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Frankly, Elisa wasn't much interested in the carnival theme of this year's summer camp. Though it was a miracle the summer camp organisers fit an entire amusement park and campground for the so-called 'tents' in the London Quidditch Stadium, all the roller coasters, derbies and extravagant tent themes weren't much to her liking. They were crowded, noisy and far less interesting than the two books she had had the good sense to bring along with her.

However, among the chaotic crowds and lavish decorations, the booths that students could set up themselves drew her attention. She decided to leave her books behind locked away safely in her trunk, and take a little tour around the student-organised booths.

Elisa, dressed in a flowy flower patterned dress, made her way through the always dense crowd of students, looking left and right in search for a stand to stop at. Some caught her attention, but upon seeing that three or four students were already grouped around the stand, continued to venture along.

It was not long before she arrived upon a booth where a short little girl with a cascade of blond curls stood. The table in front of her was laid with... bookmarks? Her curiosity was satisfied as hazel eyes found a banner with the words 'Between Bookmarks' written in cursive on it.

Intrigued, the second year gently approached the girl, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Hello! Your booth looks delightful! May I get... the number 17 one? And..." she added, seeing that customisable bookmarks were available as well, "I'd love a customised one as well, if that's alright!"

Name: Elisa Wagner
Year: 3rd Year (2nd at the time of this thread)
Picture(s) to be used: this, this or this
Color scheme: beige & brown / soft green
Quotes/Writing: pinterest

Speech -- Thoughts

To say she was happy to see a visitor would be an understatement. She had gradually started to feel restless, starting to wonder whether even a single person would show up or she'd be left with an empty boring evening. That would be very hurtful. All her hard work, all the bookmarks she made with lots of love, all gone down the drain. Ugh, my brain hurts at the thought. I'm also hungry. She debated opening up the packet of cookies she had brought with her. It would help her deal with the hunger, even as her stomach longed for something spicy. Pity it's an arts expo and not a food expo.

Her thoughts wandered from there. If someone asked for a customized one, how would it turn out? Would it be good? Bad? Decent? She had practiced a bit back at home, but the worry was still there. It can't be too bad, right?

Pam stood up as a girl stepped into the booth, dressed in a floral dress which... honestly made her look ethereal. "Hello!" she greeted her, voice coming out loud and exuberant. She stuttered to a stop, mentally scolding herself for the clear childish nature of her greeting, "Er, hello. thank you, I'm glad you like it!" She handed her the bookmarks she had asked for, flashing her her best smile, "Here you are! Hope you like it!"

Chosen Bookmarks:

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After wrestling with his mokeskin pouch inventory, Mamori found himself shielding his eyes from the sun with one hand while the other held his empty Strawberry Fizz cup. The sun wouldn't set for another three hours at least. British summers were just like that, stubbornly bright well into the evening. His stomach gave a quiet protest, but with both hands occupied, he made quick work of tossing the cup into a nearby rubbish bin so he could dig out the unopened pack of fudge flies from his pouch. The brief pause gave him a chance to notice something mildly interesting — another familiar face running a booth in the distance. Well, "distance" was being generous, the booth was a proper walk from the bin, but his new glasses were criminally effective at spotting familiar silhouettes hundred paces away. Pam's booth it was, then. Second destination sorted. Between bites of fudge flies and positioning himself behind another customer, Mamori realized he'd stumbled into yet another dead end. Everything here landed in the "utterly useless to me" territory, with gift-giving as the only saving grace though bookmarks felt too cheap even for that purpose. The only viable recipient would be his parents, specifically his father, considering his mother's reading habits matched his own — meaning books were purely decorative objects in their lives. "Want some?" he offered his parents-funded fudge flies to Pam when it was finally his turn, then couldn't resist the obvious jab. "You lot are really outdoing yourselves with the nerd factor. Just came from Ruth's place," he gestured vaguely behind him, "wax seals over there, bookmarks over here. Very sisterly of you both. I get that as Hufflepuffs we're all supposed to be cute and crafty, but maybe we could tone down the academic vibes? Some of us actually see daylight occasionally." He wished someone would sell something more practical to bring home, like knitwear, which at least had the decency to be useful to anyone with a body. Complaints aside, he was here now and purchases were expected, so he stroked his chin while surveying the array of bookmarks laid out before him. "Ok, so..." The zodiac collection was a mixed bag, the Libra design screamed 'favorite child' while the while the others were reduced to watercolor afterthoughts with text slapped on top. He couldn't help but wonder if Pamela was a Libra herself. Huh. Almost a year of knowing her and he still didn't know her birthday. Something to ask about later, he supposed. The miscellaneous designs had some promising candidates, with the metal Great Wave bookmark standing out among its paper companions, but giving that to his Japanese father would be like gifting pasta to an Italian — redundant at best, mildly offensive at worst. The man probably couldn't walk two blocks in his hometown without tripping over at least three Great Wave merchandise displays. That'd earn him nothing but an exasperated eye roll from dear old dad. Process of elimination left him with one viable option. "Can I get number 29? The dragon design." Nothing like appealing to a magical creature enthusiast's interests. "Actually, make it two. I've got two people in mind who'd appreciate these." He'd sooner kiss a blast-ended skrewt than admit the second one was for himself.

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───═━┈┈━═─── 𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀  ───═━┈┈┈┈━═─── ○ 6’1 ꜰᴛ , ʙᴜʀʟʏ ᴍᴜꜱᴄʟᴇᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ, ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ʜᴀɪʀ, ᴅᴀʀᴋ ɪɴᴛɪᴍɪᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴇʏᴇꜱ Reducio simple grey T shirt, and jeans. Has a sport jersey but took it off and is holding it on one arm. Stamina: 5 || Evasion: 19 || Strength: 15 || Wisdom: 3 || Arcane Power: 10 || Accuracy: 18

─〔❨✧𝗣𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗔𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗔𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱✧❩〕─
𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦.. 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 - 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴. 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺? 𝘕𝘰.

𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵.

─〔❨✧𝗔𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗔𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗔𝘃𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲✧❩〕─
○ 𝘌𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘐 & 𝘐𝘐, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥

This shop could possibly be his favorite among most of the stalls he had been in. For one, it didn't attack his vision with bold bright flowers. Instead it was almost like a cozy nook. Similar to the quaint and comfortable bookstores his hometown has. Sara took careful time looking through each bookmark display, hoping to find one that was close to what he was looking for.

There was the zodiac astrology ones, not very suited to his personal tastes. The ones that had mention from well known authors and stories caught his eye the most. Plenty of these were from muggle community references. Perhaps the tent owner was a muggleborn herself. Or grew up among them the most. Or with a big fascination with muggle books.

He stopped at number 16 for the longest and had to refrain from immediately grabbing it. It was so adorable, really. So close to what he was looking for but not quite. After tripple checking the display and fully assuring himself that what he was looking for wasn't here, only then did he went to the tent owner that seemed to run the place. " Excuse me.." he tried to get her attention. Hoping his intimidating stature didn't scare the young girl. " I... liked number 16.. but .. could I possibly customize one?"

If the young girl allowed it, Sara would thank her and proceed with giving her better details of what he as looking for. If she had trouble writing the japanese characters, he would help her.

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Name: Sara Kohana
Year: 7th Year
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Color scheme: black and white ( yellow tassel )
Quotes/Writing: 光春 ( back of the book mark )
河童の川流れ ( smaller font but its also back of the bookmark under the name )

Speech -- Thoughts

Pam grinned at her second customer for the day, glad to see the pink-headed boy. She had not spoken to him in a while, but it seemed like he was as lively and sarcastic as he had always been.

"Thanks." She accepted the sweet, stuffing it into her mouth. One could never have enough sweets, she had proven that to herself, considering she had just come from a confectionary booth. Oh well.

Nerd factor. Pam laughed at his words, totally seeing his point of view. She quipped back, "Well, you're one to talk. You're here to buy after all, aren't you. Besides, being nerdy can be... useful. If you read the correct kind of stuff it can teach you new... things." Stuff you shouldn't potentially teach a twelve year old.

Pam nodded as she placed two dragon design bookmarks in front of him, "Good choice. It's nice isn't it?" The dragon headed bookmark was a personal favourite of hers, "You're lucky I happen to have a second of this. The second person wouldn't happen to be you would it?"

Her jibe was cut off midway as the other visitor, a boy who seemed much older, maybe a sixth or seventh year, finally approached her, asking for a personalised one. Pam had noticed him a while before, scanning over her bookmarks with a kind of interested focus which had left Pam honestly impressed.

"Sure." She accepted with a smile. She printed out the kitty bookmark he showed her and then proceeded to the writing in the background, "Is this... Japanese?" She asked curiously, "What does it say?" She held out the printed writing, black calligraphy across the creamy white background that the front of the bookmark was, "How is this?"
Chosen Bookmarks:

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Mamori:

Sara:

───═━┈┈━═─── 𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀  ───═━┈┈┈┈━═─── ○ 6’1 ꜰᴛ , ʙᴜʀʟʏ ᴍᴜꜱᴄʟᴇᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ, ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ʜᴀɪʀ, ᴅᴀʀᴋ ɪɴᴛɪᴍɪᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴇʏᴇꜱ Reducio simple grey T shirt, and jeans. Has a sport jersey but took it off and is holding it on one arm. Stamina: 5 || Evasion: 19 || Strength: 15 || Wisdom: 3 || Arcane Power: 10 || Accuracy: 18

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𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦.. 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 - 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨.

 

𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴. 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺? 𝘕𝘰.

 

𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵.

 

─〔❨✧𝗔𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗔𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗔𝘃𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲✧❩〕─

○ 𝘌𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘐 & 𝘐𝘐, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥

He nodded slightly in shy appreciation when the younger girl paid attention to him about the bookmarks. Not to mention, it was nice that Sara couldn't sense a trace of unease or fear in her expression when she looked up to him. Even smiled. That wasn't a very common thing people could do, Sara noticed. And it made him all the more thankful for her kindness and ability to be attentive.

He watched silently as she used a printer to personalize the bookmark based on his descriptions. Interesting. Sara thought of asking her if she was a muggleborn or grew up with them. He half expected her to pull out a wand and magically draw on the bookmarks. But considering she was potentially busy, he didn't really want to keep her engaged with him longer than she had to. However, much to his surprise - it was her that asked him a curious question.

It took a moment for him to gather the confidence not to stammer his words out of his usual nervousness. " It .. is actually. I'm from Mahoukotoro. This is just.. for my junior. Thats her name. And the longer words under it.. ' Kappa no kawanagare' .. Even a Kappa can be washed away by the river" he said gently despite his rough voice. " Even experts aren't immune from mistakes. I just hope she ..doesn't think she has to be perfect to be enough. Thats all"

He gently received the bookmark, a subtle hint of a smile on his face though he didn't let it show too much. " Its exactly... how I imagined it. Thank you very much. I wish you the best for your stall and the rest of your time in the carnival". he bowed down again, this time a little more deeper, before paying her the right amount and taking his leave.

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"Well that's awfully presumptuous of you to jump straight to the second person," commented Mamori while he was eating his last piece of fudge fly, casually brushing crumbs from his hands as he accepted both bookmarks. He dug around for his wallet, already mentally rehearsing his prepared speech because of course someone would ask about his sudden jump from one bookmark to two bookmarks. "First one's for my dad, second for my mum. They're those people who coordinate everything down to their toothbrushes. Real romantic stuff, you'd get it if you..." His explanation got interrupted as Pam turned away to greet another customer, leaving Mamori holding the unpaid bookmarks and the distinct impression that she wasn't particularly worried about him making off with the merchandise. For reasons of curiosity, Mamori found himself looking over at the new customer, not that subtlety was required given how the dude's presence commanded the entire area. The man was Asian, which made his extreme height even more impressive — whatever satanic diet he had for those proportions deserved a thorough academic study, and he fit the exact type of character who would be in a yakuza recruitment poster, thus making him less suitable for a bookmark booth than Mamori himself. Then again, he shouldn't judge. Maybe the towering gentleman is a Murakami Haruki first editions collector in his free time while intimidating small businesses for protection money. Summer camp really brings out all types. Mamori dropped a few coins onto the table with a sigh and made his exit from the booth, figuring there wasn't much point in lingering around for Pam to suddenly recall his existence when he had better things to do elsewhere. mamori leaves the thread

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Summer Camp 2025, London Quidditch Stadium

Elisa returned a beam to the bright young girl behind the stand. She took both bookmarks prudently from the latter's hand. The first was even prettier at close glance - the material was slightly rough to the touch, and just thick enough to not easily be subject to damage without leaving creases in the pages. The colours were bright but not flashy, the letters printed in a deep shade of blue. A little tuft of silky string was tied to one end, swishing around as Elisa stowed it carefully in her satchel.

The second bookmark - the one she had customised, bore a delicate lace ribbon on top. The background was a faint yellow colour, with a few little flowers decorating its base.

Elisa's grin widened. "Thank you so much, these are delightful!"

"I- uh... do you," she started after a brief moment of hesitation, "how much do I owe you for these?" If answered that no payment was required, Elisa would nod, repeat a word of thank you and an earnest praise, then depart into the crowd of international students. If the booth owner indicated an amount, Elisa would fetch a few coins from her satchel - she always made sure she had plenty to spare whenever she went - hand them to the little girl, then take her leave.

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Vivi found herself roaming in the carnival alone as she had no one to be with. Her friends were the kids on her street who were Muggles. She can't expose the secret of Magic to them, can she? Her parents were busy so they had allowed her to go by herself. This year's carnival gave so much energy that she forgot she was alone.

She wavered from one booth to the other deciding where to go! There were so many booths this year! Finally one booth got her attention. 'Between Bookmarks' she read from the board. 'Bookmarks huh?' thought Vivi as she went towards the booth. She began looking at the bookmarks kept at display. There were so many kinds!!!! Wow!!! Many themes and many designs in one theme!!!

She kept looking at two bookmarks, one with the number 7 and the other with 28. She looked at her purse. Her parents had given some money for the carnival and it was certainly was not enough for purchasing two bookmarks, provided that she had to visit other booths. 'Which one should I buy? They both look equally beautiful!' wondered Vivi. She can't part with either of it. But she can't have both either.

So she finally decided on one. She tried to get the attention of the girl who was the one to set up the booth. 'Hello!!' Vivi said. 'Can I buy the bookmark with the number 7?'. She paid the money and took the bookmark from the girl and placed it in her bag carefully. 'Thanks!!!' She said as she left the booth.