“How has it only been two hours?” His question was directed at no one in particular and Percy could only manage a quick smile at the woman who threw a concerned look at him. It wasn’t that Percy didn’t like fun (though his daughters might argue otherwise), it was just that fun on this scale should really come with more restrictions. Did the organisers even apply a permit for that floo powder portal?
As much as he wanted to ask someone about the legitimacy of the entire festival, he instructed himself to walk it out. Literally. He took a lap around the entire tent, the fresh air stablising his nerves. Plus, stumbling into kids awkwardly trying to pretend they weren’t trying to make out in the bushes was... amusing, to say the least.
He let out a small smile when he spotted a familiar figure at the entrance of the tent. Away from the noise of the tent, he was actually keen to strike up a conversation. “The crowd getting to you as well?” he called out, kicking a random glove in his way -- and then belatedly hoping it wasn’t a portkey. Oh dear.
