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noodles 
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.