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PART TWO
The Campsite——————————————————————
" y/n's point of view "
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I QUICKLY STOOD up and helped Fred, who I had landed on, up from the ground. We had arrived on what appeared to be a deserted stretch of misty moor.
"Morning, Basil." Mr. Weasley greeted, picking up the boot and handing it to the wizard, who threw it into a large box of used Portkeys beside him.
"Hello there, Arthur." Said Basil. "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.... About a quarter of a mile's walk over there, first field you come to. Site manager's called Mr. Roberts. Diggory...second field...ask for Mr. Payne."
"Thanks, Basil." Said Mr. Weasley, and he beckoned everyone to follow him.
After about twenty more minutes of walking, a small stone cottage came into view. Just past it, I could just make out the shapes of hundreds and hundreds of tents.
We said goodbye to the Diggorys and approached the cottage door.
A man was standing in the doorway, looking out at the tents. He was, quite obviously, a real muggle.
"Morning!" Arthur greeted.
"Morning." The muggle said.
"Would you be Mr. Roberts?"
"Aye, I would. And who're you?"
"Weasley - two tents, booked a couple of days ago?"
"Aye." Mr. Roberts said, then looked at a list stuck to the door. "You've got a space up by the wood there. Just the one night?"
"That's it." Mr. Weasley said.
"You'll be paying now, then?" Said Mr. Roberts.
"Ah - right - certainly." Arthur moved back and pulled the money from his pocket. "Help me, Harry, Hermione. This one's a - a - a ten? Ah yes, I see the little number on it now...So this is a five?"
"A twenty," Harry corrected him.
"Ah yes, so it is....I don't know, these little bits of paper..."
"You foreign?" Asked Mr. Roberts as Arthur handed him the notes.
"Foreign?" Repeated Mr. Weasley, confused.
"You're not the first one who's had trouble with money," Mr. Roberts explained. "I had two try and pay me with great gold coins the size of hubcaps ten minutes ago."
"Did you really?" Asked Arthur.
Mr. Roberts rummaged around in a tin for some change.
"Never been this crowded" He said. "Hundreds of pre-bookings. People usually just turn up...."
"Is that right?" Said Mr. Weasley, his hand held out for his change, but Mr. Roberts didn't give it to him.
"Aye. People from all over. Loads of foreigners. And not just foreigners. Weirdos, you know? There's a bloke walking 'round in a kilt and a poncho."

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