Cabin The Beast Within Us

ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: hogwarts^scotland; campgrounds
ᴅᴀᴛᴇ: 01/08/2026

ᴏᴜᴛꜰɪᴛ: lalala
ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ: 390

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wc. 711 date. 01/08/26

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@Vasilius Nighthawk, @Astrid Olsen, @Felix Kolbeck, @Valeriy Viktorovna Reznikov, @Theodore Alexei Vorona-Russo, @Bryndís Sigurðardóttir, @Magnus Blackwood

STATS: STA: 10 | EVA: 22 (26) | STR: 8 | WIS: 10 | ARC: 8 | ACC: 15 (19)
Perfectionist, Impartial, Fearless, Evasive Maneuvers I & II, Animagus

Health: 1000/1000
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Summer had arrived, and that was the first piece of bad news of the day. She hated the heat, the sweat, the long days. But at least her insect friends were flourishing like never before. She had spent the last few weeks counting down the days until she could leave Russia, though not because she needed to escape her mother or the house. Igna's company was one of the few things that had never exhausted her. It was the rest of the world that, with its unnecessary noise and endless conversations, seemed determined to show her that silence was a privilege, not an absence. Summer camp was, therefore, an experience that Bryndis had accepted with the same resignation with which she accepted many other things: without enthusiasm, but without resistance. Her mother had insisted that meeting people her own age could be good for her. Bry wasn't convinced. Insects didn't need her to speak to understand them; humans, on the other hand, seemed to demand explanations even for things that were obvious.

She had arrived at Hogwarts that morning with a small suitcase, a backpack, and a sketchbook full of creature drawings she had no intention of showing to anyone. The journey hadn't been unpleasant. Trains always had something calming about them. The stations, moreover, reminded her of her father, although she had stopped wondering years ago if he would ever appear in one of them again. She hadn't expected to find him. She searched for the name of his cabin with the excitement of a porcelain doll.

"The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."

That did manage to stop her for a few seconds; perhaps her mother hadn't chosen as badly as she thought. Bryndis entered unhurriedly, pushing the door open with one hand as her eyes scanned the interior. The cabin was decorated in shades of green, brown, and cream. Plants hung on the walls, illustrations of magical creatures adorned the walls, and books and small objects were scattered throughout, all meant to convey a sense of refuge. It looked like a house built for someone who wanted to spend their entire life hidden away in the woods. Not bad. She approached one of the drawings and examined it silently. The creature depicted had slightly off proportions. Bry frowned slightly.

Several students were already settled in. Some were talking, others were occupying the beds, and one seemed to have decided the sofa was his territory. Bryndis observed them for a few seconds, with the same attention she would have given to studying a colony of unknown insects. She wasn't curious enough to approach. In fact, she had hoped to arrive early enough not to have to speak to anyone upon entering. But she didn't; she simply mentally categorized them. Noisy (probably sociable), quiet (possibly tolerable), and overly smiley (suspicious). In the end, she chose a bed in one of the more secluded rooms. She placed her suitcase on the mattress and took out her notebook, but before opening it, she looked around again. There were too many people. And yet, in some corner of that cabin, there were creatures drawn on the walls, plants that needed tending, and surely some small animal that would sooner or later end up hiding among the furniture. That was enough to keep the month from seeming completely lost. Bryndis sat on the edge of the bed and opened her notebook to a blank page. She wrote the date, but her mind went blank when she tried to add the first line.