A/N: Eep! Sorry this took so long. This chapter has one bad word at the end. You have been warned.
Enjoy!
Victoire gave the huge camper a fleeting glance. It looked...okay. She honestly didn't know. Having Hermione Weasley for an aunt enabled her to know anything about the Muggle world at the drop of a hat. She didn't take Muggle studies N.E.W.T. level.
"What do you think, Ted?"
He twisted his face and his hair changed from brown to blue. "Ted, your hair! Not here, at least!"
"Sorry." he changed it back. "Well, I honestly have no clue. It looks fine."
"Should we get it?"
"Yeah, let's."
"Dad's paying for it."
"I know."
"Okay."
So they bought the camper. The man who sold it to them looked at them strangely when Ted didn't know what a credit card and insisted on paying with cash.
"An' where'd you get all this?"
Victoire flashed him a brilliant smile. "My father's rather wealthy. He's a..." What was the Muggle equivalent of a curse breaker?
"Lawyer." supplied Ted. "He's got his own firm and everything."
"Oh. Well, tha's al'righ then." The man gave them their change and the key to the rusty camper.
And together they drove off.
After they figured out how to, of course.
After several cleaning spells, and all the Weasley women working together on making the camper suitable for human habitation, the it was ready to go.
Well, it was. The actual human inhabitants weren't.
Not yet, anyway.
"JAMES! WHERE IS YOUR TRUNK?"
"Rose, is this your jumper, dear?"
"FRED! NO! YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO USE MAGIC OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL!"
"Lily, how much have you packed, exactly?"
"HUGO! ANIMALS DO NOT COUNT AS LUGGAGE! LEAVE THOSE GODAWFUL CREATURES HERE!"
"Louis, cheri, ces livres ne sont pas-" (Louis, dear, these books aren't-)
"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT FIREWORKS!"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE ANY KNICKERS ?"
"MUM!"
"Mols, is that really necessary?"
"Ummmmm...Rose?" The latter was from Scorpius, who had, for some reason, come over.
"NO JAMES, YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO-oh, it's you." Rose said, or rather, the pile of clothes behind which Rose was speaking from, said.
"Er...yeah. Listen, I want to-"
"Call me another foul name, insult my hair, allude to the fact that my entire family is evil because they're mostly ginger, or berate the fact that I cannot ride a broom properly?"
"No-"
"Save it, blondie. I'm not going to hear it. You want to be mean to me, fine. But don't expect me to be merciful. When we get back to school, I'll hex you so badly, you won't be able to open that foul mouth of yours again. Speaking of which, why are you here anyway?"
"I came to apologize, Weasley, so can I please do so without being interrupted?"
"Apologize?"
"Yes."
"Okay then, go on."
"Rose, I'm really really sorry for being rude to you because you can't help certain things in life."
"That doesn't count as a proper apology."
"Father said I only had to be decent. He never said anything about nice."
"Get lost."
"Gladly." And with that smirk, he bounded out the door and Portkeyed away.
"Was that Malfoy?" Al asked as he pushed his trunk out the door.
"Yeah, the slick git came to apologize."
"Apologize, my arse."
"Language, Al!"
"Sorry Mum." He wasn't sorry at all.
Finally, three torn jumpers, two bags of Dungbombs, and one Extendable Ear later, they were all packed and ready to go. After all the hugs and kisses and goodbyes, everyone lined up.
Ginny stood at the doorway. "Wand?"
Victoire handed hers over and climbed into the camper
"Wand?"
Molly pulled hers out.
"Wand?
Dom and Lucy handed theirs over.
"Wand?"
James and Fred innocently pulled two out of their respective jeans pockets. As soon as Ginny touched them, they turned into a squeaky parrot and a length of string.
"Very funny, boys. The Ollivander ones, not the Weasley ones."
Pouting, they turned them in.
"Wand?"
Rose and Al handed them over.
"Wand?"
Teddy shook his head. "Ginny, we have to keep one wand in case of an emergency."
"Okay."
He kissed her cheek. "Bye."
"Bye. Have fun!"
"We will."
Ted climbed into the front seat and popped in a CD.
"Move your body like a hairy troll...learn to rock and roll...and spin around like a crazy elf...a-dancing by himself...boogie down like a unicorn... no stopping til the break of dawn..."
A collective groan could be heard from the backseat. "Weird Sisters? Really? Ted, come on, that's, like, the oldies! Put some actual music on!"
Ted frowned at Fred in the rearview mirror. "Fred, this is classic."
"It sounds like Crookshanks the Second when Hugo stepped on his tail."
"Hey!"
"Mate, it's true!"
"Fine, how's this..." Ted fumbled with the buttons.
"And dance...your final dance...this is ...your final chance...to hold...the one you love...you know you've waited long enough...so believe...that magic works...don't be afraid..."
"REALLY?"
"Ted! That's the worst song in the world!" Vic shook her head. "Honestly."
"Okay, okay. You tell me, then."
"Dragon's Tooth."
"Al! No, they sound worse than the Weird Sisters!"
"The best is still Cauldron."
"Cauldron sounds worse than Dragon's Tooth."
"Rose, you won't listen to anything but Selena."
"That's because she's the best in the entire-"
BOOM.
"Merde." Dom muttered. (ummm...do I really need to translate this? In English, it starts with an S, ends with a T, has four letters...)
"Dom! Watch your mouth!"
Ted carefully parked the camper and climbed out, wand at the ready. He walked around the back of the car, and saw that the entire boot was blown up.
"James! Fred! I thought we established the fact that fireworks weren't allowed!"
Like it?
Oh, sound credits. The first one was "Dance Like A Hippogriff" by the Weird Sisters, and the second was "Magic Works", also by the Weird Sisters.
Dragon's Tooth, Cauldron, and Selena are my creations.