This night was doomed to be sleepless; Evan did not know if Hermione had insomnia as well, but he for sure kept rolling in bed for a long time and could not sleep.
All he had in mind was Hermione and the feeling he had just been lying with her and being held in her arms.
Along with that, her image in those lovely pink pyjamas along with the cute touch of crimson on her pretty face did not leave his mind.
Evan had only one thought, that is, Hermione at that time seemed to be particularly attractive.
He had all sorts of impulses; if only time had stalled in that second, as he had hoped…
All in all, Evan felt as though he had barely lain down to sleep when he was being shaken awake by Mrs. Weasley.
"Time to go, Evan, dear." She whispered, moving away to wake Harry and Ron.
Evan sat up and rubbed his eyes.
It was still dark outside, and Ron muttered indistinctly as his mother roused him.
At his foot, Harry was also confused, feeling around for his glasses.
Near the door, two large, disheveled shapes emerged from tangles of blankets.
"What, it's time already?" Fred asked groggily.
"Get up!" replied George.
They dressed in silence, too sleepy to talk. Then, yawning and stretching, the five of them headed downstairs into the kitchen.
Mrs. Weasley was making breakfast and constantly stirring the contents of a large pot on the stove. Mr. Weasley sat at the table and checked a sheaf of large parchment tickets.
As the boys walked into the kitchen, he looked up and spread his arms so that they could see his clothes more clearly.
He was wearing what appeared to be a golfing sweater and a very old pair of jeans, slightly too big for him and held up with a thick leather belt.
"What do you think?" he eagerly asked. "We're supposed to go incognito to the Quidditch World Cup. Do I look enough like a Muggle?"
"Not bad!" Evan said in a huff.
"Very much!" Harry said with a smile. "Your Muggle dress is very good."
Mr. Weasley seemed very satisfied when he heard both of them.
"Where are Bill and Charlie and Per-Per-Percy?" said George, failing to stifle a huge yawn.
"Well, they're Apparating, aren't they?" said Mrs. Weasley, heaving the large pot over to the table and starting to ladle porridge into bowls. "So, they can have a bit of a lie-in. Besides, the three of them don't have to go to see Sirius."
That's right, everyone remembered.
In addition to going to watch the Quidditch World Cup today, they had to visit Sirius at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
"He sent a letter this morning and is already waiting for us!" Mr. Weasley said with a smile. "He is recovering well."
"Professor Black wrote this letter so early?!" Fred looked at the darkness of the sky, and gave a dull slap of the tongue.
Because he was a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts class, he used to call Sirius 'Professor Black'. Just then, Fred remembered that Sirius was no longer a professor!
"Well, to be so energetic, it seems that he has really recovered. So, Percy and the others are still in bed?!" Fred continued. "Why can't we Apparate too?"
"Because you're not of age and you haven't passed your test." Mrs. Weasley answered him.
"And where have those girls gone to?" She bustled out of the kitchen and they heard her climbing the stairs and calling for Hermione and Ginny.
Evan silently ate breakfast and listened to Harry and Mr. Weasley talking about Apparition.
Mr. Weasley gave them an example of a physical separation caused by the failure of Apparition process.
The unlucky guy left half of his body in place and the other half went to his destination.
Fortunately, the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad arrived in time to save his life.
He got a heavy fine but at least, he didn't lose his life.
Then they laughed as they talked about Percy's first Apparition failure, deviating from the destination, and falling on a Muggle's head.
Mrs. Weasley walked downstairs, and behind her, there were footsteps down the passageway.
Hermione and Ginny came into the kitchen, both looking pale and drowsy.
Seeing Evan, who was drinking porridge, Hermione's face suddenly became rosy.
She was like Ginny when seeing Harry, very shy. But for Hermione, this was the first time she was so flustered.
Obviously, she remembered what happened with Evan last night.
Hermione tried to keep herself calm. Sitting next to Evan and seeing the smirk on his face, she couldn't help kicking him hard.
Evan coughed and buried his face in the bowl.
"Why do we have to be up so early?" Ginny said, rubbing her eyes and sitting down at the table.
"Because you have to go to see Black, then go to the World Cup." Mr. Weasley said, "There is still a long way to go, it's not early!"
"Where are we going to watch the World Cup?" Harry asked.
"At the edge of a forest. It's very difficult for a large number of wizards to congregate without attracting Muggle attention. We have to be very careful about how we travel at the best times on a huge occasion like the Quidditch World Cup."
"George!" said Mrs. Weasley sharply, and they all jumped.
"What?" said George, in an innocent tone that deceived nobody.
"What is that in your pocket?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Nothing!"
"Don't you lie to me!" Mrs. Weasley pointed her wand at George's pocket and said, "Accio!"
Several small, brightly coloured objects zoomed out of George's pocket. They were all Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes that he and Fred showed Evan, Harry and Ron last night.
Fred and George made a grab for them, but missed. They turned in mid-air and sped right into Mrs. Weasley's outstretched hand.
"God, I told you yesterday to destroy them!" said Mrs. Weasley furiously, raising the things in her hand, "I want you to burn these things. Empty your pockets; go on, both of you!"
Fred and George had apparently been trying to smuggle these things out of the house, but they were all found out.
On the table, various Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes were piled up higher and higher.
Everyone looked at these things dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.
Evan sighed. He knew that Fred and George were going to have a bad day!