Bagman did the smallest of double takes when he heard Harry's name, and his eyes performed the familiar flick upward to the scar on Harry's forehead. "Everyone, this is Ludo Bagman, you know who he is, it's thanks to him we've got such good tickets." Mr Weasley informed them. "You should be thanking a boy Artemas Riddle for that one, the boy told me about your twins, and about how Quidditch-Driven your whole family is." Bagman stated. "Oh- Speaking of Artemas, there he is, with his Brother-" Bagman pointed them out, everyone jumped up to see them. Two handsome boys with black hair were striding down, their black eyes were cold and stern, they were wearing all black suits and following a map. "Bagman, can you help us?" The oldest and tallest Brother at Six-Four, Artemas, stepped over, he spoke with a heavy Russian accent. "What can I do for you, my boy?" Bagman gleamed, everyone knew of the Riddle's brilliance, surprisingly enough no one cared that much about them being Voldemort children, of course there was the stigma that they were not to be meddled with, no one dared to cross paths with them, if you were on their good side then you were treated with respect. "I hate to admit it, but we are lost. Mattheo stupidly held the map the wrong way. Alani's probably at the tent by now laughing at our troubles." Artemas said. 