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AUBERY was leaning over a pile of wood, trying to light up a fire, but to no avail. Broken matches laid scattered all around, and Aubery still had no damn idea how to light it. Finally, she got a little flame before something ran straight at her.
"AUBERYYYYYYY!!!!" Hermione yells as Aubery dropped the lit match straight into the fire.
"HERMIONEEEEEE!!!!" Aubery intercepted the hug, tumbling into the grass.
"How are you?" Hermione asks as the fire came to life, crackling slightly.
"Great!" Aubery grins. "Hey, Harry!"
"Hello, Aubs." Harry smiles, as Remus came out of the tent.
"Aubery, please get away from that fire." Remus sighs.
"Professor Lupin?!?" Fred, George, and Ginny gasps.
"Oh, hello!" Remus warmly smiles.
"Ah! Remus!" Arthur Weasley smiles. "Boys, and girls, this is Remus Lupin, otherwise known as Professor Lupin, less known as Aubery's father, and Rosie Evan's husband."
"Are you a werewolf?" Was the first thing Fred asks.
"No. I do have canines though!" Aubery answers.
"Nice!" Ginny smiles.
"Hermione, Ginny. You'll be sleeping in that tent-" Remus points to another tent, between the Weasley's patch of land, and Remus and Rosie's tent. "The boys will sleep in there, along with Arthur, I and Rosie will sleep in there."
"Great!" Arthur claps his hands together. "The others will be arriving later, so, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Aubery, why don't you 4 get some water?"
"Sure." They nod, and set off, animatedly talking.
They passed many families just waking up, and others striking matches and trying to make fires, and more just lightning them with their wands. Suddenly, they wandered through another pile of tents, as the water pipe was farther in the campsite.
"Er, is it just me, or has everything gone green?" Ron questions.
"Nope." Aubery shook her head. Fields of green shamrocks, leafy overgrowth, had littered the areas, and faces kept on popping out of the green.
"Aubery! Harry! Ron! Hermione!" Came a voice behind them. Sandy-haired, tall, Seamus Finnigan had waved them over, fellow Gryffindor Dean Thomas behind him, and another sandy-haired woman, who had to be his mother. They were all sitting in the front of their own shamrock tent. They doubled back, walking over to the fellow Gryffindors.
"You like the decorations? The Ministry's not happy." Seamus grins.
"Oh, why shouldn't we show our colors? Wait until you see what the Bulgarians have dangling on their tents. You'll be supporting Ireland, won't you?" Mrs. Finnigan eyes them beadily, and they assured her quickly, that they'd be supporting Ireland.
