Camping with a Fire?

Muya returned downstairs and cleared her throat. "Ahem, I take back what I said about sleeping on the sofa. I think sleeping in a bed would be better."

"What? Didn't you think the sofa was soft?" Tom smiled as he tapped the Basilisk on the head.

Hearing the commotion outside growing louder, Muya realized that Harry and the others had probably arrived.

After telling Tom, she headed outside.

Muya stood on tiptoe in front of the tents and looked around.

"This really is the best possible place!" A cheerful male voice suddenly came from her right.

It sounded very much like Mr. Weasley. When Muya turned around, she indeed saw a group of people. "We'll put the tents up by hand. It won't be too difficult. Oh, Harry, where do you think we should start?"

"Hi, everyone!" Muya walked over and waved at them.

"It's Ya Ya!"

Ron was still examining the tent-building tools in his hands. The moment he heard Muya's voice and turned around, he saw that two people had already rushed over and hugged her.

That was right.

Fred and George.

"Wait... you two, let go of me first." Muya patted their fluffy red hair.

Cedric, who was standing nearby, immediately came over to help Muya fix her hair. "Don't move, Ya Ya. Your hair accessory is crooked."

Muya stayed still to make it easier for Cedric to straighten it.

Fred and George stood there, glaring at Cedric sulkily.

"Thanks, Ced."

Muya looked up, shifted her gaze, and hugged Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny in turn.

Mr. Diggory and Mr. Weasley exchanged smiles.

"I'll help you put up the tents."

"Yay!"

Ginny raised a wooden mallet. "Long live Sister Ya Ya!"

Harry had no camping experience, so Muya told him and Hermione where to drive in the