Around the Campfire GotU Cabin

Speech -- Thoughts

One of these days, Pam was going to end up confessing her undying love for Mamori Anezaki.

Or his brain. Ideas. Whatever.

Had Pam mentioned how big her sweet tooth was? Anyone who knew her for a while knew her love for all kinds of sweets, especially chocolates. So, when the pink haired cosplayer of Anya Forger (Pam had no clue since when her brain had taken to calling him that, all she knew was that she was keeping it) had shown up with the huge bag of marshmallows, she had probably been the happiest of the whole lot. Besides, considering that her occasional longing for the green potion had not fully died (or come even close really) all kinds of sweets had proven to be a pretty good replacement.

Downside of such sweets loving? She had practically squeaked like an idiot in her attempt to not scream out of joy and had probably, probably ruined whatever little public image that had come into existence with the presence of three new people.

Not that that bothered her much.

Aurelia Valentine was the opposite of her in this situation. The girl had been unhappy at the thought of the activity and even more at the fact that Ruth had put her in charge of the situation. So she had taken a quick leave after threatening to hex them into oblivion. Had she been scary? Yes. Did Pam had a habit of laughing when she was scared? Also, yes.

In her opinion, she had probably been given the easiest of jobs. Collecting blankets and pillows? She was all for it. Besides, most of the boys, besides Mamori had been tasked with collecting wood and the last time she had tried that while camping with her father......well, she would prefer to not have that happen again. It's a good day to be a female.

So she followed Aurelia into the girls' room, not bothering to try to keep the skip out of her movements. Of course, she did not forget to grab her best friend along the way, "Let's go." She sang to Ira, adding under her voice, "Should we try annoying Auri some more?"

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

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BEAUXBÂTONS
2025-02-13
@Ruth Fairchild, @Janosch Dehoff, @Pamela Graham, @Ira Thornfield, @Saunders Napier, @Aurelia Valentine, @Ameko Minatozaki

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For someone who radiated pure innocence at first glance, Ruth had a surprisingly devious side that Mamori was becoming increasingly aware of. Exhibit A: her bizarre ninja-like tendency to lurk in the common room with minimal presence, only to materialize behind someone's back and nearly trigger a cardiac arrest. Exhibit B was that recent Quidditch match where she'd started blatching opponents barely five minutes into her first ever game, treating it like some textbook-approved move rather than the obvious foul it was (and no, he absolutely wasn't bitter about her stealing his blatching role). Now, Exhibit C: this entire marshmallow roasting fiasco. The event was her brainchild, and she'd probably had a hand in the task assignments too, yet somehow Aurelia — who'd rather eat dirt than organize social events — was now front and center, playing dictator and barking orders while Ruth maintained her carefully crafted image of angelic neutrality in the background. No doubt she was waiting for the perfect moment to step in as the voice of reason, further cementing her reputation as everyone's favorite mediator. Mamori was seriously starting to wonder if Ruth had blackmail material on Aurelia. It was the only logical explanation for why the usually stubborn girl had shown such sudden compliance. And this, folks, is why we don't share potentially incriminating information with Ruth Fairchild. Not even under torture. Not even as a deathbed confession. As for Aurelia's endless spiel about Four-Point spells and red sparks and how they'd somehow manage to embarrass the entire school by getting lost in the woods — Mamori had learned to tune out these parts. Classic Aurelia and her worst-case scenarios, where apparently a simple firewood collection could spiral into the apocalypse — never mind that 99% of her doomsday predictions existed purely in her imagination. The way she was going, combining her love of hearing herself talk, walking dictionary syndrome, and chronic overthinking, she'd be sporting wrinkles and grey hair before their final exams even started. Before the girls could vanish into the distance, Mamori quickly dumped his oversized bag of marshmallows and shot his hand up. "Point of order," he started, keeping the tone as non-confrontational as possible, "While I wholeheartedly support this wonderful initiative, I do have some thoughts about the task distribution process. Perhaps we could explore a more democratic approach? Maybe let people choose their roles, or better yet, let Lady Luck decide through the time-honored tradition of drawing lots?" Prep work suited him fine, especially since he'd contributed a third of the ingredients, but boys help boys. These poor homies being sentenced to manual labor would never forgive him if they came back covered in soot only to find him lounging around stuffing his face with marshmallows & chocolates. That was a one-way ticket to social exile in the boys' dorm — best case scenario would be cold shoulders for a week, worst case they'd hex his blankets to feel perpetually damp. And Mamori rather liked his blankets dry and his roommates speaking to him. Turning to Ruth, he added, "Ruth, since this was your idea, don't you think the task assignments could use a touch more... fairness?" Which was his polite way of saying 'stop lurking in the shadows and take some responsibility for this mess, girl.'

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Date: 12/02/25

Word counts: 273

Jan wasn’t fond of going outside at night, especially in a forestry environment. The air was quite chilly in Beauxbatons', wildlife animals might appeared, and worst of all, it cut into his beauty sleep. He much preferred to be tucked under a warm blanket, waking up refreshed instead of groggy and itchy. But, of course, that wasn’t an option tonight.

When he was assigned to gather firewood, he had sighed—long and heavy, as if it would somehow lighten the burden. He didn’t bother arguing; collecting wood wasn’t difficult, just tedious. Like picking up trash and tossing it into the right bins. Very simple, indeed.

Still, he took his time getting up. The wooden floor of the cabin creaked as he dusted himself off, brushing stray wood shavings from his robes. His limbs felt heavy, not from exhaustion but from sheer reluctance. He rolled his shoulders, casting a glance toward Saunders and Ameko before speaking.

“C’mon, you two,” he said to them, voice flat with resignation. His sandy brown hair fell into his eyes, and he raked a hand through it before reaching for his lantern. “Grab a lantern as well.”

Jan lifted his own, its warm candlelight flickering behind the glass. The flame wavered slightly as he moved, casting shifting shadows along the wooden walls of the cabin.

The night air greeted him the moment he stepped outside, cool against his skin. It smelled of damp earth and pine, a scent he usually found pleasant—except when it meant being outside this late. He exhaled, watching his breath curl in the air before fading into the darkness.

This shouldn't take that long, right?.. Right?

Statistics: Stamina: 06 | Evasion: 08 | Strength: 01 | Wisdom: 09 | Arcane Power: 02 | Accuracy: 09