Beasts here, beasts there, beasts everywhere! R. and Control of Magical Creatures Dep Cabin

@Della Barfield
@Marietta Griffis
@Akari Kabukimono
@Hikari Fujimoto
@Thomas Whiteside
@Gaia Spiral
@Piper Stone
@Kanthil Kinanthi
@Aelis Tavis

Date: August 2026
Occassion: Arrival at the cabin
Place: A Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures Department Cabin, Camp Grounds

When Paul came into the assigned cabin, there was no one inside. The boy pulled his 100% Muggle suitcase on four wheels, with a black cloth cover stating "stay away from my suitcase", down the common room and through a short corridor towards the bedrooms. He was looking around, at the pictures of the magical beings on the walls, surprised about what kinds of creatures there were in the magical world.

"Whoa... that's... extraordinary." Did he breathe out under his breath.

I'll make sure to come back and check it out later! The boy made a mental note, as he went on.

He passed around bedroom for four people with two bunk beds. His eyes widened at the view of a bunk bed, the concept of which Paul was keen on and excited about claiming (the upper part, of course). Whoa, they have bunk beds?! Awesome!

His journey through the cabin ended in a room for three people. He had a friend who would share a room and probably even the bed with him, but the rest of the inhabitants of the cabin, he had no idea about. If they knew each other and were a group already, they'd surely appreciate the room for four. On the other hand, if there was someone who didn't know anybody in the cabin, they could easily join him and Piper and be cordially welcomed.

"Uh..." Paul pulled his don't touch my suitcase suitcase over a doorsill, and looked around, heading towards the bunk bed.

From his backpack, his Pygmy Puff started peeping through the partly opened zipper, tickling him on the back of his neck.

"Wait f'r eit, pal. Gotta get... uh, settled deun first." His Scottish accent was, after a month with people who frequently used it when speaking, more audible.

Patrick, as if having comprehended, squeaked, then hid back in the warm inside of Paul's backpack.

Turner stopped at the heel of the bunk bed, pushing down the pulling handle of the suitcase, putting his backpack onto it. He opened the zipper and fished for Patrick, pulling him out of the backpack and putting him onto his shoulder. He then looked up the bed, to see how high it actually was.

"See that? It's called bunk bed and we're claiming the upper one! We're gonna climb that ladder now. Ya better hold on and try not to fall down, lad!" Called the boy, grinning at his fluffy, new Pygmy Puff. Then, he held on to the bed ladder and started climbing it. When he reached his bed, he moved to a side, to sit on it, with his legs dangling in the air.

"Nice view, right?" Asked the boy jokingly, looking around. There was a large window and three tables with three chairs, and closets. There was also a place for the suitcase in front of the bed.

"Hm, where do you wanna sleep? On the table, or the chair? Or... in the suitcase?"