Post by Zacharias Smith on Apr 17, 2017 6:35:07 GMT -5
Following the announcement of the muggle camping event, Zacharias had been sure to interrogate his muggle-born friend - Justin - on what exactly the procedure for this would be. The only time that he had been camping was in 1994, at the Quidditch World Cup; where he had side-apparated alongside his Mother when a group of hooded hoodlums took centre stage and (apparently) blasted away half of the camping grounds. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea that wands weren't allowed. Then again, the protection of Hogwarts' enchantments would keep them safe. No - Zach shouldn't worry.
The tales of You-Know-Who's return was all a farce anyway.
He and his friends packed up an overnight bag, although his was impractically filled with honeydukes sweets and treats. The food was what he was looking forward to the most, after all. From the Hufflepuff common room to the entrance hall they trudged, before getting caught up in a crowd of excitable and apprehensive students piling out from the castle to the grounds at dusk. Zacharias, although shunting his way through the barricade to reach the front, lost his friends in a manner of seconds. One moment there were there: the next, they had disappeared.
No matter: surely they would all meet up soon at the tents.
When his foot touched grass and he was out in the wide, fresh evening air: Zacharias made way towards the tents with his blond head gazing this way and that. Everything seemed relatively normal at the moment: an absence of magic, of course, but other than that he wasn't entirely sure what made this muggle. Then, upon opening a tent and expecting to walk through into a foyer of a larger interior; he blinked when greeted by, well, the inside of a tent. Nothing more and nothing less. His brows contracted in amusement.
Dropping his belongings into a corner, he exited the tent and the sultry smell of cooked meats wafted wonderfully over him. That was probably where his friends were: the food. Following his nose and the sounds of cooking, Zach hurried between tents until his foot caught something and he stumbled forward; just about managing to keep his balance. Annoyed, his eyes flashed down to the culprit: it was a book. Then, looking up to see if he could finger point the blame to the litterer, he saw the back of Professor Snape swirling away. Did the book belong to him?
Zacharias picked it up off the ground. Interview with the Vampire. Hmm. He flicked through it boredly: no moving pictures. It was a muggle novel. What was Snape doing with a muggle story book?