Flying towards county Louth to Britain’s neighbour, Ireland was a long trip, two hours almost. Occasionally stopping for people to drink water or toilet breaks.

Albums Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts has suggested to bring a satchel that shall contain a snack, refillable water bottle and sunscreen/sun cream/sun block to prevent extreme tabs or sunburns and a suitcase or briefcases for pyjamas, clothes, personal toiletries, undergarments and socks as well for the overnight trip in Carlingford, County Louth, Ireland.

When you guys arrived, you hid your broomsticks in your satchels - because you came here as muggles which most pure bloods did not approve.

You received your keys, your roommates are; Draco Mälfoy, Pansy Parkinsōn, Harry Pōtter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Gránger.

After you dropped your briefcases/suitcases in your room before any argument happened, you headed down and went up a hill, which was making everyone’s legs ache.

Some girls are were talking to a Scottish accent, tall, blonde, friendly, and Portugal-raised man who was an instructor. The other instructors had Spanish accents which was hard to listen to so the Scottish man, Robert was most of everyone’s favourite in your year.

As you walked up the hill, you heard Draco, Ron and Harry’s whines, moans and groans of complaint. Hermione rolled her eyes.

“You lot are the unfittest of them all here.” Hermione huffed, shaking her head in disappointment.

“Bloody hell, Hermione. Relax. We’re here for a trip..” Ron groaned. Draco side-eyed him before he saw you.

“You look pathetic.” Draco spat under his breath out of exhaustion.

“They always are. Aren’t they, Dräy?” Pansy inquired, deliberately making you feel inferior to her.