“Maybe it’s a test.” Spoke a woman next to Maddox. She turned and looked at the woman. “Well then we’ll all be dead by then due to dehydration.” Maddox gave the woman a fake smile after her sarcastic comment. [i]Really. Could you stop with the Hogwarts talk please? We’re in the real world, not Narnia or something.[/i] She thought. She [i]wanted[/i] to say it out loud, but decided it was best not to, remembering the Asian boy who told her to stop ‘an-ta-go-ni-zing’ him, mimicking his pronunciation in her head.

‘Or maybe…?’ The woman said after she grabbed a quarter out of her pocket. ‘Hmm?’ Maddox looked at the quarter curiously, wondering what the woman was going to do with it. When she prayed to the skies after she threw in the coin Maddox couldn’t help but let out a sigh. “And what do the magic wizards in the sky say? Shouldn’t they be in some train station or something?” She mentally kicked herself for using the exact Hogwarts talk she despised, but that was beside the point. Jokes wouldn’t help the situation. All she wanted to do was have a private dorm, lay on her bed, and get some rest. The private dorm situation was sadly never going to happen, but she was owed at least a few hours of rest. 

“Where has Mikkish gone to?” She asked the woman when she noticed he just up and left them. “That’s rude…” she mumbeled. She’d to the exact thing many times in conversations, but Mikkish didn’t seem the type. “Oh well.” She said. “I’m gonna check out the rooms.”  She briefly stopped after she already started to make her way to the dorms and turned around. “Eh. Tag along if you’d like.” 

Once there she really wanted to punch someone. This was even smaller than her apartment. This was a Motel, a crappy one at that. She didn’t expect a room of 10 square meters per person, but this was more the size of a bathroom. “I must admit, I expected more from Maniacles. From a huge mansion one would expect private rooms. Instead they give us a tiny room for four people. FOUR!” To emphasise her point Maddox stood in the middle of the room and stretched out her arms until her fingertips could reach both bunkbeds. This was the size of a damn prison cell! 

“By the way, dibs on bottom bunk.” She attended camp enough times to know how quickly you had to say that. If you didn’t, you’d be stuck on the top bunk for the rest of the week. In this case longer than a week. How long [i]did[/i] they have to stay here? She took the job willingly, but if the quality of the rooms was any indication for the program, her hopes and expectations might just be way too high.


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Sorry, got busy. Was ready to post just now when I saw your post @Mikkish
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