Chapter Two- Mr. Roberts
The Portkey jerks me off the ground of Malfoy Manor. In a quick whirlwind, I land ungracefully in the middle of a green forest. I stand up off the ground and wipe the dirt off my robes. Draco laughs. Mum gives him a look. Father came ahead this morning to see Fudge.
"2:45 Malfoy?" A wizard asks. "Yes. That is correct." Mum answers. "Right past there, you'll find Mr. Roberts. He'll tell you where your campsite is." The wizard says. As we walk off, Draco makes a face. "Camping?" He says. "Where else were we going to stay?" Mum asks, slightly annoyed.
Mr. Roberts turns out to be none other than a filthy Muggle. "Blech, Mum, why is there a Muggle here?" I ask in disgust. Mum motions for me to be quiet as the Muggle walks up. "We're looking for our campsite." She says, barely managing to keep the disgust in her voice to a minimum. "Last name?" Mr. Roberts asks. "Malfoy." Mum replies. Mr. Roberts looks over a list then points right. "Over there just past the tree. Site 394." He replies, moving on. Good. I don't want to be seen near such filth.
Our tent looks small from the outside, but inside its huge. When I ask why the outside isn't bigger, Mum replies that "The Muggles would be curious. The Ministry wants us to blend in." "But why would we do that?" I ask. "Appearances, dear. Merely appearances." She says, turning to Father who has just walked in. "Hello." Mum says. "Any problems with the Muggle?" Father asks, kissing the top of her head. Draco makes a disgusted noise. Mum shakes her head. "Good." Father replies. "Father, can we go explore?" I ask. He nods. Mum cuts in as Draco runs out. "Carina, stay here and help me. You can go explore later." She says. I roll my eyes. "Mum, I'm not a child anymore!" Mum sighs. "Fine. But be back in an hour." She says. "Yes!" I exclaim and run out. "Don't go near the Muggle! And no magic!" She calls after me.