Oh what a nice day! Though it was a little breezy if Frida said so herself.

Which she did.

It was good to become familiar with the area, so Frida took it upon herself to make her own map of the Quidditch World Cup fields, and note where certain landmarks were...though there were few aside from a few trees and boulders.
Her nose was nearly touching the folded parchment that was clasped between her hands as she carefully jotted down how great a distance an inch would equal on the map.
'That looks about right. Two-hundred feet per three-quarter inch.' Sure. It could have been simpler than that, but Frida was used to her own ways.

A rather strong burst of wind came and nearly took the parchment away from her.
"Hold it you." The woman said and gripped the map tighter, wrinkling it a bit in the process. 'Daaang.'
Frida took her wand from her pocket and smoothed the creases out with her wand-tip as she stolled along the grassy field. "That's bette- Whoa!"

Her foot caught hold of something and Frida toppled head first towards the ground. Though as she got closer, she rolled up into a ball and did a sort of somersault. However, Frida failed at her recovery and instead of getting on her feet, she was sprawled out on her back staring at the sky. "Ow." She blinked, and some sort of canvass or tent fell down over her.

At least she was in the right campground. So if she was unconscious (which she wasn't), Frida could just enjoy her stay.