Boots squishing, Tag came to a halt and surveyed the field with an air of approval. "All right!," he said happily. "The swamps are gone this year! And that means no crocodiles." Excellent. That said, Tag tossed his duffel to a patch of wet grass (sploosh) and immediately started yanking out yards of fabric. He puckered his lips, doing a perky version of 'Whistle While You Work' and snapping his poles together.

"Where are you going to put your tent, Sluggy?," Tag interrupted, paying no mind to the altercation that was currently taking place behind him. Marco was probably going to be surrounded by raving fans this entire weekend. "I think we should circle up, and put a fire in the center. The chizzies won't come near the fire. Oh, I brought some bug spray!" He tossed an aerosol can labeled 'DEET' towards Claudian. Was Xana going to get ice cream? Oh, perfect! "Oh, Xana--be a doll and bring me a cappuccino? And Claudian--don't inhale."

Having walked through the east field on her way, to pick up a rubbish bag, Olivia made her way over to the west field.A lonnnnnnggggg way away.Trust her to end up doing this one.Luckily there didn't appear to be much that needed doing.There were, however, a few people already setting up camp.Giving them all a smile, Olivia stopped by their tents for a rest to see how they were settling in. "Ladies, gentlemen, I hope everything is going well for you all?" she added the question inflection at the end of the sentence. "Maintenance is set up in the east field should you ever need anything, and we will also be patrolling the stadium during match times."

Chris looked at the man in horror as he started handing his IDs to him. Great! Now, he would be cleared. He chuckled as he received his IDs, licenses and such things. "Okay. Then. You are cleared." said Chris in surrender.

Then he walked backwards from Marco. "Nice day, isn't it?" asked Chris with a sly smile. In a quick second, he was gone, he disapparated.

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Boots squishing, Tag came to a halt and surveyed the field with an air of approval. "All right!," he said happily. "The swamps are gone this year! And that means no crocodiles." Excellent. That said, Tag tossed his duffel to a patch of wet grass (sploosh) and immediately started yanking out yards of fabric. He puckered his lips, doing a perky version of 'Whistle While You Work' and snapping his poles together.

"Where are you going to put your tent, Sluggy?," Tag interrupted, paying no mind to the altercation that was currently taking place behind him. Marco was probably going to be surrounded by raving fans this entire weekend. "I think we should circle up, and put a fire in the center. The chizzies won't come near the fire. Oh, I brought some bug spray!" He tossed an aerosol can labeled 'DEET' towards Claudian. Was Xana going to get ice cream? Oh, perfect! "Oh, Xana--be a doll and bring me a cappuccino? And Claudian--don't inhale."

"I was thinking right here." The large wizard swung a thick pointing finger betwixt the area where Marco was and the place where Tag had seemed to settle. He fiddled with two wooden rods that looked like they might go together...somehow...maybe? "So, yea, circle is a good idea with the fire about there." He agreed indicating the slightly less-wet area towards what would be the center of where he was pointing for tent sites.

'The Chizzies?!' It kind of made them sound like an aggressive and wayward tribe. Claudian paused to take a better look at the little bugs that were on the various small rocks around their set-up. Chizpurfles!! Just looking at them made Claudian feel like they were crawling about his skin and biting. Punks! The can of DEET flew towards Claudian catching him off guard. He swatted at it and sent it bouncing repeatedly off of his hand, chest, chin, elbow and belly, until the momentum eventually settled and it was clasped in his hand.

He inspected the nozzle before going on a murderous rampage of chizpurfle killing. The little bodies of the chizpurfles bounced as the DEET rained down upon them in a terror from above, much to Claudian's delight. He sprayed his clothing quite liberally. The protection of the spray preferable to the concept of smelling like cologne at the moment. Now, he could get back to setting up the tent or looking at it confusedly until it set itself up. They couldn't use magic outside of it? Truly?

Being the cute and adorable creature he was, the little guy continued to scamper around. This time, he had moved to the west field and started to nick items from various tents, run off, come back, and steal some more stuff. Once he could find nothing else, he moved to another area.

Dude this was going to be so exciting. He hadn't been to a world cup in 4 years. Why did they have to be so far apart? And why wasn't he playing? He was way better than that jerk MacKenzie.

"That guy was weird. Ministry employees were weird," Marco said, shaking his head. "So camping? Lets set these suckers up."

Suddenly he spotted something heading towards them. "Ok who brought the niffler? And keep it away from me. My watch is quite expensive. Cost me a week's wages." Sure that was stil 1000 galleons, but that wasn't alot to Marco.

Huh? What was what? Evan was too late to see where Lavi was pointing at. He shrugged. Not much of a deal. "Yes, I live in Liverpool." he said in a slightly proud voice. He might not support Liverpool or Everton, but he was committed to his neighbourhood. If only there were a few more wizards... "It is fun if you're a Muggle." he started his kind-of-complain. "Like if you play football, which I do *grin* it's pretty fun. But unfortunately, there is no wizard in the neighbourhood I live, so I always have to be very careful." But now there was Adam, wee! So he wasn't alone. Not in Liverpool, anyway. And Adam had promised him to bring a football. He too would bring his precious football to Hogwarts, and now that he was older, he hoped to protect it from any magical harm. He'd literally weep if something happened to it. "Are you interested in football, by the way?" he asked, still in a search to find more 'normal' wizards who could see the bare fact that football was more enjoyable than Quidditch.

Wow! Evan had just made an internation friend, and met an unspekable in a matter of seconds! Look at that fate! He couldn't understand how someone would not care what his father did, but right now he didn't care either. "Well, I want to become an unspeakable either. My mother was one, but as the title says, she doesn't tell me what they did." Sigh, sigh. Stupid rules. One day, he'd become the minister of magic and he'd cancel all the rules. Just wait and see.

"My mother is in Law Enforcement now, and dad in International Cooperation." Yup, that's right. It was a shame that his father couldn't get the Turkish Ministry here. Evan'd love to meet him.

"I'm in Slytherin." Evan said in again proud voice. "A.k.a the best house." he said and winked. But it was true... It was truly the best house, even though they were a little bit unlucky to give the cup to cats. Evan paused to answer to the next question. He hoped the headmaster was not Kazi for the greater good, but the man had spoken so sure of himself. firing *sniff* Truebridge. "Yes." he said in a sad manner. "You just wouldn't want to attend his classes." The blondie had, for twice, because he was an idiot.

Now that Evan told about it, his accent did sound a little ..what's the word? scouse? Lavi thought that that was the word, but he didn't thought it further and continued to listen.

His mouth dropped open when Evan started to speak about football. He had never thought he would meet a wizard that would like football too! Lavi started to beam with happiness and poked Evan's shoulder jokely. "i like football!, i don't play it myself but i do support my home club, Leeds United. My mother's mother is a football fanatic" Lavi laughed at the thought of his grandmother screaming at the T.V. "Anyways, i guess my mother started to like it too and now i have the virus"


This boy wanted to become a Unspeakable? Lavi bit his lip, not to know what to say. Mainly because he had no idea what it was or what they were doing. "I don't know what i want to be later in life." he said honestly. "My father wants me to become someone in the law enforcement or a quidditch player. But i don't like violence..i'm thinking about working in a shop, or maybe owning one myself!" Lavi thought about it for a moment, yea running a shop would be great! and totally him.....kind of. "But no book shop!!" he half yelled at the thought of him running a book shop when had ran out of the one in diagon alley.

Lavi grinned at the boys answer when he asked him what house he was in. "I guess we will be house mates , cause i am sorted in Slytherin too!" he said and now really beamed with happiness. What were the odds he would find someone around his age, that liked football aaaand is in Slytherin?! That's like totally awesome! So, so far he had met ...Lavi counted with his fingers, 5 slytherins, 2 hufflepuffs and a Ravenclaw! He was on the roll! yay! hmm funny he hadn't met a Gryffindor yet..oh well.

Was Lavi beaming with happiness? Could--could it be true? Could he like football too? Evan couldn't dare to hope but--YES! Those three words sounded like birds singing, I like football. He looked in some kind of trance for a while. First Adam, now Lavi. Could his life get any better? Finally, he had found his soul mates! "I support Chelsea, even though I'm a native Scouse." Tehee. He was the outsider on that. He wished Lavi supported something bigger, like Arsenal or Liverpool --definately not Manchester. That'd be shame-- so that he could annoy him when they lost--oh yes, Chelsea would always beat them. Chelsea beat everyone. "But wouldn't you play with us? Adam and I? Adam has come to Hogwarts this year too, and guess what? He's from one of us!" Beam even more happily. Squee!

The blondie couldn't understand why Lavi was so stubborn with books. "Why not book shop?" he asked. Books were awesome! They contained all of the information mankind needed. If Evan was to open a shop, it would definately be a bookstore. If he couldn't open a sports store, that is.

Evan halted with shock. "Sorted in... Slytherin?" he said like he was afraid to believe that it was true. "And you like football? How old are you? Are you from this world?" he asked as he chuckled. Continuing the way, he said "Wow! Last year I only had two friends and now again two friends who love football. Amazing!" Yay for spreading he universe positive energy.

Lavi could almost feel Evan's happiness. It was a funny sight to see the boy so excited. "Oooh yes yes, Chelsea is really good! but i'm dedicated to my home football club" he explained and shoved his hands in his robe pocket to grab out two chocolate frogs. He offered one to Evan and then started to wrap the package off his own while saying he was fourteen.

Biting his chocolate, Lavi listened when Evan mentioned a boy named Adam. He had never met nor seen a boy named Adam but he was happy he could make more friends. "Yav, svonds wun do meeh Ahdam doo!" he said with his mouth filled with chocolate and he quickly swallowed it. "I mean, sounds fun to meet Adam too"

Lavi thought about meeting more and more people each day, and he had always that he wouldn't meet people. Odd of course, concidering how big Hogwarts was according to Bella....oh gosh the kitchen! eeek he wanted to see the kitchen! the way Bella described it ..its just...Lavi focus!. Lavi snapped back when he got lost in his thoughts that seemed to randomly jump from one topic to the other. Ok, wait , what were they talking about again? Lavi scratched his head but then heard Evan saying the word books. He winched visibly as thought someone had punched him and his cheeks started to blush a fiery red.

He looked at the ground, feeling absolutely embarrased to say it. Heck, he didn't even know how to say it! He had only met this boy atleast fifteen minutes ago. But he seemed nice, and he had to tell his friends at some point. He shuffled with his foot on the grass and then muttered and stuttered "i-i have b-biblio-p-phobia" there! he had said it!. Lavi looked up with a wild look in his eyes that showed. 'yea go ahead ! laugh!' but his cheeks where still red. "I don't know why but i'm just..scared of them." he sighed heavily and then continued "I don't know how i will be doing my homework..at my old school i always cheated by asking other peoples homework, they knew what i had so they were happy to help..but.." he sighed again "I want to over come my fear..its just..its just really hard, and stupid , i know.. " Suddenly he had a idea. At his old school they didn't taught DADA but he knew in this school they did! "Do you think the defence professor can help me?!" he said with a sparkle in his dark brown eyes and placed the last piece of chocolate in his mouth.

Duh. Of course Chelsea was good. It was the best. Though it was good to be committed to your home town team either. Evan felt a sudden guilt, but then he overcame it quickly. Chelsea was the first team he got the chance to watch, and they had played so well that he had been supporting them since. Good old days... It had been a year since he last saw Stamford Bridge. Wonder what match they would do that Evan could go and see.

He accepted the chocolate happily, muttering a thank you through his stuffed mouth with chocolate. Fourteen? Even better. He probably knew more advanced magic, so he could help him in lessons. He smiled at Adam comment. Yes... It'd be awesome to play football together. It just looked to three more people. Then, they could even play like league every week, collecting points and stuff... With six people, there would be three teams, getting it every more enjoyable. With nine people--he sighed suddenly. He knew that they would never be able to find nine wizards who were interested in football. Not in this world.

Snapping back to reality, he frowned to see Lavi blushed. Yes, it was hot but not that much to blush! By the way, where was the water tap? He couldn't have guessed the direction, could he? He heard Lavi stutter a word out as he looked around to spot a water tap. He quickly turned to Lavi. Bibliophobia? He looked lost for a second before the 'I know it!' expression took its place. Book-phobia. Aww! Why? Books were good! They were probably the best thing invented after football. "Is there anything I can help to?" he asked kindly. But apparently Lavi already had something in mind. DADA teacher... Lawson. No, Kazi announced he'd teach something else. "I don't know the new DADA teacher. But I think you should see our Head of House, I believe she'd be more of help." What was her job anyway, she was there to solve Slytherin's problems! Besides she was kind. Evan wouldn't have expected a werewolf to be kind, but she was.

New DADA teacher? oh? Lavi raised both his eyebrows in suprise when he heard the information. "Why is there a new DADA teacher? what happened last year?" he asked, absolutely curious about this. He had heard from Bella in Diagon Alley that a certain Professor Lawson taught DADA but she never told him there was a new professor. And apparentally Evan knew.

Lavi slapped his forehead when Evan told him about the head of house. Of course! how could he have been so stupid?. "who is our Head of House?" he asked with the same curiousity in his voice as his previous question. Gosh, he had much to learn.

Interesting question. Evan would like to learn why Lawson was changing his lesson either. "I don't know... He's still at the school. Just changed his subject." Whatever that man thought would be fantastic, he was sure of it.

"Professor Alessia Lupa." the blondie answered automatically. That name had been a conflict in his house, but it turned out to be awesome. "She's a werewolf." he said like he was testing Lavi's reaction. Well, he was.

"Maybe he wasn't good at his subject?..just a thought" Lavi said with a shrug of his shoulders. He needed to meet the professors first before judging them , he knows that. But why else is he teaching another subject?. "sooo, like, do you know what he's teaching now?" he asked Evan although he had a feeling that Evan didn't know, or else he would have said the subject instead of changed his subject. Ooooh, Lavi is so smart! *cough*

'Werewolf?!' Lavi's curious expression took place for a look of shock. Really? Lavi looked at Evan's eyes, trying to caught him lying. But he knew he wasn't lying. "She's a werewolf?" Honestly , he didn't know what to say about this. He had never met a werewolf before but he had heard of stories..not read them duh.. that they were dangerous. "Aren't they ...dangerous?" he asked uncertain. Evan seemed to like the Head of House judging how fast he had said the professor's name. "What subject does she teach?" questions questions questions.

Evan half-gasped as he muffled the rest. Even the thought of Lawson being bad at something was unacceptable. Though how would Lavi know? He just shook his head. "I think Kazi mumbled something like he would be better at what he'd teach now. I wasn't paying attention, I was busy with--" --mourning. That'd be overdramatic. And it wasn't completely true, he was more of shocked to realise he had agreed with Beaumont on something. Feeling the urge to change the subject, he shook his head again. Meanie Kazi torturing them by keeping information!

Even though Evan was no expert on reading expressions, he saw there was only surprise. Good. "Well... Nothing happened last year. But she had attacked the students during sme sort of lesson, or so said Lyra." Lyra. Sniff. "I wasn't at Hogwarts that time." A great adventure missed. That was another thing he would always regret. "Ancient Runes." A lesson Evan could never succeed, but always attended.

Ooookaaay.. the last bit was something to make your mouth drop right?..right?..right!

Lavi's mouth dropped open and he gaped at Evan when he told him the Head of House had attacked the students. AND THEY HAD CLASS WITH SOMEONE LIKE THAT?!. Still with his mouth dropped open so that drool started to disgustingly fall over his chin. He quickly closed his mouth and wiped his mouth with his jacket sleeve.
"And the Headmaster lets her still teaching?" he asked, suprised by his own voice that it was so calm and curious again. Gosh, he didn't know if Hogwarts IS such a save place. He had heard about the floods..and now ...this! Still pretty adventures though.

"You know, that Kazi person sounds familiar" he said with his eyebrows furrowed. "I think someone in Diagon Alley had told me about him...i'm not sure though" His frown changing in to a blank expression and he just stared at nothing in particular.
"sooo" he said, still staring. "What is your favourite subject? ..and what teacher do you think is the best?" Mweh lame questions, but Lavi wanted to know these things...everything aslong it wasn't about a book subject was alright.

Evan held himself and managed not to laugh. Hadn't his reaction been the same when Lyra first told him? He racked his brain to remember what had Lyra told him. I like you too Evan-- NOT on that. To gain some time he nodded slowly. "As I said, she's pretty nice. She actually told us some stories. It was just an accident." he defended her. Wow. He would never have thought he would defend a werewolf.

He grinned. Kazi was popular with his... radical changes in school-Firing Truebridge was not good at all. He pursed his lips to think. "Transfiguration, arithmancy, DADA..." He chuckled. But it was hard to choose which lesson he liked! "Prof. Lawson, Kapoor, Lupa, Shackleton-Clark, Morgan..." And even more professors. Nice.

CAMPING! WOOO!

A man who had been warpainted up in the colours of Scotland and Ireland on his bare torso and face was pleased to finally make it to his destination. The paint had smudged so much thanks to the heat and all that sweating that, as a result, had mixed into a greyish purplish colour so that Nathan now resembled a Graphorn more than a Scottish / Irish Quidditch fan.

With the excited grin he had worn for much of the day so far, he looked around sure after the long walk he and Tristan had just endured that this was going to be a beautiful, secluded spot. His face fell. This was it? Like, honestly?

“Merlin's pants.” He mumbled. “Which joker of an usher told us this was the best field?” He crinkled his nose and sat heavily on the ground. “No food stand, no drink and no....” He looked around. “No ruddy tap!” Great – they'd been sent to the worst field. He agreed wholeheartedly with the person he overheard saying it was desolate. He sighed and stood again - his optomistic side taking over. “Well.. we'll have to make do. Where d'you want to pitch our tent, mate?” He enquired of his friend. Perhaps the Prophet should report on the accommodation and facilities provided by the QWC organisers. hmm...

Tristan, who had suddenly stopped to look around the field, jogged to catch up to Nathan. Scratching his chin again, he crinkled his nose as he saw the way the paint just crumbled onto his palm. "Eurgh..." In a sudden whim of stupidity, he rubbed his face roughly, making the paint get all powdery and weird. He coughed and waved a hand infront of his face to get rid of the dust cloud.

"Huh?" Turning to his brother, he heard him say something and then watched him sit on the ground. He was right... There was nothing here! "Awwwwwww, dangit." he was almost pouting. And then spluttered as he tasted something grainy in his mouth. It was the paint. "Ah, I'm sure we'll manage bro'. We'll just get some water from another field and..." Maybe just sneak over there and steal their water. Hehe.

Pitch the tent. Yes. Tristan looked around. It wasn't like there was any other place better. It all looked the same to him. "How about right here?" Raising his eyebrows, Tristan waited to hear Nate's input. Well atleast now, they could make all the ruckus they wanted, sing as many songs they could without bothering anyone. Hehe.

Arjuna looked around the desolate field feeling rather annoyed. All the work she put into those photos and she was greeted with...this. A field with almost nothing worth considering. There wasn't even a water tap. And the grass was patchy and yellow in most places. The Boss Man obviously hadn't splurged on accommodation for the Propheters. Not good.

She moved towards the corner of the field, the better to steal into one of the others for water, and noticed some men sporting cracking and peeling body paint in the distance. Arjuna narrowed her eyes as she walked towards them. It wasn't...? Tristan and Nathan...? She opened her bag and pulled out her tent and poles-the bag was more or less bottomless-and held them in her arms as she walked closer.

Arjuna wasn't sure whether or not she wanted to say 'hello' to them, having just seen them not so long ago. There was also the thought of them not wanting her around. But if she didn't say hello when she saw them, if it was them, then she would be rude. And she couldn't be rude to them.

It was for these reasons that Arjuna walked up to the painted figures, her arms wrapped around her tent things. From what she could see, it was Nathan and Tristan. "Urm....hello, there!" she said nervously, restraining herself from waving at them like a fool. "Seems we are both in the same field?" Well, obviously, but it unfortunately came out like a question.

Nathan looked over at Tristan who seemed to be having a fair bit of bother with the dried out paint. He watched him disappear into a cloud of dust and he let out a small snigger in response. That paint was going to take ages to get off with water alone. If they HAD a tap! It would have been ok if it weren't for the paint. Nathan could go a few days without showering and he didn't mind a sprinkling of stubble on his chin. He reckoned it was due to his days on the streets of London. You had to get used to such things. Clearly neither Nathan nor Tristan had thought this paint thing through.

He looked up at his bro to see a pout worthy of his younger, and only, sister. The man was still coughing up paint dust – surely that stuff couldn't be good for the lungs. Deciding not to mention this, he stood. “Ah.. I think you're right, Princess.” He teased the pouting man. “I don't think they'll shoot us for sneaking into another field.” Or he hoped. He had a mental image of army baraks and barbed wire surrounding the posh field to stop the plebs getting in. “It's not really stealing if it's from a tap.” He shrugged.

He shrugged again and bent down to pick up a large stone. He threw it out the way... Who wants stones in their back when they're trying to sleep? “Here seems fine to me.” He nodded. He began to get the bits and pieces together to pitch the tent. No magic meant doing this the good old muggle way. He scratched his head as he tried to work out what went where. “C'mon then young camping expert. Show an ol' wizard how this is done.” He grinned then fained a bad back. He bent down and slotted two poles together to form an upside down V... hmm.. that looked about right. He held the poles up in front of him, turning his head when he heard a female voice to see a young Indian lady...


“Ah, hullo, Arjuna, love.” He gave her a welcoming smile and nodded at her question. “You camping next to us then?” It would be nice to have a bit more company in this desolate location. “The Prophet have gone all out with the accommodation for their staff here.” He teased her and winked. He eyed the tents bits she was carrying “You need a hand there?” Pffft.. she probably knew how to do this better than Nate did.

The paint wasn't like...dangerous, was it? Well, if it was, it was too late now. Tristan hoped the rash was the worst of it. Scrubbing some more on his cheek, his head jerked up at the name-calling from Nathan. Princess? He laughed softly and rolled his eyes. Nathan was the one who curtsied. Hehe.
"No, ofcourse not, it should't be counted as stealing. Like, can you even steal water? Bah." He raised an eyebrow.

Seeing that Nathan was getting ready to set up the tent, Tristan put his bag on the ground. Yay, tent set-up! Ooooh, this he hadn't done in a long time. Hopefully it was all still burned into his muscle memory. Haha, 'young camping expert'. Tristan was tempted to start arguing that he wasn't old, but decided to give him a smirk instead and went to help his brother. At his feign, he just had to laugh. "Oh come oooon!" he shook his head, very amused. He began by laying out the tent, spreading it out on the ground. He bent down and began to tie the straps on the cloth together with the two poles Nathan had been holding.

Like his brother, Tristan turned to see that Arjuna was walking towards them. "Heya Arjuna!" he said happy and then sniggered at Nathan's sarcasm. Being slow, he hadn't noticed the things she was carrying but ofcourse Nathan, being smooth and cool and all offered to help her. Standing up again, Tristan took the poles from his brother and winked. For no particular reason. Hehe.

"You know, there's no tap here..." Tristan said, ALMOST pouting and looking at Arjuna. He wrinkled his nose and scratched at his cheek again, embracing the poles to do so. "Want to help us steal water?" Grin.

Nathan made a face. Tristan had a fair point there about the water... unless you stole the bottled stuff from the supermarket...

He chuckled at Tristan's "Oh come oooon!" and the head shaking and watched what the Irishman was doing, sure he could learn a thing or two from him, but man, it was a slow process and Nate was starting to get impatient at all the faffing about trying to work out how to pitch the bloody tent. He started shifting from one foot to the other like a small child who desperately needed the loo and he scrunched up his face, cracking the paint in the process. “You did this a lot when you were playing Tarzan?” He asked his bro with his eyebrows raised. Hats off to the man for having the patience.

He was grateful when Tristan took the poles from him and he stepped away from the tent. He looked at Arjuna and made a face when Tristan said there was no water. “Yep. We need to get this paint off before it corrodes our skin.” He joked deadpan as he picked at a patch of blue paint on his chest. “And we need a lookout if you're up for it.” He grinned at the woman.

The tent pitching was irritating him. Why oh why couldn't they use magic? There were no muggles around. A naughty schoolboy smirk curled up his lips and he took a shifty look around. Another wink at Arjuna whom he knew was watching and he drew his wand. He gave his wand a quick flick at the half erected tent and it blew up like a umbrella. Perfectly pitched and pegged into the hard ground so it wouldn't blow away come any unexpected gusts of wind. He pocketed his wand and began to whistle nonchalantly as he dug in his bag for the kettle. “Now. Who's for tea?” He asked his Prophet colleagues.

Damnit! They needed water for that... He slapped his forehead and groaned.

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“Ah, hullo, Arjuna, love.” He gave her a welcoming smile and nodded at her question. “You camping next to us then?” It would be nice to have a bit more company in this desolate location. “The Prophet have gone all out with the accommodation for their staff here.” He teased her and winked. He eyed the tents bits she was carrying “You need a hand there?” Pffft.. she probably knew how to do this better than Nate did.

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Like his brother, Tristan turned to see that Arjuna was walking towards them. "Heya Arjuna!" he said happy and then sniggered at Nathan's sarcasm. Being slow, he hadn't noticed the things she was carrying but ofcourse Nathan, being smooth and cool and all offered to help her. Standing up again, Tristan took the poles from his brother and winked. For no particular reason. Hehe.

"You know, there's no tap here..." Tristan said, ALMOST pouting and looking at Arjuna. He wrinkled his nose and scratched at his cheek again, embracing the poles to do so. "Want to help us steal water?" Grin.

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He was grateful when Tristan took the poles from him and he stepped away from the tent. He looked at Arjuna and made a face when Tristan said there was no water. “Yep. We need to get this paint off before it corrodes our skin.” He joked deadpan as he picked at a patch of blue paint on his chest. “And we need a lookout if you're up for it.” He grinned at the woman.

The tent pitching was irritating him. Why oh why couldn't they use magic? There were no muggles around. A naughty schoolboy smirk curled up his lips and he took a shifty look around. Another wink at Arjuna whom he knew was watching and he drew his wand. He gave his wand a quick flick at the half erected tent and it blew up like a umbrella. Perfectly pitched and pegged into the hard ground so it wouldn't blow away come any unexpected gusts of wind. He pocketed his wand and began to whistle nonchalantly as he dug in his bag for the kettle. “Now. Who's for tea?” He asked his Prophet colleagues.

Damnit! They needed water for that... He slapped his forehead and groaned.

Eh. He called her 'love' again. But then again, unless she wanted to spend the rest of this horrible stay alone, she would just have to put up with it. Camping next to them? "Urm...only if you have...if you both don't mind, of course," she said, unsure of whether he was asking her or inviting her to camp there.

Completely missing the sarcasm in Nathan's voice and taking Tristan's snigger to be a snort of dissent, Arjuna's eyebrows contracted. "Hardly," she replied, with that same confused look on her face, "It's lucky we got any land to sleep on at all, looking at this." And that was true too.

Arjuna watched as Tristan began pitching Nathan's tent. Being from Sri Lanka, a country with very little flat land to begin with, Arjuna had hardly ever been camping. The most she had done was a short camp out at her Aunt's house which had ended with a very, very messed up tent. She gave Nathan a small smile, dropped her tent things on the ground and pulled out a set of instructions from her bag. "We shall see how this works out." Probably horribly, but Nathan looked just as lost as she was, so all was well.

She proceeded to stare at the set of instructions for a few minutes before she opened up her tent bag. Okay...grab that, lay it out. Urm...like that? Yeah. "I did notice that there is no water." Thank you Mr. Boss Man. Arjuna caught the almost puppy-dog pout on Tristan's face and smiled despite herself. "I would be honored," she said, a little bit of amusement showing through her voice. She grabbed some of the tent poles, and laying down the instructions by her feet, she connected them up. The two poles formed a similar curved angle as Tristan's had and she bent down and connected one end to the tent. Now she just needed the other pole.

As she rooted around for the other pole, a small smirk was forming on her face. This was turning out to be very interesting. She connected up the other pole and slotted it into the tent as well. Having finished one side of the tent, she stood up again and looked at Nathan. A look out, huh? Well, she had been expecting to do the stealing herself, but as 'lookout' was far more dignified than 'thief', she grinned at them both. "Sounds...fun." Oh, she was enjoying this far too much.

She caught Nathan's wink and watched as he blew up the tent. A small smile appeared on her face. Well, there were no muggles around. And it's not like they couldn't do magic...as long as the muggles didn't see, they were fine. She wiped the mischievous look off her face so as to look less suspicious and finished up the tent as well as she could. It looked...okay...if a bit lop-sided.

Now...on to stealing water!

He was quite unaware of how slow this was going and the impatience of his bro. But if you wanted a tent that wouldn't fall on you while you were sleeping, then you had to make sure everything was allright, specfially if you didn't have magic to do it. Plus, having done this so many times, Tristan was having lots of fun. Hehe- What? Tarzan?

At Nathan's words, Tristan doubled over with laughter, keeping one hand to hold the poles. After what seemed like a long time, he straightened up again and started with the poles again. He opened his mouth and shut it again, trying to think of something to say. Then... "Nooo..." So much for a comeback comment. "I was playing Aragorn..." Smirk.

"Ugh...that sounds nasty." Corrodes. Not good. Not that he was overly concerned by his looks, but come on. "A lookout! Now, that's a good idea." he grinned also, "Or what if we accio the water!" A look of excitement etched on his features. Though it might look weird if a stream of water just happened to flow a few feet from the ground. "Or no wait...no magic, right." Yeah, that too.

And Arjuna seemed to be doing pretty great with setting up her own tent. "Have you been camping alot?" he asked her with interest. He hadn't met many women who could pitch their own tents - it was quite fun to see Arjuna being capable of doing it herself.

Looking down at the handiwork again, Tristan began making a knot to the rope wrapped around the pole, with a frown of concentration. In a second he was thrown off by the tent's sudden expansion, the tent wall sort of bouncing of him, making him stumble backwards and hitting the ground. "Ouch." he said in a dull montone voice. Well, looky here. He was flat on the ground, again. It was quite possible he was lying on the rock Nathan had cleared from their campsite before.

As if this situation wasn't something new, he replied to the tea query. "Oh I'd like some...I got a bottle of water in my bag..." It was a big bottle, he had come prepared, hopefully that would be enough for a couple rounds of tea drinking. Maybe he would stay here. It was nice, and betted it looked real nice at night with the stars and all.