"Oh ghosts," Jupiter exclaims sitting up and putting her phone down in her lap, heedless of nature sounds, like she's invented some sort of new cool catchphrase. (Oh ghosts!) "Yous guys ever think it's weird how, like, Peckenpaugh only has Mr. Qualls?" She starts, sounding like she's about to tell a very spooky story. "Doesn't Hogwarts have like, fuckin', a ton of ghosts?" A pause. "I mean, I know like pretty much everyone who's gone to Hogwarts has died or whatever. But, still." Okay, maybe not a story. Maybe just observational comedy? Or just observations sans comedy, based on the sound of crickets outside their tent.