 Emm, Sammy, Adam, & Saros Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
He was bracing himself for a bombardment of questions about his Papa MacKenzie. But, surprisingly, they never came. Archie internally was relieved by this, so much so that a smile played on his lips. Maybe this camp wouldn't be such a bad thing after all (and if he failed miserably) if no one put two and two together...
Umm ... who was Emm? The boy, apparently named Sammy, caught him offgaurd with his question. "No?" the ginger replied. To be honest, he didn't know anyone here. "This is the --"
Words were cut off when the girl, Emm, grabbed both of his cheeks and pinched them. Inaudible words sounded, which for anyone that could decipher them would translate to a desperate cry for help. Sammy? Adam? A little help here? The could figure out how skirts worked later, no? The poor boy was too young to die like this! He thought he would've mastered flying on a broomstick before meeting his demise.
Then one of the big adults came by, only to tell Emm to not pinch so hard and break him before the bludgers got out. Archie's eyes widened a bit at this comment. They were going to pelt him with bludgers if he and his cheeks survived this whole ordeal? Didn't they know that flying was probably going to be a challenge of its own without the bludgers?
Oh Merlin help him.
Archie managed to pull himself away when the same adult who told Emm not to break him spoke to the whole group as a whole and announced that they would be getting started. The six-year-old took many steps away from the cheek-pincher because that was not something he wanted to experience again. Peace out, Girl Scout and friends.
It was then that another kid, a ginger just like him and seemingly closer to his age than the big kids, caught his attention. This seemed like a safer option over trying to get involved with the older kids. "Wanna be partners?"
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