Chapter 324 - Tents (1/2)

With a flick of his wand, Reginald set up the tent was a large white tent popped up. Since there was a morning mist and that it was still dark, he wasn't too worried about Mr. Roberts noticing a thing. With a pleased expression, Reginald motioned for them to enter as Rowan already expected the scene that waited her, but not quite the grand scale.

The main living room didn't look out of place from the Prince manor with only the fireplace missing. There was a connecting doorway to the kitchen and dining room. The dining room had crystal chandeliers, while the kitchen though largely empty had a sink and several cupboards with two full-length long ones.

Seeing the twin's wide-eyed expressions, Georgine says, ”The cupboards are enchanted to remain cold or hot. Dawn packed the hot side with warm food for breakfast, lunch and dinner. While the cool side contains cold drinks, and chilly deserts. The rest of the cupboards hold the silverware.”

Rowan and Severus nod as they weren't surprised anymore. Of course, the tent would come with silverware. Why ever not at this point? After all, what is silverware in comparison to chandeliers?

Down the hallway there were six bedrooms, each bedroom had a large bed with just enough decorations to not be lavish, but not to be simply furnished either. But best of all, there was a washroom and toilet in each room. However according to Georgine the water for bathing would only be sufficient for one shower. So therefore, choose wisely, when to bathe.

Rowan and Severus had each chosen a room and dropped their bag thereon. Georgine and pointedly shut her door and said she was going back to sleep. Reginald was in the main sitting room under the chandelier reading a book taken from the bookshelf. Rowan was about to join in as well until Severus said, ”It's already morning, grandfather! Can we please be allowed to look around for some of my friends?”

”Go on then,” Reginald said as he glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece. ”But try to not disturb those that are still sleeping.” Severus didn't even reply as he dragged the rather reluctant form of Rowan out of the tent.

Now, with the sun newly rising and the mist lifting the were hundreds of tents stretching via the rows in every direction. Their fellow wizarding campers were starting to wake up. Of course, the first to stir were the little ones. A tiny wizard tot, no more than two happily stood outside a large Greek temple shaped tent and poked a spider in the grass, which was swelling slowly to the size of a dinner plate.

Rowan shivered with dread as the mother said, ”Norman, how many times must I tell you? Don't TOUCH DADDY's wand!” The mother suddenly let out a loud scream as the giant spider swarmed towards the mother. Screaming, the mother killed the giant spider with her wand as the little boy burst into tears and said, ”You smush spidey! You smush spidey!”

Further ahead, two little witches, barely older than Norman were riding toy broomsticks that rose only high enough for the girl's toes to skim above the dewy grass. ”Dear Merlin, in broad daylights!” Shrieked a Ministry wizard that hurried towards them as he rushed towards the little girls and shouted into the tent for the parents to wake up.

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.