Summer Camp The Humble Hovels Closed

Luckily for Gabriella, the girl didn't seem to mind much that she was "copying" - well, not that she was copying, but there was no doubt that she had made her shelter very similar to the girl's by accident. The girl seemed friendly enough too, which was good. She introduced herself as Winter Wolfhartz, from Hufflepuff - well really she said pufflehuff, but Gabby supposed this must just be a slip of the tongue or a bad joke - and the Ravenclaw introduced herself in return. "I'm Gabriella," she said. "You can call me Gabby though, if you like."

For a while, Gabriella wondered if she should be friendly and ask Winter some questions. She seemed a nice girl, and apart from Atlas she didn't know any Hufflepuffs. But then she had come down here to be alone, and smalltalk had never really been her thing. (Do I really care what you did last weekend? No, but guess what, I'm going to ask you anyway!) Instead she decided to get on with making her own shelter - and more importantly, making a SIGN for the outside - and she would talk to Winter if she decided to talk to her.

The Ravenclaw began to collect more sticks, using shorter sticks to fashion a little opening in the front of the tent. This, at least, deviated from Winter's design. Once she had collected all the sticks she needed, she found a bundle of vines and began weaving them in and out of the sticks, to bind them together. "Take whatever you need," Winter said. "Competition or not, if this was a real test teamwork is the best defence!"

True, thought Gabriella, irritably, but this isn't a real test, is it?

Sure, her thoughts on this activity had greatly fluctuated while she had been here. At first, she had wanted to create a great survival tent and pretend she was really lost in the wilderness. Then she had been taken up in the thrill of possibly, *possibly* making a sign afterwards. And now she just wanted to do whatever, as long as she was allowed to be alone. But Winter's offer was friendly and helpful, so Gabriella smiled. "Thanks," she said, and because she felt she hadn't been the most accommodating she added, "you're really nice, by the way."

Gabriella, however, didn't actually need any of Winter's supplies, so continued in systematically weaving her vines around the logs at three key points - the bottom, the middle, and the top. Then, she shook the shelter a little, and when she decided it still wasn't sturdy enough she decided to add more lengths of twine.

"Oh yeah," said Winter, "looks don't matter much now, you can always decorate later! If you place moss or debris where there are openings it would help keep the heat in better!"
"Yeah, thanks," replied Gabby. "I was actually going to stick moss all along the inside walls, to trap in as much heat as I could. I'm just tying all the logs together right now." This wasn't strictly true - she hadn't been planning to do anything to trap the heat in - but it was a good idea of Winter's, and Gabriella had come up with a way to improve it.
"Oh, and good luck! I'm sure you have what it takes to win!"

By this point, Gabriella was actually getting rather cross with Winter's constant interruptions, although she would never dream of showing it. Despite how she felt today, she was nice, and she didn't want to end up getting into another spat like the one she had had with Tory, that ended up in the two girls becoming enemies for life. So, instead of lashing out at Winter, she murmured her thanks. "Thank you," she said, quietly. "I'm sure you'll win though. Yours is great."

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@Santario Martin

We go until one team stands.

A fine way to phrase it. A funny thing, linguistics, how much one could tell about a person from the words they used. From the way she framed victory from the perspective of the victor, Isaac surmised that Santario had not lost for a very long time. Or perhaps she was just being tactful so as not to scare him with what being on the losing end was like. It was okay, though. He already knew.

They drool when they’re unconscious. Perhaps not the best detail to share. “Is it an important practical skill to have?” he went with that instead, bouncing off of what she had said with a cheeky smile. “Do you often find yourself defending your family from rogue wizards and monsters?” He hadn’t meant it seriously. After all, they were just kids.

His untroubled gaze wandered towards the supply piles in the distance as he soon found his hands empty. Giving his cabinmate an apologetic smile, he rose and went to get more vines and the evergreen boughs she had requested. It didn’t take him long to find both, and he swiftly returned so they could pick up right where they had left off - thank goodness for his mother’s love for gardening that he even knew what plant she was referring to.

Isaac lowered the great stack of branches held firmly against his broad chest, small bristle-like leaves trembling in the summer heat. When he thought about it, they reminded him of the branches of a Christmas tree. They even had a few loose hanging pinecones to go with it.

Then, he knelt next to one of the marked holes that was supposed to be dug out. He hesitated for a moment, searching around for a tool he could use. He was visibly discomforted by the thought of what he was about to do, but eventually he got on with it. His naturally large hands ploughed into the dirt like a shovel, and he had no trouble ripping out large chunks of earth with them alone.

As they worked, he jokingly asked another question, “No one’s died on the campus ever since the Second Wizarding War, right?”

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The Gryffindor had heard of the activity and had been looking forward to it all evening to the point of barely being able to fall asleep. What an opportunity to venture into the edges of the forbidden forest in order to build a couple of stick houses. It sounded fantastic and like a bunch of fun would occur. Now that it was time, he had been carrying Tiger on one of his arms, balancing the feline comfortably as he made his way to the edge of the forest where from afar he could already see a bunch of the students as well as the familiar figure of one of the staff members. "Good morning, Mister Eliseo!", he chirped with the energy only a morning person could bring up and gave the man in question a toothy grin. "Let's hope those structures will hold up better against weather than the family did," he elongated his greetings to the man, sure he would catch the hint of Alan talking about the couple of snowmen the two of them had built around the man's cabin to protect him. Though apparently they hadn't protected themselves against the approaching spring that had made them melt away into small puddles, decorated by only a few carrots.

He would also spy out San, who seemed so focused on digging out a hole out the ground with her bare hands, that he chuckled as he carefully snuck up on her. He had been very careful not to tread on any branches or dry leaves as to make no noise as he approached her. A grin ever so steady on his face as he suddenly dropped down next to her and hugged her from her side, silly laughter erupting from him. "You ought to be more aware of your surroundings in this forest," he wheezed in between laughter as he tried to force himself to calm down. Possibly others would have known it to be not so smart to spook San, who had been known for quick duelling reflexes, but the older boy just couldn't help but seize the opportunity. Finally as he calmed down he would inspect the hole the girl was digging and tilted his head curiously, "What kind of shelter is on your mind?" he would ask her, still grinning. Tiger in the meantime had jumped off his arm and found a sitting place ona nearby thick branch that had been on the forest floors.

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Winter had a bad habit of being way too nice, all the way to the point she would gives bullies sympathy, making multiple excuses for things things like 'they probably have trouble at home' or 'well they must have a good reason for what they did there's a reason for everything!'. Besides being extremely nice, after a few interactions with a fellow friend from Slytherin, Winter learned its great to be nice but you can be mean if its necessary. But thankfully this wasn't one of those cases where it would be needed to return anger, Gabriella or otherwise named Gabby would be actually quite nice in return to winters gestures.

"Oh alright! Its a pleasure to meet you gabby" she responded with a smile, her eyes focusing on her shelter again. Sure everyone came here to be alone, well not EVERYONE, there were a few teams scattered around the area. It made her wonder if she should have brought Xeno to help, then again he was probably busy with his other friends. The idea of a team sounded quite helpful and honestly fun, the imagination of ones mind blended with that of another, the possibilities of the outcome are endless!

She would get a few good sized sticks, both medium in height and width, slicing them quite thinly with the fashioned blade and a rock. Each time the rock would hit the top of the blade, it would slice down the stick further. Sure winter had messed up a few times, but what is trying without mistakes? She continued to make thin slices out of the sticks before she had placed her items on display for gabby to use as she needed.

Winter had her mind set on building, she had no care for winning, nor caring if this were a real test. She had come to let her mind run wild, and to see what she could come up with out of only items around her person. And with that said, she sat back down, testing the flexibility of the thin wood slices, weaving them in and out of each other to create a door. Getting up, she planted another stick Into the ground, right by the opening ( entrance ) was located, using the string to tie her door to the stick. It had opened and closed fine, but that wasn't good enough for winter ( someone who has a bad tendency of leaving doors open ) so she had weaved a basket, and placed rocks in it, tying it to the door so that each time it opens, it closes on its own.

Gabby had thanked winter as she responded with "Its really not a problem" she smiled once more, the Ravenclaw almost complementing her nice personality "Yea.. sometimes i think i'm a little too nice..." her voice getting lower as she spoke more, her smile slowly turning into a frown. She shook her head as if to clear the thoughts from her mind, and once again the smile came to her face, as if it had never left. After had given gabby some advice she seemed to pull a quick card, 'lining the inside of her shelter with moss' winter furrowed her eyebrows, you were supposed to places moss on the outside for both rain protection and heat- but she wasn't going to correct her just yet. She could do that later on in attempt to help.

It was obvious by gabbys body movements and aura, she was getting a bit angry at winter, maybe for interrupting so much? Winter wasn't phased though considering the fellow witch was still keeping her poker face, and being nice either way. A thought crossed winters mind, yes a great thought. In return of the compliment winter sent out, she got one straight back from gabby, along with a quiet thanks. Winter had smiled bigger when told she could win as she looked at gabby, tilting her head slightly

"Do you wanna partner up?"

@Santario Martin

“I think it is always important to expect the unexpected.”

To that, he nodded vigorously. From their short interaction alone, he was beginning to enjoy talking to Santario Martin. She appeared to be the kind of person who put no small amount of thought into her words, whereas many a time in his personal endeavours he had encountered people who opened their mouths before using their brains. To a similar degree, he felt that he was that kind of spontaneous individual who acted quickly, but often foolhardily. It was nice to meet someone smart.

As they finished digging the last of the three holes, he spotted a flash of red hair in the corner of his eye. Then, the red hair took the shape of a boy as it enveloped Santario.

@Alan Vanes

Wait, a prefect? Did that mean he had to greet him?

Isaac’s eyes flared with panic and he made an immediate effort to stop slouching. First, Slytherin Dueling Captain and now Gryffindor Prefect. Alan was not nearly as tall as Vladimir, but his age, size, and position of power made him a commanding figure to the younger boy, even if he had burst onto the scene in giggles and laughter. Isaac’s reply to him was nervous and rigid as he wiped the sweat off his brow and moved his fringe neatly to the side.

“Good morning, sir!” he exclaimed loudly and formally. His right hand twitched as he resisted the urge to drop all his twigs and salute the prefect. It would’ve been a comical moment if not for the dread in his eyes and the reddened fluster of his cheeks as he venerated fifteen year-old Alan Vanes with a horrifying look of seriousness.

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He couldn't help the laughter as he grinned at both her and the young student, “I think it is always important to expect the unexpected.”, he mocked the sentence he had caught her say as he snuck up on her and now it was his turn to stick out his tongue at her. He gasped at her with exaggerated fashion when she playfully insulted him, before he formally nodded at Isaac with a lighthearted smile and held out his hand for the other boy to shake. "Nice to meet you, just call me Alan and don't listen to San! Do you know what house you want to get sorted in?" he asked the boy curiously and a little bit excited. Would they get a new cub?

He liked the camp alone due to the fact that the pre-schoolers could get a sense of their surroundings and got introduce to all kind of years and houses through the cabins. Alan was pleased to know that San had taken one of them under her wing as it seemed. "Are you enjoying yourself here?" He added with a warm smile after they had finished the handshake (if Isaac wanted to) and pointed at his cat. "That's Tiger, he is like an icon here, you'll probably see him around a lot throughout the years," he introduced the feline with a chuckle.

As Santario was explaining her build he nodded as he could envision her ideas, "Perhaps you could get your hands on some tree sap and make cords with thin branches or plants," he suggested, hoping to help out a little. "I'll probably go build something over there as far as Eliseo let's us in, maybe a few shelters for creatures that ventured too far toward the forest edges," he chirped friendly, his all present aura of calm surrounded him and would have a calming impact on most minds.

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