Tent The Amalgamation of Lost Souls Closed

Santario walked through the tent grounds looking for the area that she was told to go to.

Walking around with his trunk in his hands balled over the handle rather easily with the trunk looking packed to the brim of his items. On the front of handle, it appears to be made by some enchantment maker logo who made various items more fashionable and easier for the person who might be using the item not to appear as an raging oaf.

His trunk, enchanted with light-weight spell that made carrying this massive beast of leather storage easy to the point that Remi was holding up his suitcase with two of his weaker fingers as well as another enchantment which alarmed him if any of his personal items appeared to be missing out of the trunk with a motherly whine of, "MISSING HAT! MISSING UNDERWEAR, BANDIT STUPIDE." Either in comical stupid French phrases or in English. And those were less embarrassing examples of missing articles of clothing.

Noticing this girl walk into one of the tents and not wanting to appear as a follower, he wanted to wait a little bit outside before heading inside, trying to come off aloof as possible but in actuality, he didn't know what was in store for him when he was at this Hogwarts summercamp. He gave her a moment to notice him and maybe say something to him before he did a nervous smile as he did a two-finger salute to the girl.

"Sup." He said in a mix of forced causality, as his parents would always have him do the whole, "My-name-is-Remi-and-blah-blah..."

A short smile forming on his face as he put his trunk onto one of the chairs, looking for one of the beds on where he'll relax on, "You a squib?" He said bluntly, a childish ignorance clear in his voice as he wanted to make some small talk. He knew his parents would be on his neck for asking a question like that but his parents weren't there so everything felt free-game at this point.

"Don't be daft."

After asking the rather silly question, he got a straight answer right away and the poignant feeling could be felt in his ears, as they felt rather hot. Remi would turn around to face who said this rather mean answer, they would get a piece of his -

This young man, blond and screamed of Scottish from his accent. Even if he was hiding it, it was just obvious.
Without realizing and lacking the willpower to tell off this older student, he said,

"'Course, 'course! My bad, sir."

He said it puffy and starting to get annoyed. Remi was at the chairs, looking to see if his father didn't forgot to pack most of his key items that he needed for his classes like robes, the ugly hats, which was packed on one side of the suitcase while the other side, which appeared dozens and dozens time tidier, all recreational clothing; shirts, loafers, shorts, you name it.

The wretched threat of being hexed and he wasn't even in Hogwarts proper yet, he would say something about how they couldn't do hexes here but nor did he know too well about magic law here in Britain, so he dropped the whole topic. He picked the bed two beds closer to this Ed character, one of the hufflepuff acid yellow colors.

Santario and Ed, they appeared to have a history together at the school.

"No squibs?"

The pure-blood said, plunking his suitcase onto the bed and then opening it up as all of his clothing, one by one, was being re-organized on the foot of his bed while he sat down.

"Geesh, sucks to 'em, huh? Papa use to tell stories from squibs used to go to school with the other wizards, just not for as long as people with Magic, but kinda unfair."

Hearing how european wizards dealt with their squib problems.

Remi looked over at Ed, the slightly abrasive kid,

"Thanks! This is one of the enchanted suitcases from back home. One of Papa's friend gave it to him for me."

He said earnestly, but he realized shortly that the kid was most likely jesting with him.

"And you guys can call me, Remi-us. Yeah, Remius."

He said his "name" awkwardly at first but quickly fixed it. You can see him play with his new "cool" name a couple of times in his mouth before looking at Ed,

"You scream Slytherin, Ed."

He said casually before taking off his jacket and relaxing onto his bed, not replying to the whole pajama talk as he wouldn't be caught changing.

"Though, I might be in your house. Been reading up on books for this upcoming year, all of the houses and all that. Slytherin or either Ravenclaw. I don't know yet.

" He said, not knowing the whole sorting hat and the whole deal. Also -" Tapping onto his head as if he almost forgot to say,

"Don't bow, you as stiff as a plank of wood."

Remi giggled, jesting.

"Yep, first year."

He said excited at Santario,

"I'm free."

He said dreamily, looking up at the tent's cloth roof. The quiet folding of clothing could be heard from his side of the room.