𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸, aleksander krum

˗ˋ 03

CHAPTER THREE
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-: fourth year :-

── IN WHICH COLLISIONS
OCCUR

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THE CAMPSITE WAS PACKED, and Evie, Harry, Ron and Hermione were making an attempt to direct themselves around the busyness, past all the tents, ropes holding them down and the people that stayed within them. 

At the end of their walk on the moor, Mr Diggory and Cedric disappeared to make their way to their campsite manager, whilst Evie and Harry were enlisted to help Mr Weasley with Mr Roberts, the Muggle that was looking after their campsite. 

It was far to say that Mr Roberts was particularly grumpy and judgemental, and didn't seem too impressed with the lack of knowledge that Mr Weasley held about Muggle money. Evie counted out the notes for him, and they were on their way. 

The Weasley - or the 'Weezy' campsire (the label wasn't particularily accurate) - campsite was right on the edge of the wood beside the misty field and overlooked the slowly awakening population. They had passed many extravagant tents on their journey there, one that resembled a castle and even one that had several peacocks tied up outside, and now they were waiting to see the inhabitants. 

Except Mr Weasley had yet another task for those three who knew more about Muggle culture and just generally how they did things without magic, and soon enough, Evie, Harry and Hermione were helping put up the two tents that had been packed up into the bags upon Mr Weasley's bag. 

Neither of the twins had ever been camping in their lives; they had barely even been away from Privet Drive. Evie severely doubted that the Dursleys had ever considered going camping and she couldn't even picture them in a tent. Whenever they went away on holiday, Harry and Evie had been subjected to the unfortunate fate of being left with Mrs Figg, who smelt distinctly of cabbage and loved to take pictures of the twins with her four cats; Tibbles, Snowy, Mr Paws, and Tufty.

It took experimenting until the three of them got it sorted, ending up taking more time than they probably should due to Mr Weasley's introduction to a mallet, but finally they could step back and take a look at the two shabby tents, which had patches dotted all over the surface.

Mr Weasley had a grin on his face as he finally discarded the wooden mallet and ducked down between the tent flaps, turning back to them. "It'll be a bit cramped." He was still beaming, despite his words. "But come in - have a look around and settle in."

"That must be the understatement of the century." Evie wrinkled her nose, stepping to the side to examine the size of the tents; they reached no more than two and a half metres back - nowhere near big enough to fit the group still stood in front of them, let alone Percy, Bill and Charlie when they Apparated.

"Give it a chance." Hermione looked nervous as she stepped forward, following Harry and Ron into the tent. 

"Holy crap." Evie slapped a hand over her mouth to stop any following reaction, backed up by Hermione doing the exact same thing. Their gazes landed on what looked like an old-fashioned, three-room flat, complete with bathroom and kitchen. Oddly enough, it was furnished in exactly the same sort of style as Mrs Figg's house: There were crocheted covers on the mismatched chairs and a strong smell of cats.