[She managed to find a bunk towards the back, claiming the top before Amelia swooped in and stole it. If Amelia was even going to bunk with her. A book lies open across her pillow and she's laying on her stomach with her chin in her hands and her feet propped on the back rail of the bed. For once it's not a proper textbook, but a guide to Quidditch. Someone plans to try out for the team next year. Any free time she can't spend on homework or on a proper broom is going to be spent with her nose in this book.
Of course camp is a hectic place and she glances up every once in a while. You never know what might get tossed around in this sea of firsties and up.]
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Of course camp is a hectic place and she glances up every once in a while. You never know what might get tossed around in this sea of firsties and up.]