After touring the tent inside and out, Su Er, Hermione, and the Weasley Brothers were sent to the other end of the campsite to fetch some water, while Mr. Weasley stayed behind, rubbing his hands together in anticipation of lighting a fire.
He had a perfectly reasonable excuse for Ron's complaints.
"Don't forget the safety regulations concerning Muggles!" Mr. Weasley declared confidently. "Real Muggles light their own fires when they go camping. I've seen them-"
In truth, he had long been interested in the Muggle way of life and was eager to try it himself.
"Quick, where's the stuff?" Fred and George had finally found a chance to retrieve the Ton-Tongue Toffee from Su Er, having successfully smuggled it out of their house.
"We're going to see if there's anywhere we can trade these sweets for shiny Galleons! We'll leave fetching water to you!"
"Shall I carry that?" Watching Fred and George disappear around the corner of a tent, Su Er shook his head and reached over to take the kettle Hermione was holding to collect water.
By then, the sun had risen, and the thin mist had cleared away at some point. The wizards were getting up one after another after a night's sleep, and the campsite had grown considerably livelier.
Su Er took Hermione's small hand with his free one. She glanced at him but did not refuse, turning her hand to clasp his, their fingers interlacing as they wandered leisurely between the tents.
A little boy of about two was crouching outside a pyramid-shaped tent, gleefully poking a slug on the grass with a wand. The slug slowly swelled to the size of a sausage.
As Su Er and Hermione reached the boy, his mother hurried out of the tent and, with a loud squelching pop, snatched