TENT First Dip Of Summer open Closed

Interacting with:Everyone currently in the tent

It would be quite an understatement to say that Sky wasn't looking forward to summer camp. After all the girl was a fan of quidditch, she certainly found it intriguing, if nothing else. The summer camp would also provide her with various distractions, surely to stray her from the wandering thoughts of wretched family problems and ugh, mortal enemies. Although, as far as the resentment towards relatives went, Sky did miss her mother terribly, and on the journey to London, her heart felt as though it were beating irregularly, giving a sad jolt here and there every time she was reminded of her dear mother. She of course wouldn't be missing her father, let alone her disgraceful accident of a brother for that fact. [She was sure they reciprocated these feelings] Her younger brother was an exception to this statement however and she felt slightly disheartened at the fact that he wouldn't be with her this summer.

Sky arrived and immediately began searching for a tent to acquire for her stay. Chocolate orbs scanned the site, swiftly painting her landscape as she strolled past several similar looking tents. However, it seemed that each one took an individual turn on the inside, for when Sky peered in to many of them, they seemed to sport vastly different designs and features. No doubt interesting enough.

She stopped outside a particularly pretty one in her opinion. It gave off a vibe of tranquility. Several potted plants littered the inside, giving of a very natural looking setting. It didn't look as though it were targeted to any specific gender. There were beds perched on each side of the tent, each with its own net of privacy. The middle of the tent there was a dining table; Sky supposed this could support several activities, it had enough seats to fit all residents of the tent. Other pretty chairs and accessories were dotted here and there. Lovely. This would be exactly what Sky was looking for.

She strolled in, placing her possessions gently on a bed in the far corner. She was convinced she was alone, and it was only until she heard movement that her head shot up, proving that another person was indeed in the tent with her, well two others.

“I’m Carolyn by the way. I suppose we should at least know each other’s names, right?”

The voice spoke up, and Sky wasn't quite sure whether the girl was talking to her, or not. Nevertheless, as she was in a particularly good mood, she decided to make her way over, offering a hand for the girl to take, “Nice to meet you Carolyn, Im Sky, Sky Evans.”

The first thing the girl would have noticed if they had met before, would have possibly been the girls abnormal shade of hair. However prior to the day they were to leave for summer camp, Sky had reverted to her natural shade of blonde. It seemed to suit her for the time being anyway, with that she offered a smile around.

Now Sky wasn't usually one to smile that often. Seemingly enough, she was quite cold and sarcastic when she wanted to be. [which was most of the time] However, she was taking a turn into her second year at Hogwarts and the haughty snake felt the need to break out of her shell a little. No doubt her princess-like, ‘I-am-too-special-for-you’ manner would still be evident, but at least she was putting in an effort this time to make a few acquaintances, or even friends. She spoke up again, her voice its usual posh authoritative tone, tucking strands of blonde hair behind her ears and standing up to her full height. “I heard that there is a BBQ later, would any of you be going perhaps?”

On the last days of the term when the details of the summer trip were announced, Calanthe was adamant that she would not attend. She had not been to a single Quidditch match in the school year and knew absolutely nothing about the sport. Plus, trying to keep up with the month’s schedule sounded harrowing. Sure, the girl was on a path to bettering herself, but being thrown straight into the center of a massive team-building activity was not the first steps she had in mind. But as the term drew to a close, Calanthe dreaded returning to her sad home in Brighton where she would undoubtedly begin re-fostering the very emotions she was currently trying to keep at bay.

To the summer camp I go.

The whole train journey to London was spent in her head, ignoring the chatter of her cabinmates and worrying about how she was going to survive all this social interaction. The closer they got to the Quidditch stadium, the more Calanthe was beginning to think that this was a bad idea. The crowds, the familial vibes, the game she knew squat about. This was going to be a terrible time and she knew it.

The feeling grew even worse when she overheard some people talking about how they were so happy that they signed up to be sharing a tent together. Calanthe felt like puking at the thought of experiencing that much enjoyment as well as a stab of regret for never finding a friend during the past ten months.

Instead of approaching a group and asking to stay with them – thank Pelor – she was assigned to a tent with some others were in a similar situation as her. Pointed in the direction of one of her tentmates, the two of them decided to find their commons together. Other than a curt hello, she said nothing to the other girl. On their way to the tent, conversation starters and small talk swam in her head. She wanted to break their awkward silence, but had no idea how. If the girl was paying attention to Calanthe, she would see the trademark scowl crossing her face, but instead of possessing scowl-ish feelings, it was just the face that Calanthe had become most comfortable with during her time at Hogwarts.

When they entered the tent, her companion brought her out of her head with some small talk. Calanthe looked up from her feet for the first time to observe the area. It was beautiful – almost too luxurious for her. She expected the student body to be roughing it out in the wilderness by the way purebloods talked about it. Of course, she knew some magic would be involved, but not like this. It was a perfect little home for the month and the best part that she could see was the beds. The intricate golden gates held long drapes of a white curtains, creating an ideal hideaway that Calanthe would definitely need for her time here.

With tunnel vision, the Gryffindor prepared to make a beeline to the bed in the corner when the other introduced herself as Carolyn. “I suppose we should know each other’s names, right?” It was a reasonable request, of course, but Calanthe found herself clawing through her brain again, trying to find a response that was friendly enough. When did it become this hard to talk to people? Before she could respond, another girl emerged from the tent she was eyeing and introduced herself as Sky, offering her hand to Carolyn.

“Hello. I’m Calanthe,” she hoped it did not sound too robotic, “Oh… and nice to meet you both.” She cleared her throat and left the two to dump her belongings on the bed in the other corner before anyone else could claim it. She had half a mind to stay there and curl up, away from more eyes, but decided against it, making her way back to the duo. “I… I’m not sure I’ll go. I think… I should stay here. Yeah, I’ll stay here. But if you guys are going, then… let me know how it went.” Is that what people say to each other? What else? She rubbed the back of her head, trying to drum up something that wouldn’t end their chat there. “Um... are you guys excited for the camp?”