstepsalongthelantern-litpath,andleprechaunskeptshootingovertheirheads,cacklingandwavingtheirlanterns.Whentheyfinallyreachedthetents,nobodyfeltlikesleepingatall,andgiventhelevelofnoisearoundthem,Mr.Weasleyagreedthattheycouldallhaveonelastcupofcocoatogetherbeforeturningin.Theyweresoonarguingenjoyablyaboutthematch;Mr.WeasleygotdrawnintoadisagreementaboutcobbingwithCharlie,anditwasonlywhenGinnyfellasleeprightatthetinytableandspilledhotchocolatealloverthefloorthatMr.Weasleycalledahalttotheverbalreplaysandinsistedthateveryonegotobed.HermioneandGinnywentintothenexttent,andHarryandtherestoftheWeasleyschangedintopajamasandclamberedintotheirbunks.Fromtheothersideofthecampsitetheycouldstillhearmuchsingingandtheoddechoingbang.

           "OhIamgladI’mnotonduty,"mutteredMr.Weasleysleepily.

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