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"Look at those little shits ,"
Iago commented with his chin bobbing suggestively and towards the direction of two little witches, barely older than 7 or so, who were riding toy broomsticks that rose only high enough for the girls' toes to skim the dewy grass and unsupervised wands clutched onto their tiny hands as they whoosh and whip it in free.
"You cannot call kids little shits Iago" Nova warningly raised an eyebrow through her rounded black gasses, at her partner who continued to watch the children with folded arms and crinkle of distaste.
"But they are being one" the Auror agent looked down at Nova with his eyes peeping out of the orange aviator sunglasses of his own. Sighing he returned to his former activity, "Which part of the magic-free environment don't they understand. We are literally in a bustling area of no-majs."
"I suppose you're right" Nova merely shrugged accidentally mirroring Iago's folded arms stance, "What the hell are the ministry members doing, anyway? Aren't there any responsible adult nearby? God."
They both continued to stew in their common misery and criticism towards the said ministry member, it was barely a moment or so before realization hit them like the Hogwarts express, mumbling a 'shit', the duo instantly made their way towards the under-age witches to tell them off with sorts of, 'Hey, stop that' , 'Where are your parents?'
Having been caught by Sirius, the duo decided to return to their tent. Here and there adult wizards and witches were emerging from their tents and starting to cook breakfast. Some, with furtive looks around them, conjured fires with their wands; others were striking matches with dubious looks on their faces, as though sure this couldn't work. Three wizards sat in serious conversation, all of them wearing long white robes and roasting what looked like a rabbit on a bright purple fire and so on.
They waited for Harry Ron and Hermione to return so they could all sit down for a much hundred breakfasts. Deciding to stay with the Weasleys one last time before returning to their ordered jobs, the ministry members of the Auror department aka Moody's team helped in every way they could to help Arthur in firing up the logged woods and a faster breakfast arrangement. Soon they all huddled up next to the fire, waiting for it heats up enough to cook the food and at the same time trying to warm themselves up from the misted wind of the dawned morning.
Shakily the half-covered palms Nova branched across the brooding fire, her crinkly eyes watering from the exhausted gush of smoke that enclosed her being. As if it were a spur-of-the-moment thoughtful experiment, with a shuddered breath and alerted mind her usually quaky hands pushed against the raging fire like pushing against a door. To her surprise and disbelief, the crimson danger had bent away from her hands as if it were a likened pole of a magnet and was crumpling towards itself. Soon her attention snapped towards something eerie, the veins of her experimenting hands had fired up to the beatific mixture of burning red and black.
