A/N: Sorry for my delay! I'm still alive though. Not to worry. And your updates will be far more frequent.

Ted whirled around and scrambled for his wand under the seat, where Vic had dropped it in shock.

"Hang in there, Rosie! Don't blow on it, er...you know, just keep your hair on...what am I saying? It's burning up!"

Fred took Hugo's lemonade and dumped it over Rose. She stopped crying, and just sat there, shocked, with her mouth wide open. She looked like such a numpty, with an ice cube sliding down the side of her face, and her now brownish curls sticking to her neck.

"You!" she picked up whatever was lying next to her, which happened to be Mol's fashion magazine. Rose rolled it up tightly and began to wallop every inch of Fred she could reach. "Stupid-pyromaniac-prat-wait-tell-Aunt Ange-punished-forever!"

Ted finally located his wand and cast a shield charm between Rose and Fred, who was pathetically shielding himself.

"Rose-relax. Fred, sit down. James-"

He was interrupted by a shriek, and all the windows snapping shut, with loud, creaky noises.

"Louis?" Dom turned around, staring wide-eyed at her brother, who had just demonstrated accidental magic.

"Tout le monde! Silence, s'il vous plait!" (everyone! Be quiet, please!) He stood up on the seat, looked at everyone with his classic I-am-a-Veela-and-you-know-it-so-you'd-better-listen-to-me-or-else-suffer-my-wrath look.

Everyone was quiet after that for a long time. Ted even put the Weird Sisters on, but Fred had fallen asleep, head on James' shoulder. James, of course was not in the least pleased in this, so he took to pushing Fred's lolling head against the windows.

"We're here." Ted said quietly, parking the camper and unbuckling himself.

"Great" Vic let herself out and called for a cart for their luggage while Ted helped everyone out in their half-asleep state.

They piled into the elevator, Ted carrying Roxanne, and Vic with Louis on piggyback. The concierge looked at them strangely, staring at both the Veela kids and Teddy's blue hair.

Finally, finally they reached the hotel rooms. Or rather, the hotel floor. They had booked six rooms, in order to survive through the weekend unscathed, but that was probably not going to happen.

"All right. Louis, Hugo and Al in here," Ted unlocked the door. "Louis, there is a cot for you, mate."

The three trooped in sleepily and flopped on the beds, not even bothering to change.

"Fred and James in here, and Dom and Lucy across the hall." Vic instructed, helping Luce carry her luggage.

"Mol and Rose here, and Vic and I will be across from you. Everyone got it? Good." Ted wrapped his arm around Vic's shoulders and they fell asleep within minutes of stepping inside the cozy room.

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~RJ