Magic has many unexpected consequences. This is the story of one man whose life was changed forever by muggle repelling charms on a campground. He just wanted to get away for a little but due to the Quidditch World Cup he was unable to do so and had to cut his trip short:
Jim took in a deep breath. The crisp air filled his lungs and he reveled in the feeling of being outdoors again. He hitched his backpack up a little higher and headed to his usual campsite. Three months had passed since he last came to his campsite and after being cooped up in the office for that long he deserved a break. The trip had been on his calendar for weeks and he could not wait for sleep without city noises and making his own dinner without his wife telling him he was doing it wrong.
However, as Jim approached the familiar campground he began to feel that he had forgotten to do something at home. He knew that his wife could handle anything that could damage the house like a lit stove, or a leaky faucet. But despite his inability to shake the feeling of paranoia that surrounded him, Jim did his best to ignore it. After the months of work he had to go through, he deserved a week to himself, goddamnit.
The campground was busier than it usually was. Jim may not visit as often as he might like, but he was nearly positive that he was the only one who took the care to book a site in advance. In fact, the owner, Mr. Roberts, knew Jim by name as they often chatted while Jim checked-in to the campsite. The people in the campground seemed odd, wearing long robes and other items of clothing he would not normally see camping.
The more he tried to examine the odd people, the stronger the paranoia became. Just as he was about to check in, he remembered that he forgot to cancel an important meeting with his boss the next day. Jim sighed heavily and grudgingly turned to head back home. He would have to reschedule his alone time for another week.
When he got home the door was unlocked and there was a car in the driveway. Going home early did have one advantage, he would get to spend the rest of the week with his wonderful wife. Just as he had worked for the past three months, Jim's wife, Charlotte, was also very busy. She was a working woman and held a very prestigious position at a local law firm. They often had opposing work schedules and Jim hoped that if he had the rest of the week off, they might be able to spend some well deserved time together.
Jim set his belongings down in the foyer and was about to call out for Charlotte when he remembered that it was a Monday. Charlotte was supposed to work on Mondays, or at least she said she did. Now that he thought about it, Jim didn't recognize the car in the garage either. What was happening in his home? He made his way into the main room and when he did not encounter anyone there he snuck towards the master bedroom. His heart stopped when he heard the noises from behind the door.
No, it couldn't be. Charlotte would never- she loved him. Didn't she? Jim cast his mind back, searching his memories frantically for the last time she said "I love you" for the last time they spent time together in an intimate way. Maybe she didn't love him. He should have realized sooner they were falling apart. How long had this been going on? Behind the door, behind his back? Why did he forget to change that meeting? His chest ached and he could already feel the sadness settle in his breast. Why could he not have gone camping?
Fin.