Things unfolded nothing like Tris had expected.
Or rather, nothing like what he had seen in the movie.
In the movie, a group of wizards wearing masks and tall, pointed hats rampaged through the campsite. Ron and the others recognized them as Death Eaters at once, and the whole camp descended into chaos.
But when Tris saw the campsite fall into disorder with his own eyes, the situation was completely different.
A gang of masked wizards were using magic to torment the campsite manager-a man named Roberts-and his family. Quite a few of them were still drinking through openings at the mouths of their masks, and more obviously drunken wizards joined them, flinging spells around at random. Some even set tents on fire.
The campsite fell into chaos, but there was little real panic.
Most wizards simply kept their distance and retreated into the woods nearby. Some adult wizards left by Apparition, and a few were clearly breaking the relevant laws by taking children with them.
At least, Tris had not heard anyone shout the words "Death Eaters."
"What's going on? What happened?" Arthur complained, rubbing his still-aching head after Molly forcibly woke him with magic.
The commotion outside woke the others as well.
"Some drunks are making trouble," Molly said angrily. "I saw a fire over there. Some drunk must have set a tent alight. Brainless idiots."
"Damn it, I need to have a look. They're bound to need help over there." As a Ministry of Magic employee, and a fairly responsible one at that, Arthur could hardly stand by and do nothing.
"Be careful." Molly warned her husband as she roused the children. "Bill, Charlie, Percy, help me get your younger brothers and sister out of the campsite and into the woods... Let's do a head count first...