# 3 Camp
Blonde hair swooshed over green eyes as Andy shook his head and crossed his arms indignantly. He was not going to go to go camp with them. It wasn't real camp anyway, it was spending two weeks at the Burrow with his cousins. If they camped it would be in a wizard tent, if they made a campfire the flames would come from a wand. Constant reminders that Andy was not really family, just a dumb old muggle with no magic ability at all.
"You know they aren't allowed to use magic outside of school," Aunt Molly had told him, her arms protectively around him. His smile was barely perceptible. Maybe he'd go to camp after all.
"You know they aren't allowed to use magic outside of school," Aunt Molly had told him, her arms protectively around him. His smile was barely perceptible. Maybe he'd go to camp after all.