"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.
Freya, who wanted to go to Hogwarts when she was a kid, rolls over and props herself up on one elbow. "They have so many ghosts," she chimes in enviously. "Can you imagine the cool stories they could tell? Literal ghost stories."
Audrey tucks her knees under her chin, sitting up so she can see both her tentmates. This is Important. "I think it's just because. You know. We have a lot of animals. I bet all our ghosts live in the woods." She pauses for effect. "In the ghost cryptids' stomachs. Don't you think?"
"Ohhhh! A magical being that snacks on ghosts? No way." Jupiter's grin goes toothy. "I wish we had more ghosts, but if they're all getting eaten by some cryptid, I guess that is acceptably creepy. I bet the library should be haunted as hell, though."
"All the best libraries are haunted," Freya agrees, who also finds the idea of a ghost-eating cryptid thrillingly creepy. "I mean, ours even has the whole spooky locked door thing going on. Hey, maybe all the ghosts are trapped behind it!" She conveniently forgets for a moment that ghosts aren't limited by the laws of physics.
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