Closed Bonfire Night Summer Camp 2024

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Rachel could tell from Casey's response that it wasn’t easy for him. There seemed to be more behind his words than he was letting on, but she didn’t want to ask him to elaborate or delve deeper into the topic.

Trying to offer comfort, she spoke softly, “I know the feeling. I would be so lost without my brothers. They’re the anchors of our family, and I couldn’t imagine our family without them.” She smiled softly at Casey.

For a moment, Rachel looked back at the fire, thinking about her family and their closeness. The warmth from the fire and the laughter surrounding them reminded her that this was supposed to be a time for fun and laughter. She didn’t want to steer the conversation into anything too heavy. It was their summer break, after all. How often is winter in the middle of summer? She had never seen anything like it, but she was still curious about his relationship with his family and wanted to show him that she was genuinely interested.

Rachel suddenly remembered one of the events she noticed in the tent when she had arrived and turned to Casey. She knew it was quite the pivot in the conversation, but she was enjoying Casey’s company. “Have you and your brother ever been sledding?” she asked with a smile. “A broom sledding race is coming up, and I’m debating whether or not I should enter the competition. I’ve never been sledding since we live in a coastal town… what do you think? Should I sign up and make an absolute fool of myself?”

She hoped the change in the topic would lighten their conversation and perhaps spark a bit of enthusiasm and excitement from Casey – she had a feeling that was an emotion that Casey rarely displayed to others.

Interacting with Casey @Emily Shepherd

TIME | 21:58 DATE | July 17th, 2024 INTERACTING |@Aodhan Shaw

“ I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart ” 00:35⠀─── ◉ ───────⠀02:34

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Ula's breath came in heavy, victorious gasps as she approached the snack bar, a triumphant grin stretched across her face. The rush of adrenaline was intoxicating, and the taste of her win was already sweet on her lips. She had beaten him, outmaneuvered him with a well-placed Knockback Jinx, and the victory was all but hers.

Her eyes locked onto the last s'more sitting temptingly on the table. It was the final prize of the night, the last of the coveted treats she had fought so fiercely to secure. The graham crackers were perfectly golden, the melted chocolate oozed invitingly, and the marshmallow was toasted to the ideal level of gooeyness. This was not just any s'more—it was the ultimate reward for her relentless effort and strategy.

Just as she was about to reach for her prize, a hand slammed down on the table beside hers, jolting her out of her revelry. Her eyes darted up to meet the sight of…Pipsqueak—flushed, breathless, and groaning over his loss. Her triumphant grin faltered, replaced by an expression of sheer disbelief.

"What the shit?" she muttered his way, her frustration bubbling up as she glared at the boy.

She couldn't believe he'd managed to close the gap after everything she'd thrown at him. The Knockback Jinx was supposed to knock him off his feet, not just slow him down for a second. The fact that he’d managed to get up so quickly and nearly beat her gnawed at her pride, turning her victory sour. He reminded her of an annoying fly that wouldn't stay down, no matter how many times she swatted at him.

Seizing the last s'more with a decisive motion, Ula's irritation flared when she noticed yet another hand reaching for it—some clueless kid who had no idea about the fierce battle she'd just won.

With a swift, decisive swat, she batted the kid's hand away, her eyes flashing with a cold, icy fury. "I earned that," she snapped, her voice dripping with frustration. The kid recoiled, wide-eyed and intimidated, clearly understanding that crossing her had been a mistake.

S'more finally in hand, Ula turned back to face the boy, her eyes narrowing with a mix of irritation and reluctant admiration. She held the treat close, as if to emphasize just how hard-won it had been.

"You know," she said, her voice dripping with condescension, "I didn’t think you had it in you to make it this far. But here you are, crashing into my victory like the annoying little pest you are."

She stepped closer, her gaze sharp and unyielding."This s'more," she said, lifting it slightly, "is mine."

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@Violeta Roux @Slugentin

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The blond just shrugged and smiled and the brunette's answer. Morning exercises were annoying at first, and when she came back from summer break. But she quickly got used to them, and even grew to like them. And yeah, being friends with a lot of people was great. Like Violeta, Astrid was looking at the fire when the girl answered about her school. Apparently Hogwarts was only dangerous when other schools were around. Hard to believe. She could feel Violeta's weird stares as she started panicking, but still followed as Astrid moved away from the fire. The air was chillier here, but it was still like summer days at home. Still breathing hard and rapidly, she checked her leg again, but of course, there was nothing there. The cold feeling was still present though. She sat down on a pillow on the floor, bringing her legs up to her chest, trying to rub away the cold. It was only in her mind, the slug was not here. It was all in her head. Her breath calmed down, she looked and the other girl with an apologetic smile. "Sorry again..."

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TIME | xxx DATE | July 17th, 2024 INTERACT | @Ula Takahashi

“ i'm just a teenage dirtbag baby ” 00:41⠀─── ◉ ───────⠀04:01

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With curious eyes, Aodhan watched as this girl snapped at a different child. To be completely honest it was quiet a funny sight, the manner in which they scrunched themselves up and pulled away. At that moment, an image of a mean high school popular girl entered his mind, the type he could always point out during movie night at home.

The boy quickly relocated the stick in his mouth to a free hand, his lips finally having enough room to morph into an impish grin. Where she gazed at him begrudgingly, he returned one with sheer amusement, and perhaps a hint of deviousness. A pest? Yes, that might as well have been his middle name. However—

"Was that all you could come up with?" he teased, trying to withhold the laughter bubbling within his chest, "You could have said 'public enemy number one,' or maybe 'the reason you can't have nice things,' y'know? Make it fun."

There was a noticeable aura of confidence around her, evident in the way she had presented her edible trophy and stood tall before him. It wasn't like she was wrong to carry herself in such a way; he'd come in second place and she won fair and square. Still, his expression had yet to fade. Although he lost, that treat would be his regardless. He just had to... mess around a bit, is all. Cross the last hurdle.

"But yeah, congratulations! You did real well there, I didn't stand a chance," Aodhan breathed deep while speaking, and raised up his other palm in a show of defeat and peace. Then, he took his own steps forward and once close enough, shifted it into position for a handshake.

The youth only let the hand reside there for a couple seconds before he quickly raised it, trying to smack the s'more out of her grasp and back into the direction of the table. Risky for sure if it worked, but he was the one mentally prepared. He'd immediately try catching it with that same hand if successful, no doubt crumbling the treat somewhat in the process. A mere sacrifice to be made for the greater good.

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✦✦Discourse/thoughts|@Kyra Banuelos|✦✦

Mari watches the dark-haired girl before she answers, the girl seemed surprised to hear Mari, which Mari would probably be if she had been in her place, mostly because she was a bit unsocial when it came to meeting more people, but this evening/early evening would undoubtedly be one of her best since she arrived at the camp, and his good, or rather not so bad humour, was due to that!

Mari, when she looked better at the girl and realized that she was from the same house as her, realized that she already knew her from hogwarts, just passing through, probably in the common room, but they had never spoken to each other before" Nice to meet you Kyra, I think I've seen you a few times around school, but I don't think we've ever exchanged a word" She said, still without showing a smile "By the way, Slytherin too, third year!" Acresta the brown-haired girl, " A second year... OK!" Mari thought, she didn't get along much with younger people, but ok...She wasn't going to make a problem out of it!

Mari listened carefully to Kyra's question, and yes, it was a fact that Mari wasn't spending much time on camp activities or things, she limited herself to the only place that made her come to camp, she in normal situations wouldn't want to come, much least considering the latest events... but Mari preferred not to talk about it for now" Yes, actually, I never wanted to come to the camp to be honest, that's why I've been spending most of my time at the stadium Quidditch, I really love Quidditch and that's basically why I came!" Mari said, without being arrogant, "Hmm, what about you? What have you been doing here?" Mari didn't expect to have a long conversation there, so she was hesitant to continue the conversation, but maybe meeting Kyra wouldn't be such a bad idea... only time will tell!

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Mari started to get more and more interested when she heard her housemate saying that she had a Slytherin family lineage, Mari's family had always been a recognized Slytherin family, so knowing someone possibly understood her and that was minimally similar to her would be good, but her brilliance disappears when Kyra continues, Mari still hadn't sketched a smile before, and she had an excellent ability to be serious, and "without feelings" in all situations, something that came in handy for that time!

"My family are all Slytherin too! A long lineage, quite a lot! And... I'm sorry for your parents, I haven't seen my grandparents for a while either... Mari swallowed hard before continuing, she really didn't want to pay too much attention at that moment to what Kyra said, because if Mari was in her place, she wouldn't want to talk about it with a semi-stranger either, but even though Mari didn't show it, it was something that moved her,...

As Kyra continued the conversation, unlike most people when Mari said that she spent most of her time in the quidditch camp, Kyra seemed to be really interested in it, " I love quidditch too, it's really... very important for me, I have played, currently I do not play because my parents decided to go on to study... so I had to leave... but I hope you can get in, and maybe we'll play together!" Mari said now sketching a smile, it was difficult for Mari to accept her parents' decision... Mari was always raised to be the best at everything she did, and over time, she felt that obligation, so she only went down from an "O" to an "E"... I was already critical, so they thought it was the best option!

Mari kept listening to Kyra, from the little they knew each other they were really similar, Mari was surprised to hear second-year girl,
, because it seemed like Mari was talking, when the brown-haired girl was about to respond, some children near the girls started making a lot of noise “God, I feel like I don't know what! ” Mari murmurs, then turns to Kyra “ It's like me... I didn't come for any activity, it's not really what I like, but I love it, I love horror stories so it was impossible to miss! About sociality… I'm not much of a person meeting people either! This is a surprise for me too” Mari says, letting out a small laugh, something he said would work out, very well, and Mari hadn't spoken comfortably to anyone since... a while ago.

Interacting with @Septimus Merrill
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If Colby was searching for buttons to get a rise out of people, she felt like she found one from him. Her response about friendship seemed to really get to him, at least she thought so from the way he crossed his arms and was looking away from her. Great. Out of all the people at the bonfire, the one person choosing to sit next to her wants nothing to do with her. That wasn't fun. And furthermore, they were tent mates. So this was going to be an interesting camp experience.

The cackle of the fire along with the various conversations around them were cutting through their silence. For what seemed like forever (possibly only a minute or two) the two of them did not say one word to each other. Colby used this time to watch the fire dance in front of them, smoke lifting into the sky. Colby wasn't a pyromaniac in any way, but she did enjoy the beauty of the fire in front of them.

The "silence" was broken by Septimus himself. What he had said only grew Colby's ego. Of course she was right. Colby could not help but to shift her lips into a smirk. He had also apologized to her about yucking her yum. Nodding slowly to herself, she pressed her lips against each other and had a quick thought. There was something familiar about how Septimus approached the situation. Who did it remind her of? She looked at the ground where there was a pile of stale popcorn. It then hit her. He reminded Colby of her father. Granted, she had no idea who the person in front of her really was, but the way he needed silence and then apologized was very much like how her father would need space and come back to apologize to their mother about some argument they had.

Colby got up from her spot, still not saying a word. She went over to the nearby table alongside him-- not near the fire-- and grabbed different ingredients for a s'more. She then came back and sat down in the same place. Setting her ingredients down on her lap, she gave him a skewer that was nearby. "The first step is always the marshmallow," she instructed by showing him how she placed it at the top of her skewer. "And now, you burn it for as long as you'd like. The toastier, the better," she added at the end, a playful smirk painted across her face. "It's not a real s'more if you don't toast it."

Colby sniffed the air. There was a familiar, and yet unfamiliar scent and it wasn't the bonfire or the marshmallow roasting. Shocked that Septimus realized that someone was looking their way, she casually scanned the area to see if anyone was looking back at them. She did see someone looking in their direction, but it was hard to catch their scent specifically. Who was that person? They smelled like wet dog, but something else, too. With her arm, Colby wiped her nose and ignored the scent. "I have no idea," she shrugged off. Colby had a feeling that she would perhaps see that person sometime soon during camp.

"Since you're so new to s'mores, what treat is your favorite?" she asked, making conversation as her marshmallow was slowly turning brown to black.