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—— BAGMAN AND CROUCH ; 𝟬𝟮𝟱 「❀」| 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣 . 𝟮𝟱
╔═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗ THE ONE WITH BAGMAN AND CROUCH ╚═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝ ❰ 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ❱
——ELIZA DISENTANGLED HERSELF FROM HARRY AND GOT TO HER FEET. they had arrived on what appeared to be a deserted stretch of misty moor. in front of them was a pair of tired and grumpy - looking wizards, one of whom was holding a large gold watch, the other a thick roll of parchment and quill. both were dressed as muggles, though very inexpertly; the man with the watch wore a tweed suit with thigh length galoshes; his colleague, a kilt and a poncho,
"morning, basil," said mr weasley, picking up the boot and handing it to the kilted wizard, who threw it into a large box of used portkeys beside him; eliza spotted an old newspaper, an empty drinks can and a punctured football.
"hello there, arthur," said basil wearily. "not on duty, eh? it's all right for some . . . we've been here all night . . . you'd better get out of the way, we've got a big party coming in from the black forest at five fifteen. hang on, i'll find your campsite . . . weasley . . . weasley . . ." he consulted his parchment list. "about a quarter of a miles walk over there, first field you come to. site managers called mr roberts. diggory . . . second field . . . ask for mr payne."
"thanks, basil," said mr weasley, and he beckoned everyone to follow him.
they set off across the deserted moor, unable to make out much through the most. after about twenty minutes, a small stone cottage next to a gate swam into view. beyond it, eliza could just make out the ghostly shapes of a large field towards a dark wood on the horizon. they said goodbye to the diggorys, and approached the cottage door.
a man was standing in the doorway, looking out at the tents. eliza knew at a glance that this was the only real muggle for several acres. when he heard their footsteps, he turned his head to look at them.
"morning!" said mr weasley brightly.
"morning," said the muggle.
"would you be mr roberts?"
"aye, i would," said mr roberts's "and who're you?"
"weasley — two tents, booked a couple of days ago?"
"aye," said mr roberts, consulting a list tacked to the door. "you've got a space up by the wood there. just the one night?"
