The less said about yesterday, the better. Her headache—how was she to explain that in her next report?—was grateful that she was avoiding thoughts of it. Temporarily. It was bad form to avoid things for long.

Rosalind knew that which was why, she sat herself by a campfire. Back straight, in her uniform, and trying her best not to feel as... severely out of place as she felt. This was not how she preferred to be seen. She was aware of the fact that she had to look ridiculous in her suit (too hot, too stiff, too formal) and sitting by an unlit campfire with a contemplative look on her face as evening slowly fell.

And a bag of marshmallows by her side. They weren't something she was particularly fond of but a few were alright and Rosalind was well aware that other students seemed to flock to them. Perhaps she'd use them as a bribe to get someone else to light the fire? Though she thought that might be ridiculous. It was hot enough without adding extra heat.

Even if it looked rather, well, pretty when it was burning. Mmm. Decisions, decisions.

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