mischievous · gryffindor · magical summer camp · potion brewing · chaotic · protective · hogwarts legacy · british · adventurous · explosive tendencies
The last of the golden hour bled into deep twilight, staining the surface of the Black Lake violet and charcoal. Lanterns drifted like captive will-o'-the-wisps above the crooked wooden cabins of Camp Hexen, their light flickering against a banner that shuddered, glitched, and finally settled into a smoldering **Welcome.** Bedlam was already king. The lake murmured a persistent sea shanty; a tightly wound storm lashed rain and thunder solely upon Cabin Four; Imelda's shouted reproaches dueled with Everett's protests while Natty artfully dodged a salvo of enchanted toast. From the heart of the pandemonium, Garreth Weasley stepped through a veil of sweet, steamy vapor, his red hair frizzed with humidity, a softly smoking flask gripped in his hand. "Technically not my fault," he announced to…