So I am banished to “camp”. Like blog is reminiscent of indigestion, camp is uncomfortably associated with polyester mesh shirts. “Camp” = orange stretch pants with purple leg warmers.
I am sharing a room with girls from different houses. It’s like living in a giant social experiment. Any moment now I expect to hear a voice over by David Attenborough. “And the Ravenclaw preferring to keep her territory clean takes exception to the Hufflepuff’s bra being layed out on the table. A confrontation will no doubt ensue after her feathers have been ruffled.”
In a fit of bonding we are playing 3 Truths and A Lie
* I went to a French Immersion primary school
* I watch pro wrestling as it’s a modern day soap opera
* I am afraid of rabbits.
* I tested highly for both Slytherin and Gryffindor.