The residents of this tent are all Durmstrang students:

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@Alan Vanes as Nichlas Forsberg
@Thomas Lestrange as Ella Forsberg
@Alexx Séverin as Aleksandr "Sasha" Teräväinen
@Reid Kovacs as Illya Yornikovych
@Marla Quinlan as Elias Oja
@Scott Alexander as Hjördis Svaetichin
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Bigger on the inside, it was.

Ducking down to enter the seemingly meager tent from under the light eave on the outside- a visitor would soon step onto dark, smooth wooden boards instead of grass or polyester fabric... And standing upright, they'd find themselves inside a large circular room with twenty wooden poles keeping the walls, made up of white fabric as they were, standing.

With their headboards against the white sheets, and with nothing but boxes and fashionable trinkets separating them, stood six beds of varying size. From twins to kings, all were they covered in large animal pelts of different colours and textures.

On one lay a fox, on another a warm coat of a sheep's fur.

A visitor would at once also smell the scent of the firewood, which was placed in a generous pile next to the black iron fireplace opposite the tent's opening- on either side of which three of the beds were stood.

So it was true, that whoever was to reside in this tent would be able to enjoy a time spent surrounded by the warm, humble interior of a hunter's cabin: moving across the floor with their feet against wood and fur... resting on the beds in the warmth of the pelts, and to the sound of the crackling fire should they need it one summer's night...

One could only hope the young witches and wizards whom were to enjoy this particular tent, were themselves as timid and proper- so not to ruin it with noise or outlandish activities.

No. That'd be awful.

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It did seem, after what felt like an eternity of wholehearted and committed attempts, that simply staring at the tent wouldn't make it go away. This, Hjördis felt, was a terrible mistake on the manufacturer's part.

With the light grey and cotton-like fabric moving only a tad bit in the soft summer breeze, the girl traced the top of it with her hand in growing suspicion. She wasn't a camper (who in their right mind was camper?) and hadn't ever set foot inside a tent in her life. She'd always managed to get out of it before, somehow, but now... Well, it wasn't like she could've let her entire school leave for England without her. Even though it was beginning to sound like a preferable option.

At least Nicke was there too, with his little sister kept close. Hjördis was relieved that she could find a bit of solace in the way her friend's face was displaying the very same repulsion that she felt herself, already... He had always been more expressive than his northern counterpart, in more ways than one, which turned out quite fortunately for her whenever the two agreed on something: it saved Hjördis a lot of work. He'd spit something out about the crowded campsite, for example, and she'd chime in with an absent-minded "Hm." to show him that she shared his sentiments.

Because she did.

All around them now, Durmstrang students seemed to have found their respective tents and started to heave their belongings inside them, with a large and noisy fuss. The sound of eleven-year-olds arguing about bunkbeds, and older students about who should've brought what, was completely unbearable. And by the time the tent next to theirs was reached by a large group of particularly loud boys, Hjördis had to sigh in defeat. She was about done inspecting the tent's exterior, now.

Stepping around their habitation regretfully, Hjördis bent down to enter the tent from under the eave... And at first, she was pleasantly surprised:

The interior was perhaps a bit brighter than she'd preferred, but the obvious pile of firewood and the numerous pelts around the room reminded her enough of her own home to almost like it. Perhaps someone really had thought twice, after all... Though this hope was soon extinguished, as Hjördis began to fretfully count.

En, två, tre, fyra, fem...

Six beds. Six. Six.

Groaning inwardly, and backing quickly out of the tent again, Hjördis almost knocked right into her friend's sister as she stood up straight in the grass, the horror rising steadily within her. Six godforsaken beds. She grabbed at her friend's shoulder, and told Nichlas to have a look inside for himself.

"Looks like we'll have company." She muttered. "Wonderful."

Browsing tiredly through their entire student body in her mind, and not coming across a single soul she she'd be able to bear for several weeks in a row, Hjördis watched Nichlas dip in and out of the tent as quickly as she had- and return with just the disgusted face expected of him. The girl was grateful to see he looked about ready to hex whoever assumed a right to enter.

Permission to godmod Nichlas Forsberg given by Alan Vanes.

Translations:

Reducio

*I never understood the words you said
Or why you and I were one
So while I await my answers
I'll kiss your heart in two
(On my floor, among shards and among glass)
I don't have any miracles to promise anyone tonight
Karenina

*One, two, three, four, five....

Nichlas really was not in the mood for a camping trip, to be fair he probably would never be in the mood for a camping trip, which lead to him wearing a sour expression on his face as he walked alongside Hjördis to the camp. His little sister was with them and she most likely was the only reason that he did not pretend to be too sick to go to this camp. At least he had Disa who would make the summer with their shared annoyance a lot easier to survive. With his hands in his pockets he would wait as Disa went inside of the tent, quite sure that it would be easier to handle if he knew what to expect before entering the tent on his own.

She did not spend a lot of time in there and her words made him tense as his fist clenched together slightly. ”Du skojar.” He felt the strong desire to hex someone or something and his gaze slowly drifted to the wand holster attached to his hip, like a belt. But he had no time to waste and brushed past Hjördis to get into the tent and check the situation out for himself only to realize that Disa was right and there were indeed way too many beds just for the three of them. In fact there were twice as many, meaning that there would be three more students to share the tent with.

”Men för i helv-…”, he would mutter under his breath as he escaped the tent right away, only spending seconds to take in the view; at least the place was in moderate condition. He would give Disa a deadpan expression and already know this trip would be a disaster. Who in their sane mind would force students to share a tent together? If anyone dared to make this even more miserable than it already was, he was not accountable for his own reactions to that. "Fantastic...", he muttered out loudly, laced with as much sarcasm as he could muster, scowling in what could appear like disgust with the thought of sharing a tent with more mindless idiots than necessary; preferably none.

Gratitude was a fixture that supported inherent positivity for Ella Forsberg, regardless of the circumstances. The wonderful power of magic would deter a young girl from the development of pessimism that may arrive with two planned weeks of summer camping. Additionally in an unfamiliar place she has not been before, with this uncertainty comes fear, and anxiety. Unless the lens shifted to change perspective, these new experiences brought excitement for the new experiences that lie ahead. Ella would do her best to bury the anxiety that came with new experiences, sourced from one simple fact. She had Nichlas at her side, and with him there was nothing for her to fear.

The muggle’s perspective of the worst parts of summer camping are something the pureblood girl could sympathize with. Growing up with a lot of land to roam in the countryside of Osterlen, she formed a love for the outdoors. But depending on the climate of an environment, it had its drawbacks. Heat, humidity, bugs, etc. Ella much preferred the cold, more specifically the ice. Leading the girl's plan to research if London contained any indoor ice rinks. Surely they were around.

Despite the drawbacks of summer camping, as a young student of magic she was well aware of the simple motion of a wand paired with a word could go a long way. Subduing any concerns that may form. Not to mention her brother’s exceptional skill with a wand, paired with the interesting choice of company that planned to join their tent. There was a cold air that accompanied Nichlas’ close friend, leaving Ella hesitant to speak her mind at times in the presence of Disa. Hopefully as the two became more well acquainted, redeeming qualities would support her air of negativity.

Ella was not one to judge, greeting Disa with a sweet smile before lowering her head to fit through the entryway behind the others. The elder girl stepped back towards Ella in apparent horror, leading to a reactionary retreat to avoid bumping into her. Ella would not mention the girl’s lack of spatial awareness, forming an aggrieved frown. I do exist, thank you. A frown that was quickly erased as her blue-gray eyes fell upon the wood and fur that denoted a pleasant scent of firewood. Ella would quickly pass the pair of fourth years with a satisfied grin. Wonderful, fantastic… The other two would say like a pair of overprivileged snobs.

“Guys!!!” Ella squealed, rushing over to one of the twin beds of favor. “Please let this one be mine!?” She energetically peered back at Nichlas with sparkling eyes. Not assuming to simply take the one she desired, certainly willing to offer up if it was another’s preference. Then the realization arrived that others would be joining, judging by the three additional beds. An exciting prospect, but sleeping in the same room with three strangers had disastrous potential if they did not get along. As if Disa’s presence had not already dampened the mood enough.

Ella would digress from the thought, opting to approach the middle of the tent in search for a centerpiece. In search for an introductory message, a map of the campgrounds, a schedule of the planned events ahead.[You decide if these things exist.]

When are you gonna come down
When are you going to land
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man

You know you can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you
I'm not a present for your friends to open
This boy's too young to be singing the blues

Interacting With:
@Reid Kovacs [Illya], @Marla Quinlan [Elias], and @Thomas Lestrange [Ella]
Mentioning:
@Scott Alexander [Disa] and @Alan Vanes [Nicke]

Sasha didn't know who the trio was supposedly sharing a tent with, and it wasn't that he particularly minded that they were sharing a tent at all, it was just that he would have been perfectly fine with just Illya and Elias. They were like brothers to him, and Sasha couldn't think of a day growing up where he wasn't crashing on Elias' floor or accidentally falling asleep on his roof, so this wouldn't have been any different. And Illya... Well, he was a more recent addition, and half the time Sasha had no fucking clue what he was saying (whether it be his accent or the language barrier), but he had to admit that was half the fun. He would sometimes play guessing games with himself, trying to figure out which words meant what, because he was too ashamed to admit to Illya that, despite Illya having told him what the words meant, he didn't retain any knowledge and had sense forgotten. It was hard enough knowing Finnish and English (and some Swedish that he picked up in school, with the addition of Northern Sami, which his uncle insisted he was to learn, but Sasha was having a terrible time figuring it out), he simply could not add Bulgarian to the list. But now that Illya was a part of their duo, which turned it into a trio, Sasha was finding himself visiting Illya in Bulgaria (his dad was scary!) and even inviting Illya to the best country in the world, otherwise known as Finland.

Which was how Sasha found himself with the other two at his side as he chatted mindlessly all about how he had this workout plan for the summer which had been completely and totally ruined by this Quidditch event or whatever it was. Not that Sasha minded, but he just found it totally unsettling that Quidditch was his entire life and he was benched behind two Russian kids or whatever they were. This was blatant Finnish discrimination! Was Durmstrang unaware of Russia trying to, quite literally, take Finland as a part of Russia? Russia part two? And Elias was benched too! The only two Finns on the team and they were benched! This had to be a conspiracy against Finland, it had to be!

He just hoped that his diet wasn't going to be ruined by this, and whatever these Brits (and Scots and Irish) were eating. Probably something unhealthy, if he had to assume. Not that Sasha thought reindeer was healthy to eat, he was trying the plant-based life these days, but it was really hard to have a cultivated diet around here when you didn't get to pick your foods. He had read an article over the summer about some rookie goalie in the NHL doing his shopping at "Whole Foods", and Sasha was itching to go and get some healthier food. If he was going to be serious about this whole sports thing, then he had to fully commit! And not later, either. He had to get on it now, otherwise, he'd be unhealthy and out of shape by the time he was old enough to go play for a national Quidditch team. And Merlin forbid that this little event or whatever were to ruin his diet which he had worked so hard to maintain over the course of the school year, and that he was also planning to upkeep (if not improve) over his summer which had be ruined, thank you very much Hogwarts students.

Sasha only did some light packing for this, it's not like he really wore more than two outfits anyways. Aside from his school uniform, and despite him being a total style icon (watch out Auston Matthews), he didn't feel like doing much planning these days, so it was gym shorts or bust for him. He still wore his signature scarf, though, which Illya thinks is a napkin but that's okay. Illya isn't fashionable like Sasha is. But because Sasha was feeling a bit lazy about his clothes recently, his bags were small, and the most bulk was his broomstick and a spare hockey stick (incase the occasion called for field hockey, or if there happened to be a random patch of ice in the middle of the summer).

Presently, Sasha had on sunglasses, because he wanted to look cool and mysterious walking through the stadium grounds, hoping that the Hogwarts students would take an interest in him. He was naturally charming, he always had been, so it wasn't hard for him to attract attention, warranted or not, but this was his chance to make friends. Three's a crowd, and maybe Illya wouldn't like more people tagging on (Sasha observed that he is a little awkward sometimes, but more in a "I don't want to talk to you" way and not in a cute way, because Sasha was awkward in a cute way and that made people like him, but Illya was different from Sasha and that should be noted), but Sasha would like to interact with people who are different than he is and from a different culture. He also noted that there is significantly less hockey in the United Kingdom, which is just another good reason not to live there. Rain, less hockey, bad food, and surely other things. Weren't they rude too? All Sasha knew was that in Finland, you do not talk to anyone. Don't even look at them. You don't want to talk to the Finns, and the Finns don't want to talk to you. Sasha was different, of course. He could talk your ear off and then some. But a normal Finn might cut your ear off instead. Sasha was never really normal, though.

Turning to Illya, he hummed. "So what do you think? It's nice, yes? Bad weather, but at least it isn't freezing like back home. And their students seem so... Short!" He was really talking to both of them, but Sasha was sure Elias had already noted this fact, and so he felt the need to point it out to Illya instead. "There seems like so much to do, I daresay I'm getting overwhelmed. Unfortunately, I feel like the barbeque is going to be nothing but junk. My body is a temple, you guys. This is a terrible way to kick off the summer." They were never going to hear the end of his food problems, and he was only too happy that he happened to pack himself a sandwich, which he was now pulling out of his bag and unwrapping. "Georges Laraque didn't get that size by eating meat! Sasha exclaimed as he approached the tent.

Despite the fact that Sasha had been previously informed that the tents would only appear small for convenience, and that they were actually quite large, he still felt a little in awe and the size. All things considered, he wouldn't have minded the appeared size if it were just the three of them, but knowing that there were three more, he questioned the likelihood of this. But who was he to question the reality that he lived in? So he shrugged to himself, took another bite of his sandwich, and pushed the screen of the tent open to welcome himself. "The baddest bitches in all of Durmstrang has arrived!" He announced to his tent mates, not even looking to see who they were. Once he did, though, he nearly regretted it.

Disa.

Disa was not nice to Sasha. And that really scared him, because everyone was nice to Sasha! He could understand being maybe a little mean to Elias, or at least having a distaste for Illya, but Sasha was nothing but an overgrown puppy who also happened to be able to talk (a lot). Maybe it was because Sasha tried to copy her homework... A few times. Or maybe it was because he tried to cheat off her tests... More than a few times. Or maybe it's because he can talk all day, everyday, and never about anything that doesn't include sports, his friends, or how scarfs are the "be all, end all" of fashion. So maybe he might have talked her ear off about something Quidditch related, probably about how selfish the Nordic National Team (which included Sweden) was being by not letting the Finns join in on the fun, and maybe she couldn't care less about Quidditch, but she's a Swede and it is his job, as a Finn, to let her know exactly how utterly annoyed he is by that (and also that Tre Kronor sucks).

And it wasn't that Disa ever really did anything to him, she just glared and spoke meanly and sometimes, if they exchanged more than one sentence, he felt like she may think he's an annoying child. But if Illya could put up with Sasha, then there's no reason Disa couldn't! So he put all that aside for now and focused on the fact that Ella was also in this tent, and he had a lot of respect for Ella.

"Pieni jääkiekkotyttö!" Sasha exclaimed, pointing at Ella. Sasha and Ella shared a few things in common: hockey, Quidditch, last names of really good hockey players (although their names were both extremely common to their region so that meant nothing), and they both had brown hair, but that didn't actually mean anything. He liked Ella, even if her older brother was Disa's best friend and also seemed extremely bothered. And for what reason? Life was so short, why spend it being angry and within the law? Be happy, break the law, and eat at least three meals a day. Those were the rules that Sasha lived by. Though, he thinks, maybe Nicke would kill him if he tells Ella to do crimes, so he might not reiterate that philosophy to her in its entirety.

Translation:
Pieni jääkiekkotyttö! - Small hockey girl!