Chapter 323 - The Portkey (2/2)
”They best be going,” the wizard interjected. ”The Black Forest party will be arriving in ten minutes.”
”Very well then,” mumbled the witch. ”Here we are. Field eleven, please ask for the Site Manager called Mr. Roberts.”
”Thank you, Madam,” Reginald said before beckoning everyone to follow him.
The four of them set off across the deserted moor through the mist. Some fifteen minutes later they arrived next to a small cottage next to a gate. Beyond it, the ghostly shapes of hundreds and hundreds of tents rising up the gentle slope of a large field could be seen stretching into the dark woods into the horizon.
A young man with a bit of peach fuzz was standing in the doorway looking at the tents. Rowan and Severus blinked at finding that it wasn't a wizard, but a normal person aka a muggle. The young man turned to glance at them at hearing their footsteps.
”Good morning, sir,” Reginald politely said.
”Morning,” said the man.
”Would you happen to be Mr. Roberts?”
”Aye, I would,” said Mr. Roberts. ”And who're you?”
”The Prince's – one single-family, large tent. It was booked over four months ago.”
”Aye,” said Mr. Roberts, consulting a list tacked to the door. ”You've got the space up by the wood there. Just one night?”
”That is indeed correct,” Reginald replied.
”You'll be paying now, then?” said Mr. Roberts.
”Here you are,” Reginald politely handed over the money. But before Mr. Roberts could grab the change from the tin, Reginald says, ”Please keep the change. I do believe it is considered a donation for the upkeep of the park. You are doing an excellent job, young man.”
”Ah, thank you, sir,” Mr. Roberts beamed as he handed over the map of the campsite.
”A good day to you, Mr. Roberts,” Reginald said, before leading them off towards the gate of the campsite.
They trudged up the misty field between long rows of tents. Most looked almost ordinary except that most tents didn't have a chimney, bell pulls, weathervanes and other such contraptions. But worst of all, here and there were tents that were obviously magical like the one with three floors and a terrace. Another with a front garden complete with a birdbath, sundial, and fountain.
Georgine let a loud tsk-tsk as she says, ”Amateurs. At least read the proper guidelines.” They wandered past a few more tents that even Rowan paused to stare at a few. Why there was one even with fire torches attached to look like a castle!
At last, they reached field eleven, which was just perfect. On top of the hill with an overview of the tents below and with the tree line to their right. It was the perfect spot for a Prince as it allowed them to see their enemies coming in from all directions. And which direction if need be to flee towards or flee away from. Because one can try to take the Percussor out of the Prince family, but the Percussor instincts simply won't leave.