Gwen had gotten up extra early, made sure her cabin was clean before heading out to find some breakfast. She grabbed some food, offering half of it to her mother, before scarfing down the rest. Then she headed to the arena to, hopefully, get some quiet as everyone else started to get going. She was jumped by Mrs. O'Leary, who was avidly licking her, but managed to push her off.
"I hear ya girl." Gwen laughed, as she grabbed some steaks from the meat shed that was firmly locked from Mrs. O'Leary since otherwise it would be gone within the hour. She tossed them in the air one by one as the giant Hellhound finished them off before moving to the spectator seats in the arena, and getting out her notebook. Given to her by her mother, it was the best way to keep track of all her records as it had unlimited paper. When she didn't want it, it would disappear, and when she did want it, it would come back. Very useful when you're in charge of A. making sure the Camp has enough luck to keep going and where that luck comes from, and B. Keeping track of all the bets and what various matches are happening that day. Gwen had just finished sorting on the Camp's luck when she heard someone come up to the arena. She closed the notebook to see Charlie come into the arena, probably to feed Mrs. O'Leary.
"'Ello Charlie." Gwen called, her Welsh accent slipping in as she watched him.