He'd rather hoped that she'd been an old hand at putting up her father's tent, but then, even as that thought went through his mind he knew that it had been a silly one. Still, for all that he was a pureblood himself, his family had never had a tent. He'd always borrowed Muggle tents and those he could set up quick enough and without a wand. But the wizarding tent was a good few years - more than a few years - older than the average Muggle tent was. He was pretty sure, just from the slight moth ball smell that the unpacked tent was giving off, that the tent had likely been in the family since the first Quidditch World Cup back in the 1400's.

Taking the directions Michelle had handed him, he looked them over and frowned a bit. The writing had faded in spots and some of the words were arcane. He was focused on it to the point that he had to ask Michelle to repeat her question. Looking up and then glancing about he nodded. "Yeah, love, we're all proper. I just figured you'd like a site without a lot of others running about the place."

Turning his attention back to the tent, he spoke through a few of the spells, and then standing back, gave his wand a few waves and spoke a few words. The look of surprise on his face when the small tent stood upright and appeared sound was likely humorous. Then, with a huge grin, he turned.

"It's up! Shall we?" he asked, already flicking his wand at their bags and sending them in ahead of him as he entered the spacious tent. Though he knew it would be much larger inside than out, he was truly surprised at the size of the tent. More so he was amused by the style of the furnishings and the pattern of the rugs on the floor - he was more convinced that this tent was from ancient days.

"Where do you want the crib?" he asked, rifling through the three bags they had as he tried to find the small blue canvas that had the travel crib.