Summer Vibes Cabin Finished

Curiosity was at its peak as her focus shifted from Angellica and then back to Meenauh once again. Although she was excited, pessimistic assumptions couldn't help but swarm her head. Throwing exploding confections and revolting balls of manure didn't classify as violating the rules, right? It wasn't like the girls were deliberately putting the lives of other cabins in jeopardy, and challenging the 'accident' excuse wasn't going to get far. The lives of other students were the least of her problems, however. Professors were still out there.

Before she could comment on the mysterious parchment, it was being folded out and set aside much to her disliking. If it wasn't for the change in subject however, Emma would have commented. She didn't feel like bobbing back and forth in between subjects only to disregard half of the information.

"So that we're not hit, splashed, jinxed, spied upon, or injured." The brunette added sarcastically, wiggling her fingers in an ominous, but slow, manner. She didn't understand what obscure information there was, but she didn't mind explaining. It only hyped her up more and she couldn't wait to execute the first hit on whichever cabin they voted. She didn't know anyone, at least to her understanding, that was staying in any of the cabins. Twirling her wand between her fingers, she asked still keeping the sarcasm in her voice, "really wanna know why?" The two had dueled before, so what was just a little jinx? Okay, so maybe it was a little unhealthy.

Emma turned her attention to Angellica, but that was pretty hard from her current location so she laid down and kept her ears open. The temptation to fall asleep toyed with her despite the bright sun shining into their window.

Angellica hadn't meant to make Meenauh feel bad, and as the brunette seemed flustered so did the blonde. She wanted to say she was joking, but between everyone in the room, it seemed to be pretty fast paced in terms of discussion, and she didn't linger on it to cause more tension. It had never been the intent, and it seemed more wise to remain quiet from where she was perched.

Emma was talking and honestly, it was a nice reprieve from the blonde's thoughts. It was a smart move to lock the door, to avoid all the situations that were being stated. Neither of those seemed pleasant within the bounds of their cabin, but she guessed that was why they were pranks. Of course she listed her own ideas, things she'd picked up at the store, mostly out of curiosity, but then Meenauh asked why and the second year Ravenclaw couldn't quite explain.

"Why I have them in my possession or why I listed them?" she asked and didn't quite bother with waiting for an answer. "I was genuinely curious when I purchased them," she explained. "I had just planned to study them, especially the curlers, but now that there's opportunity, I figured it seemed appropriate..." though there was a serious question as she did so. Was it not appropriate? If not, then why were they in the jokes section of shops? "I mean I've read about pranks, the magical variety; I have it on good authority that dungbombs and exploding candies are quite popular among our age group," she defended, feeling she had to at least explain why she had come to such a conclusion.

"Perhaps we should eat before deciding on a prank? I hear there's a barbecue feast." It seemed like a good way to regroup, and settle the grumble that was happening in her stomach.

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Waiting anxiously for Meenauh's response, Emma drummed her fingers against the bed, and while it made no audible noise, it took her mind off pranking no matter how many times it was mentioned in the cabin. She wanted to get it started already and she could have sworn she heard yelling coming from the outside. Whether from the great lake or another cabin, it was without a doubt she wanted to locate the source even if it was a hallucination from the blazing heat.

"Yep," the brunette agreed. All she could do was nod absentmindedly, not understanding most of her words until she continued again. This time, Meenauh got a reaction... though probably not what she was expecting. "Soo.. you're in?" Came the clarifying question. If she was being honest, doubt was the only strong feeling and she preferred using head over heart.

And with acceptance from Meenauh, loads of ideas began to pop into her head. Which ones they executed wouldn't be up to her, but nevertheless, she was excited. 

Once Meenauh left the cabin, she immediately dived for her trunk and popped it open, a winter breeze hitting her in the face. At least it was better than the heatwave of an oven. Books, pillows, and yes, snow. It was everything she pulled out of her trunk that had all been neatly packed, now was not the case. Grabbing a secondhand hardback novel and tossing it on the blankets of her bunk, she dropped her wand on the side of the bunk beds and dove for the sheets. Finally, a moment alone... well sort of. 

Cracking open the cover, Emma flipped from page to page until settling on one about a third into the book. This book didn't have its usual chapters, if it did, there would probably be about 40 of them, but only a few were important her. At the first few words, she felt a wave of drowsiness. Telling herself the bed were probably enchanted at the touch, a yawn stifled from her and she slipped underneath the blankets. Before she had the chance to sleep, she slid the book underneath the book and made a mental note not to forget it before leaving to return home. And off she went.

Sleep was a delicate thing, though not a sound one, Emma still didn't like to be interrupted. It wasn't hard for her to fall asleep even in the noisiest of situations or the quietest. That didn't mean she couldn't stay asleep though. The beds, however, seemed to adjust to her body making it much easier to fall and stay asleep.

The rattling of the doorknob shook her out of her deep sleep. With her eyes forcefully shut and her head tucked underneath the blankets, she begged the noise to cease so that she should return back to her slumber. If she could, that is. 

Before she knew it, the rattling and scratching around the room had stopped and the door had opened and closed once more. Finally, she was left alone once again, but she didn't move an inch. She was already comfortable in her position, why move and repeat the cycle? However, not even forty-five minutes had passed before the same unlocking sounds issued from the doorknob. Internally groaning, the sounds of laughter and yells from the outside became audible once again.

"Fine," Emma sighed, the thumps against her shoulders getting worse. Throwing the cover off of her head she reached for the side of the bed and pulled herself up. "Burgers for breakfast..?" She questioned, "Probably, don't remember though." Taking the note, her expression changed from sleepy to confused and finally to sad. She made her way to the door and turned the knob before speaking. "It's alright, I guess. Breakfast?"

Emma leave the thread