*Third person p.o.v.*
"I cannot believe those boys!"
"Well, actually it's not that surprising." Dorea and Charlus Potter made their way through the ministry, people stared and whispered as they passed. Finally, they got to the Minister's office. The secretary was sitting at her desk by the entrance.
"Do you have an appointment?" Dorea slammed her hands down on the desk.
"Who cares about a bloody appointment, tell the minister that I want to speak to both of them!" The woman looked startled.
"Mrs. Potter, I'm very sorry, but Minister Bagnold in a very important meeting with Minister Chandler, you'll have to wait."
"I don't give a damn that they're having a meeting!"
"Dorea!"
"No! I'm not going to just sit here and wait for-" at that the office doors opened. Dorea straightened up and clear her throat.
"Millicent, nice to see you again." The female minister nodded to her.
"Dorea, may I ask what you're doing yelling at my secretary?"
"We need to speak with you, and the other minister if he doesn't mind." The tall man standing behind her frowned and nodded. The four of them walked into her office.
"What is this about, Dorea?"
"You know what this is about, Millicent! This is about our son and his daughter off doing who-knows-what with his friends! When I get my hands on that boy he's going to wish he was never born!" Charlus walked up by his wife and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Now now, Dor, don't be so harsh; they just wanted some fun before the school year starts again, they're kids, let them have their fun." Malcolm Chandler then opened his mouth for the first time.
"I didn't bring Cassandra here to have fun," he snapped, "she is my daughter and she is to behave as such. What your boys did is unacceptable! When I find out how they made her go with them-"
"Well hold on for just a minute, Minister!" Charlus interrupted, "You have no right to accuse that this was all of the boys' doing, your daughter has just as much fault!" Malcolm glared at him.
"My daughter, Mr. Potter, knows her place, but those boys obviously need to be taught theirs." The two men were now standing right in front of each other, staring the other down.
"Oh this is ridiculous!" Millicent exclaimed. "We're not going to get any of them back if we're constantly yelling at each other!" The men stopped their argument but continued to glare at each other. "That's better, now, the only problem is figuring out where they're going." Malcolm's eyes narrowed.
"I think I might have an idea of where that is."
*Cassie's p.o.v.*
"This is going to be awesome! Did you know that there's a festival completely dedicated to beards?! Maybe we can all buy fake beards!" I laughed as Talia talked animatedly.
"Maybe, Tal, maybe." The stared at her with incredulous looks on their faces. "I'm just enjoying looking around the place, it's amazing!"
"Hey, Cass? You said to dress like muggles, and I normally understand what that means, but I have absolutely no idea what Lily is wearing." Sirius said, Lily rolled her eyes at him.
"This is dressing like a muggle, Black, just in a very…. Fun way." I laughed.
"Yes, you'll attract all the foreign nerds dressing all superhero like, I'm very proud."
"I still don't get how you know all of this stuff," James said to me, "You're about as pureblood as they come." I shrugged and smirked at him.
"What can I say? I like to rebel." Sirius snorted.
"Obviously, otherwise we wouldn't be on this trip!" I ignored him.
"Anyways, there is a festival tonight and I completely intend on going, there's no way I'm going to miss out on seeing drunken old bearded men." Talia and Christian laughed as we linked arms. We started skipping forward while the others continued to walk behind us carrying amused expressions.
We started heading towards a bakery when I heard a loud barking. "Izzy!" A few seconds later we saw the big black dog rushing passed us, towards a man selling pastries. "Izzy! Come back!" Sirius yelled, running after her. I laughed as we headed over.
"I'm so sorry," I said to the baker, "Umm… shit, Je suis désolé? Es tut mir leid? Mi dispiace? Alright, I have no idea what language you speak, I'm sorry." The baker laughed and spoke with a very heavy mixed accent.
"That is alright, American?" I nodded, smiling at him.
"Yeah, my friends an I have been traveling, our next stop after this is in Italy."
"Well, it is no problem, I love animals! Here, sit and have something to eat." I smiled.
"Thank you." I looked at the others and made my way to a table.
"We're not staying here too long, right?" Talia asked, "I really want to get to Italy, we're going camping again right? Like last time?" James scrunched his nose.
"Camping?" I ignored him and nodded.
"Definitely, but we're going to need the supplies."
"Hold up! Why are we going camping?"
"Oh, don't worry, Prongs! Camping is fun!"
"How would you know, Pads? You've never done it either!"
"Well how hard can it be? We're men! We can do anything!" The three girls in the group rolled their eyes at that.
"Hey, speaking of beards! How do you think I would look with a mustache?"
"Shut up, Sirius."