Bagman and Slump
Horry stopped vomiting and looked around. He had appeared on what looked like a highway. A semitrailer roared towards him.
"Eep," Harry whimpered before being run over by it. Fortunately for him (and unfortunately for everyone else) he survived. He struggled up from where he'd been ground into the road and watched Whoreasldkfjasdfasdfui have an enthralling conversation about world politics with a hunk of roadkill. Mr Weasel decided that maybe standing in the middle of the road wasn't the greatest idea, so he walked off the road. Horry followed, being hit by another four cars and a little boy on a tricycle. When he'd recovered he followed everyone to the campsite. Whoremyaasdfasdfjfui stopped to throw up a few times along the way- it looks like she can't handle her drink any better than Horry. Finally they reached the camp manager. Mr Weasel took a deep breath.
"HiI'mMrWeaselandIbookedtwotentstheotherdayIamnotawizardandthisisnottheQuidditchWorldMug," he said.
"Are you all foreigners? Cos you all seem to know each other, and everyone who's not from England must know each other," said the camp manager. Suddenly a wizard appeared in front of him.
"Obliviate!" he yelled. The camp manager's clothes were obliviated. Horry screamed and fainted. "Oops…sorry," said the wizard, magically giving the manager some clothes again. "Remembernomore!" he yelled. And the camp manager remembered no more.
Mr Weasel led everyone to their campsite so they could set up the tents. He was a bit overenthusiastic when it came to using the hammer, and all the Weasel's had to go to the First Aid tent to fix their broken thumbs. Finally the tents were finished. They looked like 16 storey mansions, complete with tennis courts.
"We'll be a bit cramped, but I'm sure we'll all fit," said Mr Weasel, ushering them in. Horry stared. They were cramped into a tiny, one-man tent about 2 feet by 1 foot.
"Wow. So roomy," he said, ignoring the smell of cat poo. Then they all looked around the girl's tent. It's was ten times as big, but without the smell of cat doo-doo. Then Mr Bagman came along. He was a bag man, and desperately needed some money, so Mr Weasel encouraged his children to gamble with him. Horry showed off how much money he had by buying himself, Runt and Whoreasldfjadffui a pair of cheap binoculars.
"I knew I was friends with you for something," said Runt. Horry grinned. That was a nice thing to say.
Whoreasldkfjasdfui, not to be outdone even though Horry was 24735735357 times richer than her, bought everyone a TV guide. Runt had no money, because he spent it all on himself. So Horry and Whoreaksldkfjasldfkfui tried to kill him, but they didn't have time cos the World Mug was about to end. Or begin. Some crap like that.