Michelle, for her part, hadn’t the slightest idea of how old the tent was.  It was just one of those things that had spent most all of her life in the attic, occasionally coming down to attend the World Cup or to disapparate with relatives going on odd holidays.  It was a bit old fashioned, and the top leaked sometimes when it rained, and it definitely retained the odor of mothballs and pipe tobacco mingled with too much of an aunt’s flowery perfume, but it could fit a lot of people when needed, and it kept the bugs out.  She did know that it was far and away better than the silly little Muggle tent that Luke had taken her out in that one time before they had married.  Really, Michelle still couldn’t believe that they’d done that.  

Wearing a vague smile at the memory, Michelle ducked inside with Benjamin squirming under her arm and half dropped him to the floor mid squirm.  He hurried towards Luke and latched onto his daddy’s leg with one arm, pulling with his other small hand on the latest bag Luke was working on opening up.  The little fellow was thirteen months old already and getting around like a champ – albeit a wobbly one at times.  He gave a loud shout of “Ahh!  Ahh!” and tried to climb on top of the bag.  

“Put his bed in the smallest bedroom,” she said to Luke.  Leading the way, Michelle went into the dark space and opened up a curtain for some light, revealing two pair of bunk beds and a long dresser.  When there were lots of people, this room and the beds were adjustable, but Michelle didn’t have the slightest idea of how to do it.  

“Here should be fine,” she said, and scooped Benjamin back up and out of Luke’s way.  “I’ll go sort out which bags need to go to our own room, and which stay out front.”  Pausing, Michelle leaned over the folded crib in Luke’s arms to give him a kiss, swinging Benjamin onto her hip out of the way.  “Thanks for doing this,” she said to him.  “It’s a lot of work, but I think it’s going to be nice.”


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