Ginny, Bill and Hermione talked for a while in the orchard with Poppy adding to the conversation sporadically until they were all called in for lunch.

Poppy went to the loo and by the time she walked back into the kitchen it was carnage – voices spoke over one another louder than at breakfast, plates piled high with bread rolls were being handed around, and bowls laden with thick chunky soup were sat in front of most of the red-heads and Hermione. Poppy inwardly groaned – once again it was a tight fit around the table, with all of the chairs uncomfortably close and there were only two seats left – one of which was next to Percy.

There was a bowl of soup in front of the other free seat, so Poppy knew that meant it was taken, so she resigned herself to her fate. When Fred and George pushed their seats in for her to get past she bobbed into curtseys, sending laughter around the room.

"Oh no, sit between Charlie and Ginny, dear," Mrs Weasley said when Poppy reached the seat next to Percy, pointing with her ladle over to a spare seat next to Charlie. "I've already got you a bowl."

Poppy grinned and began to squeeze herself back around the table, curtseying to the boys again, before she practically fell onto the chair next to Charlie; her leg having got a bit stuck behind Ginny.

"Here," Charlie said quietly, grabbing her arm to steady her as she extracted her foot from the bottom of Ginny's chair.

"Thanks," she breathed, finally free, and grinned at him, hoping that he couldn't tell that her breathlessness was from his touch and not the effort of unsticking herself.

Charlie let her chat for a minute before he brought out the big guns. "Ginny tells me you're not sure what you want to do after school? She said you're looking for jobs to apply to?"

Poppy groaned. "I've barely tasted the soup and you're on my case?" she complained jokingly, lifting a large spoonful to her mouth.

"Careful, it's hot," Charlie laughed, watching as Poppy slurped up the soup and immediately began to regret her life decisions as the hot liquid scorched her tongue.

She opened her mouth and began to blow, as if trying to cool down the soup without spitting it out. "Issho' issho'," she said over and felt embarrassed, but her saving grace was that Charlie seemed to find it funny and wasn't running away.

"Issho?" Ron asked, frowning at her from across the table.

"It's hot," Charlie laughed, still watching her.

Poppy gulped down the offending liquid and glared at Charlie, who shook his head.

Before long, they'd polished off all of the delicious soup and most of the rolls, and the plates and bowls were zooming towards the sink.

"I can get you in touch with Tonks if you'd like? She's almost finished her training now," Charlie asked after Poppy told him all about the Auror programme.

Poppy smiled gratefully. "Thanks, but I already wrote to her. I didn't spend three years annoying just you…" she laughed, thinking of the older Hufflepuff who she'd become friends with through Charlie.

She bit her lip when Charlie's smile broadened and his eyes twinkled. But then she sighed. "From what she said, I think it's going to be tough."

"Well what else do you want to do?" he asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee from the pot Mrs Weasley had just placed in the middle of the table.

Poppy shrugged and looked up at the ceiling for a moment. "In an ideal world I think something to do with animals would be cool, but I'm not really sure if it's my passion so I don't know if I'd be taking a spot away from someone who really wanted it..."

"Have you thought about travelling around and trying your hand at a few things? I remember you were always great with people and writing, and there're always roles coming up at the Sanctuary. In fact…" he said frowning, "we need grants to keep us open and the guy who does most of our admin and applications is trying to leave. They've got an open job call out for it. I could write and get you the details?"

Poppy grinned and nodded. "Amazing, that'd be great, thank you!"

Charlie shook his head. "Thank Ginny."

"It wouldn't be weird or anything if I got a job there, would it? Not like I'm following you or anything?" she asked, worriedly.

"Nah, you're alright," he replied with a genuine smile. "As long as you don't come for my job then we're cool."

After lunch, Ginny collected Poppy and they went back outside to the orchard to will away the rest of the afternoon. Poppy had wanted to continue chatting to Charlie but couldn't think up an excuse to fast enough, and he went off with Fred, George, Bill and Ron soon after for a quick game of Quidditch.

Ginny had run off to join but stalked back in an angry huff when her mum told her she wasn't allowed to go with her brothers.

"It's ridiculous! I'm just as talented as them, it's just because I'm a girl!"

"Their loss," Poppy commiserated, "seriously."

"Does it have anything to do with you putting slugs in her boots yesterday?" Hermione asked, and Ginny's face went bright red.

"I forgot about that," she said, covering her face with her hands.

Poppy laughed. "Then I'm sure she'll let you play when we get back from the final."

Ginny sighed and sank down onto the ground. "Hopefully."

Five o'clock came quite quickly, and Poppy remained outside with Ginny and Hermione while Fred, George, Ron and Mr Weasley went to collect Harry from his Aunt and Uncle's house.

While they were gone there was relative peace. But that ended the moment Mrs Weasley entered the kitchen to find Fred and George being reprimanded by Mr Weasley.

Poppy was on her way inside when she heard Mrs Weasley shouting and when the term, "Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes," came up, she decided to stay out of it, retreating back under the tree outside with her book.

Hermione and Ginny stayed to find out more.

She must have missed more than just the argument, as twenty minutes or so later Bill and Charlie walked out of the house, talking and laughing. Poppy smiled and watched them.

"I'm sure it wasn't that bad," Bill said, shoving Charlie's shoulder.

"I basically invited her to Romania. It was that bad," Charlie replied.

"But she said she was interested?" Bill asked, sliding his hands into his pockets. "That's a good sign."

"Yeah, probably just being nice," Charlie replied. "I'm just not used to… this. It's… confusing…"

Bill laughed. "Like that's not obvious. You're worse than Perce. But if it makes you feel any better, I'll try and find something in Egypt for her. Take the weirdness out of it. Though the commute would be criminal."

"Commute?"

"From Romania," Bill said, and Charlie punched him on the arm. "Oi! Don't hit me with your dragon arms."

"Who're you gonna tell?" Charlie asked, grinning at his brother. "Mum's a bit busy at the moment."

Bill laughed and shook his head. "Man, I feel bad for those two. But at least it means she's off our backs for a bit."

Poppy, who had been trying not to listen, frowned down at her book. She'd asked Charlie if it would be weird, but he'd said it wouldn't be… She sighed and pulled her knees up to her chest as she tried to unfurl their words in her mind which had already jumbled it all up - she couldn't be sure she'd heard it all correctly.

"But in all seriousness, I hope she does go for it," Bill said, nodding his head. "I think she'd be great at both jobs."

"Both jobs?" Poppy whispered to herself, frowning. Now she was definitely lost.

Charlie rolled his eyes and snorted. "How would you know? You've only known her for a day!"

"So have you, and yet you invited her to another country!" Bill laughed.

"Hey, hey," Charlie replied, opening the shed. "I knew her for three years and then we exchanged letters… just don't tell mum, and help me with this would you?" he asked.

The two fell silent and Poppy tried to go back to reading her book, but she kept an ear out just in case they continued their conversation. She was still very confused - she didn't want to read into what they'd said, and decided that her crush on Charlie was skewing her understanding so she decided to ask him about it later.

The two men emerged from the shed with two large tables and within minutes, the tables were levitated and were crashing and banging into each other high above the ground as the brothers laughed.

Poppy grinned and headed over to stand a little while away from Charlie and Bill so she could watch as the tables continued their battle.

Ron, Harry, Hermione and Ginny joined her and after Poppy greeted Harry, they stood together watching the epic battle.

"And mum wonders where we get our disruptive sense of humour… don't see her stopping this though," George muttered, glowering over to the kitchen window from where he stood just behind Poppy.

"I don't even want to know what you did," Poppy replied, eyeing him over her shoulder, "but kudos on the products. Ginny told me about the shop idea earlier. Sounds cool."

"Thanks!" Fred replied happily, leaning in close to her other shoulder. "Let us know if you fancy sampling any products? We can't pay you or anything mind."

"Sounds… ominous," she replied hesitantly.

George chuckled. "So far we've been testing on ourselves but we've got a range of witch focussed products we're thinking of producing and could do with pointers from the fairer sex," he explained.

"Makes sense," Poppy replied with a scoff, "well, you know what? Yeah, let me-"

There was a loud bang and the trio's attention was taken by the tables once more. Poppy winced audibly and grimaced when Bill's table smashed into Charlie's again, knocking another leg off.

"Stop getting distracted," Bill called in a teasing voice, and Poppy looked over to see Charlie glancing back up at the tables, a hint of a blush on his face.

She thought for a moment that he might have been watching her exchange with his brothers but shoved the thought away.

"What's going on?" Percy called, sticking his head out of the window above them. "Stop that! I'm trying to work!"

Bill and Charlie had a little back and forth with their younger brother but his intrusion had ended the fun of the table battle, and so before long the tables were magicked to the ground and a tablecloth was conjured, coming to rest over each of them.

Within half an hour the tables were covered in plates and bowls and platters of delicious food, and Poppy was sat next to Charlie and opposite Fred and George. Ginny and Hermione sat on her other side.

"It really is okay to not give me those details for the job," she said when Charlie passed her a bowl of potatoes. Charlie frowned. "I uh… I overheard you and Bill," she explained, trying not to look at him while she began scooping roasties onto her plate.

He blinked and gulped. "You did?"

"Yeah. I can't say I understood all of it, but I did get the idea that me going to Romania could be weird for you and that maybe you regret telling me about the job…? And I know that you've obviously worked really hard to get there and don't need some random girl you used to know pitching up-"

"You're not random," he said quickly. Poppy finally looked at him and noticed that his ears were pink again. "Really. I do want you to apply."

Poppy smiled and nodded happily as she passed the potatoes on and accepted the bowl of vegetables from Fred. "Thanks."

Talk soon turned to Quidditch and for Poppy, this was a welcome break from Percy's constant chatting about work, and her embarrassment that she'd obviously misunderstood Bill and Charlie's conversation (which she shouldn't have been eavesdropping into anyway).

"Krum's good, I'll give him that, but the entire Ireland team is brilliant," Charlie said, grinning.

"What d'you reckon, Pop?" Fred asked, smiling at her.

"Krum's young," she said slowly. "In fact, he's my age… so it stands to reason that he's got his entire career ahead of him. But the others on his team…"

"That's what we think too," George said, grinning. "We reckon he's going to go after the snitch no matter what, even if Bulgaria's numbers are down."

"Yeah," added Fred, "catching the snitch in the World Cup Final when you're only seventeen? That's legend worthy."

"But what about Bulgarian pride?" Charlie argued. "Surely he'd want them to win."

"What about it?" Poppy asked, shrugging. "They made it this far, good on them. But like you said, Ireland's the better team... Then again, maybe I'd be saying something different if England had actually made it through."

"I'm still sore about that one," Charlie said, sighing.

"What happened with England?" Harry called from down the table.

When Charlie began to explain, Poppy turned to Ginny and struck up a conversation about what they might expect to see at the camping ground – Poppy had never seen wizarding tents before and was extremely excited to find out what they'd be like.

Before they knew it, dessert was finished and the adults were drinking their decaf coffees while everyone else sipped hot chocolate.

Poppy had also opted for the coffee (because she liked the taste, and definitely not because Charlie had opted for coffee too and she wanted him to know that she was an adult now…)

"So how're we getting there tomorrow?" she asked, looking down the table to Mr Weasley.

"You've passed your Apparition test so you'll be Apparating with Bill, Charlie and Percy. The rest will be with me. We're taking a Portkey so we should be set up by lunchtime and you can join us all then."

Poppy gasped, smiling brightly, and sat upright in her chair as she barely contained her excitement. "A Portkey?"

Charlie laughed next to her.

"Shut up," she complained, shoving his arm when he continued to laugh at her. "I didn't bounce," she whined low enough for only him to hear her. She tried to ignore the jolt of warmth that occurred when she touched Charlie's bicep, or the fact that he didn't complain when her hand stayed on his arm. "Anyway," she said, drawing out the word as she raised her voice while playfully glaring at Charlie. It didn't escape her notice that he seemed to be the only one who found it funny. She gave him one more shove and then dropped her hand to the table again. She turned back to an amused Mr Weasley and a frowning Mrs Weasley. "Can I come with you?" she asked.

"Wouldn't you rather Apparate with us?" Charlie asked, frowning, his laughter gone now.

Poppy glanced back at him and tried not to read anything into the fact that he had put one arm around the back of her chair while the other rested on the table in front of him, and he was leaning towards her. They were mere inches apart when she replied, "Normally yes, but I've Floo'd, Apparated and flown... I just need to tick off the Knight Bus and Portkey travel and I'll have taken most of the traditional magical transports."

"Well if you're sure..." Mrs Weasley said, grabbing Poppy's attention. She turned to the still-frowning Weasley matriarch with a smile. "I'll wake you up with the girls and see what you say then," Mrs Weasley said slowly.

Poppy grinned and nodded enthusiastically as she picked up her mug, wrapping her hands around the warm china. As she sipped her coffee, she tried to ignore the fact that Charlie's arm remained across the back of her chair even when he sat back in his seat and began speaking to his brothers. Keen to not outwardly show her glee, Poppy didn't say anything and instead continued her conversation with Hermione and Ginny. She ignored that the two younger girls were both eyeing up Charlie's arm and pretended not to know it was still there.

"Charlie," Percy called from next to Mr Weasley a minute or two later. He made what looked like a vicious elbow movement and almost knocked Fred's drink out of his hands.

"Oi!" Fred said, glaring at Percy. "What was that for?"

"It wasn't at you," Percy replied, nodding to Charlie.

Poppy and what seemed like the rest of the table turned to look at Charlie who had both hands around his mug now and was looking at Percy innocently.

"What?" she asked Charlie, frowning and feigning innocence - Percy had obviously taken offence to Charlie's closeness to her.

"Nothing," Percy said loudly, raising an eyebrow at Charlie.

"I think it's time for bed," a disapproving Mrs Weasley said.

Poppy made eye contact with Ginny who bit her lip and struggled not to laugh as they got to their feet slowly, their bellies filled with delicious food.

That night, Poppy packed her backpack again and laid out her clothes ready for the next morning.

When Mrs Weasley woke her and the girls just a few hours later, Poppy strongly considered forgoing the Portkey, she was so tired. But she knew that she'd regret it if she didn't go – the ministry controlled who could make or take a Portkey so this would be her only real legal chance for many years.

So she got ready with the other girls and traipsed down to the kitchen, entering the large room while covering her mouth to hide a gigantic yawn.

"Right, well, if you're sure," Mrs Weasley said in an odd tone. Poppy thought it was directed at her until she noticed Charlie sat at the table, sipping a mug of coffee.

"You're coming too?" she asked him excitedly.

Charlie nodded. "You convinced me last night. I've never thought about the beauty of travelling by magical means and it would be a shame if I got to an old age and hadn't used a Portkey as an adult..."

Mrs Weasley rolled her eyes, but said nothing.

"Right… it's all about the transport," Fred whispered loudly, making George laugh, but he declined to elaborate when Poppy raised an eyebrow at him.

She chatted to Charlie for a little while until everyone was ready to leave, and then Mrs Weasley said to Poppy, "Leave out your school list and I'll get your bits from Diagon Alley for you. It's no trouble at all, I'm doing the same for Harry and Hermione."

Poppy sighed and shook her head, explaining that she'd already gone to Diagon Alley, and all of her necessary purchases (minus a set of dress robes) were currently packed on the camping bed upstairs.

They were at the door when Mrs Weasley started berating her two identical sons for trying to sneak their range of joke sweets out of the house and trained her wand on Fred and George's pockets.

Poppy turned away as a multitude of bright coloured sweets flew out and into Mrs Weasley's hand. She didn't like the argument followed – she was on the twin's side - but she knew she couldn't say anything since it wasn't her house and she barely knew the Weasley parents.

However soon enough they were walking down the lane towards a large hill far in the distance with Fred and George glaring angrily at the path while the other Weasleys, Harry, Hermione and Poppy walked awkwardly with them.

Poppy felt so awkward that she barely noticed Charlie keeping pace with her instead of his brothers at the front of the line.

"It just dawned on me that we could've just Apparated to the top of the hill..." Charlie said after about ten minutes of near-silent walking.

Poppy threw her head back and let out a long groan. "I'm such an idiot," she whined.

Charlie laughed and then called out, "Dad, meet you at the top of the hill." And with that, he turned on the spot and Disapparated.

"That's not fair!" Ron cried. "He's rubbing it in our faces!"

"Yeah, Dad," said Fred, who had perked up somewhat, "I reckon that's a misuse of magic right there."

"What's the point of hiding ourselves for the World Cup if people like Charlie are out there flouting the rules?" George supplied, grinning.

Ginny and Poppy laughed and continued to walk for a minute or two before Ginny broke out of the line and ran up to her dad. She said something, and then he called back, "Poppy, keep Charlie company? I won't tell Molly that you went ahead."

Poppy grinned and winked at Ginny before she too Disapparated, appearing on the side of the hill.

"I thought you weren't going to come," Charlie called from a little way up the hill. He sat facing her, his elbows braced on his knees as he twirled his wand in his hand. His backpack lay discarded haphazardly behind him.

"Your dad said I should," she said, walking over to him.

She chucked her bag down next to his and then sat down. They sat in silence for a moment and she found herself incredibly aware of how very close they were now - so close that his arm and leg brushed hers when he moved slightly.

To counteract her distraction she nudged his shoulder with her own, trying to remind herself that they were friends.

He laughed and nudged her back, but he was much stronger than her and Poppy lost her balance and fell to the side.

"Merlin, sorry," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her back up, smiling when he realised that Poppy wasn't crying, but laughing.

"I see what Bill meant about your dragon arms," she laughed.

A few minutes later she shivered in the cold morning breeze and Charlie wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Here," he said, mistaking her caught breath as her being even colder. "I'm not as warm as a blanket, but…"

Poppy nodded and leant into his side, placing her head on his shoulder. She didn't remind him that he could have simply conjured a blanket, and it wasn't until later that she realised he probably hadn't forgotten.

"Is this okay?" he asked quietly.

Poppy smiled at him. "Yeah, it's all good. Now, tell me about Romania. What's the food like?"

Poppy warmed up within fifteen minutes and Charlie, noticing this, let his arm drop with a sheepish look. Poppy tried not to show her disappointment.

They chatted for a little over an hour about anything and everything, conversation finding them easily before they caught sight of their group in the distance. As they got closer Charlie began to call out to them, heckling his brothers.

They heard shouts of, "I hate you," and, "you'll pay for this," in reply.

Finally, a happy Mr Weasley and his red faced and tired group made it to the top of the hill and Charlie and Poppy began to help search for the Portkey.

"You could've been looking this entire time," Ron complained.

"I genuinely didn't think about that," Poppy said with a guilty look.

"He doesn't blame you, don't worry," Ginny replied, glaring at Charlie. "You aren't from a magical family. You don't know what a Portkey looks like."

Charlie had the decency to look away, though Poppy knew that he was blushing.

"Arthur!" shouted a voice from the other side of the hill. "We've got it!"

"Ah, that'll be Amos," Mr Weasley said, walking towards the figure with purpose. "Come on now. Don't want to be late."

Poppy grinned when she saw Cedric Diggory, a fellow Hufflepuff, and greeted him with a wave. He waved back enthusiastically.

"How're you doing?" he asked with a half smile, stepping forwards.

Poppy echoed his movement and tucked her thumbs under the straps of her backpack as she smiled at the handsome youth. "About the same as the last time you asked," she replied with a small chuckle. "Uh, I bumped into Ced and his parents a few days ago in Diagon Alley," she explained to a curious looking Ginny.

"Come over here would you, Cedric?" Amos called, and Cedric retreated.

A moment he was ducking his head as his father began to commend him on beating Harry in the first Quidditch match of the previous year.

That rather soured the tone and Fred, George and Ron sent glares Cedric's way which were rather unfounded in Poppy's opinion, being a proud Hufflepuff and knowing that Cedric had tried to get a rematch when he'd found out that Harry had fallen from his broom due to the dementors, but she didn't want to say anything lest they turn their glares on her.

"Is he a fair flyer then?" Charlie asked coming to stand close to Poppy, his chest brushing against her shoulder.

She tried not to think about the fact that he was so close that she could smell him (he smelt nice. Not fragranced, just... manly... If there was such a scent). She gulped and wondered if that meant that he could smell her as well. She tried to remember what shower gel she'd decided to use the previous day and lamented that she'd not had time to shower this morning.

"Uh, yeah," she replied quickly, realising that she hadn't answered him yet. "He's a brilliant flyer actually. Not as good of a seeker as you were, but he gives Harry a run for his money, and Wood's always boasting that Harry's got the potential to be just as good as you," she explained.

Charlie nodded slowly and his chest bumped against her shoulder again. "You're friends? You seem close."

Poppy laughed and shrugged. "Kind of. He's nice, and Cass, you remember her? She's on the Quidditch team so he hangs out with us sometimes, but he's the year below me so we don't have any classes together."

"He seems to like you," Ginny teased.

Poppy smiled genuinely. "That's just him. He likes everyone. I bet he'll be Head Boy next year."

Charlie smiled and retreated slightly when his dad said, "Right, here we go." Poppy frowned at the manky old boot Mr Weasley was holding. "Should be ready to go soon. All you need is a finger."

"A…" Poppy whispered, raising an eyebrow.

"Finger," Charlie replied, wriggling his index finger at her. "You just need to touch the portkey."

"I knew that," she said, narrowing her eyes at him. "I was just processing it."

"Were you, Bounce? Were you really?" he asked, laughing.

Poppy gasped and tried to hide her smile by biting her lip. She had a mind to whack him for calling her that so publicly, but instead she rolled her eyes and held onto the boot.

"Three… two…"

It felt like a hook behind her navel, and then an uncomfortable, sickening spinning and pulling began. It felt like she was being twisted and turned and flung through a blur of space. And suddenly it was over.

They landed with a thump and Poppy just managed to keep her footing. For a moment anyway, as the next second Ginny fell into her and she began to fall sideways. Luckily she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her hips, catching her underneath her backpack.

"Thanks," she muttered, smiling over her shoulder at Charlie as he helped her find her feet.

"No problem," he replied with an easy smile.

Poppy could have easily gotten lost in his deep blue eyes and freckled face, so she averted her gaze quickly and looked at the rest of the group who were in various stages of standing up. She tried not to think of the fact that one of Charlie's arms remained around her. His other hand was now in his trouser pocket, and she knew he looked completely cool and collected, while she probably looked like she was in some sort of embarrassing heaven. She thanked her darker skin tone for hiding the blush from her cheeks and watched as Mr Weasley and Mr Diggory conferred with the wizards in front of them who were both dressed bizarrely and greeting all of the arrivals.

She guessed it was just as it had been when she'd met that Muggle woman who'd been dressed in what she thought witches wore. Only this time it was wizards dressing terribly as Muggles.

Soon enough they were directed to carry along the path, and they began to make their way to the campsites. When they began to walk, Charlie dropped his arm and Poppy felt sad at the loss, but was almost glad his arm was gone as she didn't feel so self conscious and her heart didn't beat quite as fast.

"So, Pop says you're a seeker?" Charlie said, smiling kindly at Cedric, who looked quite relieved that a Weasley was engaging him on the topic of quidditch but without a scowl.

"I am! I probably shouldn't say this because it's not cool, but your final game at Hogwarts? Against Ravenclaw?" Cedric whistled. "Exceptional. I was a chaser before that, but I switched positions at the start of my third year."

"And now he's the youngest Hufflepuff captain we've had in a while," Poppy said, smiling at the young men. She beamed when Cedric sent her a proud smile in return.

She took another step and then felt her ankle roll as she stepped onto the side of a small pothole in the path. She swore loudly and tipped to the right. She caught herself just before she fell into a prickly looking hedge, but not before she'd made a small scene.

"Are you okay?" Cedric asked as Charlie helped her up for the second time.

Poppy nodded and rushed forwards to walk next to Ginny and Hermione so that she wouldn't embarrass herself further in front of Charlie, and avoided Ginny's questioning gaze.

She zoned out a little as her embarrassment sat heavy in the forefront of her mind, and so she barely noticed as Harry helped Mr Weasley to pay for the campsite, but did manage to wave at Cedric and his dad as they headed on to another field further up the lane.

Once they were in the camp, she forgot everything, and just marvelled at the sight of hundreds, if not thousands, of witches and wizards.

They passed tents of all shapes and sizes, wizards and witches of all walks of life, and banners of red and green all over.

She couldn't help the smile that came over her face. She couldn't quite believe that there was a moment when she'd debated not coming.

When they'd walked the length of the long main path, following the tents from the entrance all the way up to the large expanse of trees at the far end, they reached their campsite which was marked by a small sign with a misspelt Weasley on it.

Mr Weasley instructed Harry and Hermione to help to build one of the tents, and Poppy started to put up the other. She found it quite funny really, and was happy to oblige. Mr Weasley wanted the experience to be as Muggle as possible, and yet he had no idea how to make it a truly authentic experience. Laughing at herself and the situation, Poppy managed to finally erect the tent after about ten minutes of trying to work out where all of the poles and pegs went since while she'd grown up in the Muggle world like Harry and Hermione, she'd never camped before in her life.

When she finished she took a step back and grinned at Harry and Hermione who were finishing up their tent.

This was already the best experience of her life, and worth every penny. Every worry. Every minute of work.