Zaylin couldn’t help but laugh as the marching band emerged, their instruments blaring.

“Talk about perfect timing.”  She glanced to the fire as it crackled and spit. It flared up momentarily as one of the teachers fed the hungry flames, then returned to a normal blaze.

As the darkness finally settled over them, she began to tap her foot restlessly to the beat of the music. “I think one of the trumpet players is slightly off key,” she observed, standing and stretching. “I’m going to go walk around. You’re welcome to join if you want,” she glanced at Amy and Luca before taking a couple steps away.