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[sub][color=silver]Mentions: [color=5df578]Kate [@sassy1085][/color], [color=9990bf]Iris [@Blizz][/color], [color=82ca9d]Uaithne [@Tracyarmav][/color], [color=darkorange]Charlie [@KaijuBaragon][/color], [color=darkmagenta]Jean- Luc [@Hitman][/color], [color=87ceeb]Dakota [@Hitman][/color],  and [color=e9dd25]Calypso [@canaryrose][/color][/color][/sub][/center]
As more people joined the blonde next to the dancing flames of the fire, Maggie wondered how everyone else was feeling about the events of the afternoon and evening. Usually at home, her family would gather around the dinner table and debrief at the end of a long day- her mother would often tell some amusing stories about her clients, and her father would be stressed after a difficult set of meetings. Since she was observant and quiet, the girl would describe in detail funny anecdotes from school about the antics her classmates were getting into, but never any that involved her.  

But, tonight was different and instead she sat in the middle of the clearing with people she barely knew. Kate started talking about telling a ghost story, Uaithne was boiling a kettle of water for tea, Iris mentioned doing drugs, and Charlie was pondering going night fishing. Maggie evaluated the prospects and looked at them all with raised eyebrows. First, she turned to the curly haired girl, [color=ACA1CD]“Iris, I don’t think drugs will do you any good right now. Who knows what was in that wellspring water that we drank earlier…”[/color] Maggie then looked at the redhead, [color=ACA1CD]“And Charlie, I highly doubt you’ll be able to catch anything in the dark… you probably won’t even be able to see the edge of the creek, so I hope you can swim.”[/color] She quipped with a smirk. 

She was about to say something else when Jean-Luc appeared next to her, inquiring about the novel in her hands. The girl noticed he was also holding one- a fellow bookworm! [color=ACA1CD]“Oh, it’s historical fiction. It’s about a woman who travels through time and ends up in different pivotal moments in history. It has a bit of romance, adventure, and I really like the author’s writing.”[/color] Maggie wasn’t used to being so chatty, but she took it in stride as she explained what was in between the pages. She took a moment to examine the beautiful design on the worn cover of the book that the boy was holding. [color=ACA1CD]“What’s yours about? That’s a gorgeous cover- it also looks well loved.”[/color]

Kate began to tell their story, capturing Maggie’s attention. It started very unassumingly, and the blonde related to the main character’s plight of not having many friends. But quickly, it became a gruesome story of death and havoc, none of which she was interested in. The girl squirmed in her seat and became wary when the bushes began to move, but breathed a sigh of relief when it was only revealed to be an animal and not the witch in the story that they described. Another scary story was about to begin, and the blonde didn’t want to hang around to hear it.

[color=ACA1CD]“I’m going to politely pass on any other ghost stories- I’m already going to have nightmares about what happened at the ritual and I don’t need to add anything else to that list.”[/color] Maggie grimaced, standing up and brushing herself off before walking away with purpose from the roaring campfire and over to Calypso and Dakota. They were sitting to the side and away from most of the group, which was comforting to the blonde. 

[color=ACA1CD]“Hey… mind if I join you two? Kate and Isolde are telling ghost stories, which isn’t exactly my scene.”[/color] The girl asked delicately, silently hoping that she wasn’t intruding on their conversation.