Never Let Me Go ⚡︎ [ harry potter ]

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"Couldn't have a better spot!" Arthur announced happily as they arrived to a shabby looking grey tent, with a sign that read: Weezly. "The field is just on the other side of the wood there, we're as close as we could be! Prime spot this is," he smiled as he lifted up the flap of the tent. "We might be a bit cramped, but I think we'll manage. Come on."

One by one, the Weasley's all started filing into the tent and Grace paused at the entrance to look at Harry and Hermione, who were both looking at the tent with concern. "You two coming?"

"Er..." Harry started, confused.

"Well, how are we all going to fit?" Hermione asked.

"... Magic," Grace answered with a smile and a short shrug of her shoulders before entering the tent. She loved the cozy appeal to the interior, with all the warm browns and oranges all around her. It reminded her of the Gryffindor common room, a bit.

"Girls, choose a bunk and unpack!" Arthur called.

Grace turned into a room to her left, the same one Ginny was in. It was small, but had two sets of bunk beds. Ginny took the bottom bunk of one, and Grace instantly threw her backpack onto the bottom bunk of the other.

"Hey!" Hermione exclaimed as she stepped into the room behind her. "

"You snooze, you lose," Ginny laughed as she stood up from her bed.

"Yeah, first come, first choice, Hermione!" Grace grinned as she sat on the bed. Hermione huffed, tossing her bag up on the top bunk above Ginny, then grabbing the Pillow and smacking Ginny in the face with it. Ginny exclaimed, then laughed as she took her pillow and started hitting Hermione with it.

"Ron! Get out of the kitchen!" Grace head Arthur shout, "we're all hungry!"

"Yeah, get out of the kitchen!" Fred and George repeated. Grace laughed as she walked out of the room, trying to escape the flying pillows, and she bumped into Harry.

"Oof, sorry!" she smiled, but Harry shook his head, grinning at her.

"Feet off the table!" Arthur told Fred and George as he walked by them, the twins were lounging at the kitchen table with their feet up. As Arthur walked by, they brought their feet down.

"Feet off the table!" they repeated, then once Arthur had walked by, they propted their feet back on the table.

"I love magic," Harry said, looking around them.

"It is a bit great, isn't it?" she smiled.

"We'll need water," Arthur said, coming back into the main sitting area with a bucket.

"There's a tap marked on this map that the muggle gave us," Ron said as he held up the map, walking out of a room. He must've put his bag down. "It's on the other side of the field."

"Well, why don't you, Harry, Hermione and Grace go fetch us some water then," Arthur said, handing Ron a kettle, and putting the bucket into Grace's hands, "and the rest of us will get some wood for a fire."

"But we've got an oven," Ron protested. "Why can't we just-"

"Ron, anti-muggle security!" Arthur interrupted, his face brightening in anticipation. "When real muggles camp, they cook on fires outdoors. I've seen them at it! It's really fascinating."

"C'mon, Ron, it'll be fun!" Grace smiled hopefully as she tugged Ron's arm. "Maybe we can scout around to see if we can find anyone we know!" This seemed to get Ron's attention and he nodded begrudgingly.