Camp

Ding-dong!

The doorbell rang.

Sansa opened the front door, looked at the red-haired girl outside, and smiled as she ushered her in.

"You're Isobel, right?"

Long ago, Sansa had seen what Isobel looked like in the photos Albert had given her. Sometimes, she had to marvel at how good the taste of three generations of their family was. The red-haired girl before her possessed a certain special air that suited Albert perfectly.

"I think Albert must have mentioned it to you," Isobel said to the old woman with a smile. "I'm here to take them to the Quidditch World Cup."

"Albert and Nia are still eating. Would you like to sit down and have something with us?"

"No, thank you. I've already had breakfast."

When Isobel followed Sansa into the dining room, she saw Albert eating breakfast in plain clothes, while Nia was dressed just as simply.

Yet, with the Anderson siblings' looks and bearing, they would still draw attention easily even in ordinary clothes.

Nia put down her fork, took out a handkerchief to wipe the corner of her mouth, and asked impatiently, "Are we leaving now?"

"Yes. But first, we need to move everything we'll need over the next few days into the suitcase." Only after Albert finished the last bite on his plate did he look up at Nia. "You'll need to stay inside the suitcase too. That way, it'll be easier to sneak you into the campsite by Apparition."

"Stay in the suitcase?" Nia shifted her gaze to the suitcase Isobel was carrying and asked doubtfully, "Won't someone suffocate in there?"

"It's very spacious inside. You'll see once you go in." Albert gestured for Isobel to open the suitcase, revealing a winding stairway leading downward.

"Magic really is incredible. I never thought even something like this