You Can Cabin With Us
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xx | After eleven years (and a few months) of waiting, and pining, and hoping, and dreaming, Kahira Valerian was finally, finally at Hogwarts. She'd have to wait another month yet to get Sorted into Slytherin, which meant another agonising month of twiddling her thumbs and tapping her toes until she could finally do everything she'd dreamt of for ages: watching the mermaids in the windows of the commons, decorating her dormitory with her longtime best mate @Nova Vancourt, and, best of all, wearing Slytherin emerald without having to steal it from her brother @Blaize Valerian, just to name a few. Kahira was ambitious to a fault, a planner beyond anyone's wildest dreams, and she very nearly had her entire Hogwarts career already formed in her head. Straight Outstandings in her classes, but especially in Potions. Top of her class. The first in her year who would be granted unrestricted access to the Restricted Section for new and exciting brews. Maybe a stint on the Quidditch team if she was feeling particularly rebellious. By the time she walked the stage of the Great Hall as a graduating seventh-year, the spare she had been all her life would be no more; her parents would finally realise that she was the heiress they'd been waiting for, a smart, capable, beautiful, human daughter. And it was all beginning right here - right now - at camp. The redhead burst through the door into her empty cabin, her bestie Nova in tow, with an earsplitting grin across her porcelain face. The two girls had travelled together to camp, naturally, and had immediately checked the lists to see into which cabin they had been placed; Kahira was relieved to find that their group would only be four, further relieved to note Nova's name written just below hers, and even further relieved to recognise the surnames of the other two girls who had been placed with them. She didn't know the girls, per se, but certainly knew of the families, at least tangentially (in the Italian girl's case). Clearly, the camp organisers were onto something. Surely, they had chosen two other elite pureblood ladies to room with Kahira and Nova; they would all four be sorted into Slytherin, and together would show the world exactly what a pure pedigree was worth. She peeked into the four bedrooms, each with a pair of beds, and came back out to the common room, barely sparing a glance for the portraits and maps on the walls; her eyes were all for Nova as she offered her best mate an excited grin. "So, what do you think? Separate rooms, or should we practice for the Slytherin dormitories and share one?" |
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You Can Cabin With Us
@Kahira Valerian, @Idalia della Torre, @Caitríona MacDermott / Aug 1st, 2026 / outfit / magical law enforcement cabin
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It was easy for Nova to compare herself to her childhood friend. Kahira and Nova often seemed similar on the outside, preppy rich girls who carried status and ancestry. But their biggest difference wasn't their aesthetic disagreements; it was deep down, who they believed they were. Kahira was confident that she was going to prove herself here at Hogwarts; in her eyes, everything was falling into place. But whether it was the icy ignorance she received from her brother or the deep, undeniable gut feeling that Slytherin would not be her home, Nova had to constantly squash down her worries in order to appear as confident as her redheaded friend. Just catching her first glimpse of the castle on their way here had suddenly made the young witch quite nauseous, and she fought back a dizzying sense of deja vu.
She had never been here before, so why did she feel this place was so familiar? Of course, her family and countless other companions had described it, praising the institution as the greatest wizarding school in the world. But that wasn't quite it, and the brunette couldn't deny that this feeling, as well, was familiar: the feeling of knowing something, but not quite knowing why, and, even stranger, often not quite knowing... what.
It was a good thing, she guessed, that she had grown up an actress. Despite the thoughts in her head battling with her feelings, Nova's expression remained neutral, her eyes absorbing her surroundings and her appearance, as always, tailored near perfection. Her hair silky, her subtle makeup lightly done, her skin glowing, and her summer outfit tidy, Nova refused to share with anybody the sense of impending doom. Even though she knew she should trust this feeling based on a (albeit short) lifetime of existing with it and its tendency to be correct, the young girl desperately didn't want to believe in the notion that soon, every plan she had made for her future was going to be derailed.
Kahira marched into their cabin, and Nova followed, taking the space in. The interior was well designed, and Nova decided she liked their theme. It was more of her friend's palette, but for a temporary residence that was nice enough, she didn't really mind. The brunette didn't bother pointing out to her friend how good the navy and forest green looked together, her mission of convincing Kahira of blue's superiority forever futile. Even Kahira's suggestion of practicing for Slytherin carried her confidence, speaking the future as if it was something already decided, already set in stone.
Perhaps it was this fact of uncertainty, then, that scared her. Nova decided that must be the case, and that soon, when Kahira was right and they were sorted into Slytherin, this uncertainty would be slain and her doubts along with it.
She grinned, deciding, "We should practice for when we're in Slytherin." The young girl was hesitant to share her sleeping quarters with strangers once her time at Hogwarts truly began, but this would be a way for her to ease into cohabitating with others. Plus, she trusted Kahira and it wouldn't be the first time they had a sleepover. "I hope the other girls come soon," she said, making her way into one of the rooms and sitting down on a bed to claim it and test its comfort level. An itinerary laid on the bedside table, and she took it into her hands, looking at it and adding, "And that they're like-minded."
With a short read over the paper in her hands, Nova made a couple of mental notes for events to attend. "Find the Traitor sounds fun," she remarked and crossed her legs and continued scanning through the list of events. "I can't wait to be a duelist, but I suppose Hogwarts doesn't participate in the summer games anyway."
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Department of Magical Law Enforcement, seriously? Idalia scrunched her nose a little as she read her cabin assignment. Did they do research about students' families for this? The young witch wasn't exactly thrilled by the Ministry theme of summer camp, but being assigned to Law Enforcement was an extra kick. She could already hear her Nonno (grandfather) saying this was a sign.Saturday | 1 August 2026 | Hogwarts Campgrounds
@Kahira Valerian, @Nova Vancourt, @Caitríona MacDermott
With a small shake of her head, Idalia turned her attention to the names listed beside hers. Kahira Valerian. Nova Vancourt. Caitríona MacDermott. Although she had never met them directly, Idalia recognized that they all came from pureblood families. That was a good sign, an easy common ground to bond over. Were they all incoming first years? Would they all get along?
"I'll see you later, then," a brief goodbye to the taller girl beside her. Noelle Marsh, her sister. Of course they had arrived together, but Noelle had warned Idalia that they would likely be separated by cabin assignments. Now that it had been confirmed, Idalia braved the crowds alone in order to find her cabin. She was a bit surprised by the excitement in the air - it was palpable and infectious. Friends were reuniting after summers apart, new connections were being made, and literal magic was in the air.
By the time the brunette stepped through the door of her assigned cabin, her hopes were high. Idalia really wanted the start of her Hogwarts journey to be a positive one, and in her mind, that all depended on finding a solid group of friends before school started. Camp felt like exactly the place to do it, which was the main reason she had decided to attend. Her dark eyes took in the navy and forest green vibes. It was a nice space, very organized and impressive looking. She took a mild interest in the photographs on the wall, but she was most pleased to see the fireplace in the center of the room. As a person who felt cold often, she loved a good fire.
Voices? Idalia turned down the hall to the bedrooms, coming to a stop outside the first room where two girls were chatting. If she had arrived first, Idalia would've prioritized checking out the other bedrooms and laying claim to the best, but now her priority shifted. Make a good first impression, and make new friends.
"Hello, I'm Idalia della Torre. Pleasure to meet you both," Idalia introduced, a polite smile appearing on her lips. No teeth, of course. Her accent was English, but her Italian came out specifically when introducing her name. She would let them introduce themselves, and she would volunteer the fact that she was an incoming first year if the topic of age came up. But as they spoke, Idalia's dark eyes would be taking in their outfits, their mannerisms, their style. All important information.
It was evident they knew each other, which was mildly disheartening. Preexisting friendships were hard to break into, as she knew from experience, but not impossible. She'd just have to make a good impression on both of them. She loved Kahira's hair immediately, and Nova was wearing a cute cardigan not unlike her own. But denim? An interesting choice. It wasn't an opinion she would dare verbalize. Instead she would share the more genuine compliments in her head, "I like your necklace, Nova." and "That shade of green really compliments your hair, Kahira."
"So we're waiting on one more, a Caitríona MacDermott? Are either of you familiar with her?" she asked. Idalia was a little nervous they would say yes, in which case it would mean she'd be trying to worm her way into an existing trio friendship. Talk about impossible.
Outfit: Sleeveless white top with black and brown pattern. White front-tie cardigan. Black skirt. Black Mary Jane flats with white socks. (reference photo) Hair: Two French braids leading into loose curly pigtails. (see banner for reference)
2nd Gen PC: Idalia della Torre
1st Gen PC: Aaron Jones | iNPC: Madeleine Nakamura | Former staff account: Marcus Iwasaki
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