An Unexpectedly Luxurious Tent

Among the many bizarre tents, one stood out in particular. Calling it a tent was somewhat inappropriate; it should have been called a pavilion.

The pavilion resembled a small palace. The open space in front of it was like a little garden, complete with a birdbath, sundial, and fountain, and even peacocks pacing back and forth.

Wizet and Luna helped up a passerby who had tripped, just as a Ministry of Magic employee walked over. He patted a tent covered in ivy and began arguing with the wizard inside.

"I wonder who put up that luxurious tent..." Wizet and Luna walked around the pavilion and, without realizing it, arrived behind Xenophilius.

Wizet noticed the shadow falling over him and finally looked ahead. It was in the direction of their tent.

Hearing Luna laugh, Xenophilius turned around and shrugged. "When I went to buy a tent, I happened to run into Lucius, who was there buying one too..."

"The newspaper had just sent me a letter at the time, and it was rather urgent... Lucius said he could help me buy one... But who could have imagined that he would buy a tent like this?"

Their tent also had to be called a pavilion. There was little difference between it and the previous one, except that it lacked a small garden.

"Wizet, you're here!" Draco Malfoy's voice came from behind them. "What do you think? Isn't this tent nice?"

"When they were putting up the tents this morning, I saw that you hadn't arrived yet, so I had them put yours up as well..."

"Draco!" His mother, Narcissa Malfoy, called out, cutting him off.

Narcissa Malfoy walked over with elegant steps. After exchanging greetings, she began chatting with Wizet and the others.

"I hope Lucius's thoughtlessness hasn't caused you any trouble..."