Summer Camp Cabin of the Lethifold Closed

To be honest, Syrah did not know was a Lethifold was. She had never heard of such a creature. Unlike most of her peers who chose houses based on their favorite creatures, like Hypogriff, or Unicorn, or Basilisk, Syrah chose hers because of the Professor involved. Potions was going to be a major part of her life, and she knew if she wanted to get far at all, she needed the Potion's Professors support. And the only way to get that was to get the man to enjoy her as a student. She was planning on doing that.

She liked Valtome anyway. He was strange and forgien and distant, but he was like a puzzle. And now Syrah was no good at puzzles, but she did find much enjoyment when a peice was finally placed after a long, hard, search. She had learned a lot about him when he told Syrah about her mother, not as much as she learned about her mother, apparently, but probably more than any other student in Hogwarts currently new. Therefore, she had the upper hand.

As she made her way towards the cabin of the Lethifolds, near the Forbidden Forest, a nice touch, she became excited at the thought of the camp. She was overjoyed her parents allowed her to stay another month, even though she knew they desperately wanted her home after being gone a whole year. But they understood this was a great opportunity and so allowed it. Her view of the cabin began to shift as she got closer to it, and at first she was confused. She looked around, making sure she was still going in the right direction. But there was nothing else around except the distant view of another cabin she could already tell was not the right one. Soon the wonderful cabin from afar, turned into a dingy little tent.

And then the feeling hit her, and she began to understand. The air around her seemed to chill and become heavy. It did not faze her, she realized what was going on. The man used to be an actor, he may put up a mean, grumpy front, but she knew he loved theatrics. This was all it was, some kind of trick used to put the students in a confused and dazed state. She wouldn't fall for this one. And so when she flipped up the flap of the tent and walked into a gorgeous space, she was not surprised.

Valtome was standing, posh, in the middle of the room, Syrah was the first to arrive but her comrades slowly filled in around her, she did not have to wait long. Looking around she saw a completely bare space. Didn't the potions master set up anything for them? This was their home for a month, where were they supposed to sleep? She got a little annoyed for a moment, until the Professor started to speak.

Fainauriel spoke of the mascot of the cabin, the Lethifold. It almost seemed like he was teaching them what it was, but his language was so flowery she honestly didn't understand a thing expect they were apparently scary things that - ate dreams? Maybe? She wasn't sure. She became even more confused when he related the creature to the campers themselves. How were they supposed to be Lethifolds?

She did, however, understand when the man described the space as completely customizable, and apparently,by magic. Now that was exciting. Valtome pointed at Syrah then, inviting her to begin the process. She froze, her imagination blank. She needed more time for this.

To start out she chose a corner, the far right corner to be exact. She enjoyed sleeping up against walls. Speaking of sleeping, she needed a bed. Okay. What kind of bed? Syrah loved waterbeds, loved them, she had one at home and missed it dearly. Pointing her wand at the corner she imagined the bed, dressed in a blue and green comforter with leafy designs. It had two pillows, big plush ones, and flannels sheets since she was easily cold. Suddenly it appeared, as if straight from her mind. She giggled and grinned up at her instructor before beginning again.

She needed a place to store her things. She wanted a wardrobe and a cubie shelf. They both appeared in a dark wooden color, pushed up against a large divider made of woven and black dyed bamboo. The divider outlined her space in the cabin and gave her a bit of privacy. At the foot of her bed, she created a chest, to place more unnecessary things in. It was a pretty chest, looked like ones in old movies, with golden hinges.

The floor below she turned into a smooth stone, warmed from beneath, or so it seemed, so when her sleepy feet touched the ground they would not be shocked awake with frozen rock. But the most impressive part of her display was the ceiling. Here, and it reminded her of the Zwevendous spell, she created thousands of tiny purple, blue, green, yellow, red, lights that formed in clusters to look like the milky way galaxy. The lights were not bright and she would be able to stare at them as she fell asleep.

Those were the words Cel uttered as she entered the cabin sotto voce and softly surprised. They meant all the gods, the Latin equivalent of my god, and as usual, were used to express surprise or fear. She'd shut her eyes in the darkness from before, trying with all her will not to notice the sudden lack of light, and though she had failed, Cel was startled at the apparent light within the large tent. Blank, absolutely nothing on its floor... how were they to sleep, she wondered? But Professor Valtome was far from ignorant and, forgive me and the truth, far too vain to leave the tent unembellished.

Lethifolds, creatures that she had read about and quite liked, to be frank. Dark, cryptic, dangerous creatures, they were, the creatures of Letum's Gates, creatures of death. How ironic it was that Living Shrouds were found in tropical zones. The unique creature as the cabin animal had caught her eye immediately; the thespian professor leading it had been a pleasant surprise as well, and though she might have feared the dark, darkness would always embrace her in its soothing arms of night. This, she mused as the elf explained in corybantic flourish the virtues of the Lethifold, is not a night of nightmares at all. No... this was a dreamscape.

Her lips adorned her face with a rare smile as she began to understand the point of the blank canvas set before her-- she was meant to paint it. Immediately she darted into the far left corner-- what better than a pair of walls to work with?-- unmistakably claiming the space as her own. What to add; what would she need?

Well, first to mark the borders of her territory, then. The image of the curved screen, made up on hundreds of strands of beaded turquoise string stretching from floor to ceiling appeared in her mind easily, and she shut her eyes to add to it. Cel wanted the bottom and top ends of the string to be connected to the floor and ceiling respectively and stretched taut, the space enclosed to be a wide quarter circle, an opening enclosed by a light aluminum bar spanning the gap like a gate, the clasp a stylized C that might swing inward to allow entry. Now. How to bring it to life?

Drawing her chestnut wand out of her sleeve, the girl held the image in her mind as she pointed its tip toward the corner of the wall, backing up a few steps. Quite frankly, she had no idea what she was doing, but she reached for the thought and pushed it, sending it out toward reality-- and then suddenly there it was, like the screen of television flashing into a different scene, its teal beads swaying with disturbance. For a moment she gaped, and then she grinned, raising her wand again.

Many items followed. A bed, for example, a sheer, round canopy embroidered with turquoise designs cascading down from the ceiling, existed. It, however, instead of taking the shape of a regular rectangle, looked more like a round nest of pillows covered by blankets, dark navy and decorated with patterns of swirling blue fire on the covers, and thick cords suspended it from the ceiling, a comfortable, extravagant hammock. The walls on either side were hollowed out to form shelves, patterned through with curving filigree of bronze, and a section of wall was covered by an open closet painted with the artful illustration of several of her favorite book covers arranged next to each other and with hinged doors adorned with mirrors bordered with metal lacework, but above the closet was a space filled with pillow, blankets, a bean bag, and a bright lamp: a loft, one for reading. A short, spiraling staircase as well as a small climbing wall led the way to the small space, large enough for her to stretch out comfortably in, and it was curtained off by a sheet of silken blue fabric. Other items were added rather spontaneously on a whim as well-- canvases with Latin script painted artfully with shimmering metallic paints flaunted at the back of each wall shelf, a polished steampunk clock bordered with more grillwork attached to the ceiling above her bed, a tiny half-circle piece of wood jutting out from another section of the wall and a kneeling cushion for a desk and chair, the thin ring of clear water illuminated by light that ran under the divider's ends, the furry rug covering the ground and emanating warmth, the accurate moon lighting the entire space from the dark black ceiling blinking with starlight. Celynne took a seat on the edge of her new bed, trying to imagine what else to add.

 A Lethifold was a creature Asteria didn't really know a thing about, she had come across small articles on them in books, but she didn't dwell on them long. Asteria was happy when her parents let her stay for summer camp; camping was something Asteria always wanted to do but never did. Asteria never thought that she would get the chance to do so at Hogwarts.Asteria made her way down the lush green school grounds, it was a beautiful summers day and she needed to head toward the Cabin she'd be staying in. As she walked down the path, Asteria thought to herself that this would be a good way to get to know at least one of her professors and fellow students. She also wondered what exactly they'd be doing here at camp anyway.

 Getting closer to the edge of the forest where the Cabin was, Asteria saw what she assumed to be a house. It was amazingly large, and certainly eye catching to say the least, "Woah." Asteria muttered under her breath as she continued onward. As she got closer however, the size of the house seemed to have shrunk, and it started to look less interesting than it did before. In fact, it wasn't a cabin at all...it was a tent! The tent was a simple cream colour and nowhere near as large and fancy as it seemed before, what kind of spell-work was this? Where the others 'Cabins' like this as well? Suddenly, a chill fell upon Asteria,the vibes of the area radiated with a sad and gloomy aura, it was much darker than  previously.
This only increased Asteria's curiosity however, it took more than this to frighten her. Asteria watched her breath rise into the air of her now dark surroundings, this certainly was an interesting way to start camp. The strangest thing of all however, was how quiet it had gotten the closer she got to the tent. It was as if the whole world just melted away, leaving only her and the area she was currently in. Overall, Asteria could compare this to a strange dream with one weird, unusual thing after the next.

 Pushing aside her thoughts on the rather unusual walk here, Asteria opened the flap of the tent and entered though. Upon entering, Asteria's dark green eyes observed her new surroundings. The inside was as large as the image of the house she saw before she got closer.Glamorous would be the proper word for it Asteria thought, as her eyes took in the color that the tent was decorated. It was a perfect shade mixture of Silver and gold, a rather lavish color if you asked Asteria.The room was large, surprisingly large if you've never seen magic before in your life. The strangest of all would be the fact that there was no furniture, no beds,chairs,or lights yet the room was still lit.

 What Asteria was most thankful for however was that it was no longer cold, she didn't like the cold that much at all. The vibe of the room was a lot easier, it almost made Asteria feel at home one could say, still it was quiet. Not like outside though just a normal kind of quiet, the kind of quiet you get when there is an important test, or when you're at a library. Leave it to Professor Valtome to pull of something like this. Asteria's eyes eventually landed on the other students who would be in the cabin with her.

 A person standing in the middle of the room, he was telling her to come closer to him, just how long was he standing there? Asteria didn't have to look twice to know who it was however. Only Professor Valtome would dress so chic that she knew of. Taking a few steps forward, Asteria listen to the professor as he explained what a Lethifold was, and how the room worked. So we have to use imagination to create our areas? That sounded fun enough for her. Asteria thought long and hard about what to make her space look like, finally it came to her. Asteria headed for one of the available corners on the left, taking out her wand, Asteria thought of a bed almost like the one she had at home. It was nice, extremely comfortable, and a perfect fit for her, the sheets were a beautiful deep shade of blue and the pillow was not too fluffy. Next she pointed her wand next to were the head of her bed laid and imagined a draw for her things. As if it were waiting to be called, an oak draw appear next to her bed the handles gleamed silver and were decorated with little images of a fleur de lis. Asteria briefly stopped, wondering what to add next.

Unlike most of his friends Edric had chosen to stay another month at Hogwarts. It didn't have anything to do with a wish to remain in the castle longer however, but stemmed from the fact that staying at Hogwarts was better than staying at home with only his father and older brother Harry for company. His mother was in Germany visting family with the eldest, Adair, and since Edric had had the visit during the Easter holidays for himself his mam had decided that he would have to sit this one out. Grandma was visiting her cousin at the Channel, and being at home alone with Harry, who was lovesick over his new girlfriend, for company would have been torture despite the prospect of seeing the hippogriffs again.

When he walked up the Cabin of the Lethifold he reconsidered if he'd really made the right voice, however. The atmosphere around what had first appeared to be a giant, luxurious castle and now on closer inspection looked more like any tent, was gloomy, to say the least. Edric didn't hear a single animal, be it bird or rodent or anything else, and not even the grass or the branches of the nearby trees seemed to emit a single sound. It was an eerie feeling, like the place was somehow cursed - which of course ridiculous, as Professor Valtome was many thing but not a man, half-elf, who had a wish to kill his students.

So he continued onwards, careful with his steps and holding his breath in anticipation as he came to a stand in front of the tent. It really was a tent. An ordinary tent. Too ordinary for their Potions Professor, who could be called many things, but not ever ordinary. He could see his own breath when he exhaled, and wondered when the temperature had dropped so drastically. It was the middle of summer, it shouldn't be that cold, not even in the Scottish Highlands.

With shaking hands he opened the flaps of the tent, stepped through... and stared, completely in awe.

This was a lot more like Professor Valtome. The room - more hall than room, really, that's how big it was - was huge and decorated in gold and silver. There was no furniture however, just bare walls, floor and ceiling. How strange.

At least it was warm now, Edric thought while he looked around the vast expanse of the room. There were other students in attendanceat least, so he shuffled closer to the group around their Professof and listened as the told them about Lethifolds. To be honest it sounded very scary, a creature that killed you in your sleep, that devored you while you were defenseless, dreaming. He shuddered at the thought alone and hoped that he'd the fortunate enough to never meet a living Lethifold ever.

Edric watched as first Syrah and then two other girls, a Ravenclaw and a Gryffindor, walked forward to create their own sleeping space. He was nervous, as he had no idea how to build his sleeping place "from within is mind". Creativity wasn't his strong point, or at least he'd never done anything were you needed to be creative, like drawing, playing an instrument, writing... he gulped and praid that wouldn't embarrass himself in front of the other students.

When it was finally his turn he slowly stepped up to an empty space, ready to imagine, well, he didn't really know what. Not his dorm in the castle. It was pretty with the green light from the lake, but Edric favored the sky over the depth of the ocean, and open space over crammed dorms. His bed at home was solid and comfortable, but his room was cluttered with stuff and relatively unused but for the bed because he spent most of his time outside with the hippogriffs. He'd slept with them too, more than once actually.

He automatically imagined a hippogriff nest, made of pillows instead of straw and an oval shape rather than the usual round form and watched, enthralled, as it actually appeared as he'd thought it would look: a mattress covered in petrel and chestnut pillows, with a fluffy dark brown blanket. Oh. That was... not easy, but he could do that. Edric imagined a wooden bedside table and a drawer, just as he had them at home, and looked on with big amber eyes as they took form beside his bed.

Just because he could, he imagined a drawing of Butterwing, his favorite hippogriff, on the ceiling, magical of course. He watched in awe when it appeared, the hippogriff staring at him and opening his butter-colored wings in greeting. "Hey, buddy," he greeted his friend.

Maybe this would be a fun month after all.

Kyden knew what a Lethifold was but he hadn't chosen that Cabin because of it being Lethifold. He had chosen the Cabin of the Lethifold because the Head of the Cabin was Fainauriel Valtome. He wouldn't say Professor Valtome was his favorite professor because at this current point in time Kyden wasn't sure he had a favorite professor at the school. However he had grown to really like Professor Valotome during the past school year and still hoped to excel in Potions. 

He walked towards the cabin slightly nervous. Once he had entered the cabin and listened to what Professor Valtome had to say, he looked around to find a spot that was secluded and set off from most of the others. He sat down leaning his back against the wall so he could think. Growing up in an orphanage he had never had a room to himself let alone been able to create one to match his heart's desire. He knew Professor Valtome had said he could change as much as he wanted but he wanted it as close to perfect as he could get it the first time around.

Finally He had it envisioned in his mind. He dreamed of a large room with blue and green walls. 2 walls of each color. He saw a large bed. Nothing to special about the bed other than its size. He also envisioned one wall of bookshelves completely filled with all kinds of books. In the corner of the room was an art area. A special area where he could draw and paint to his hearts content. He didn't need or want much but what he wanted was so special to him. He was excited for this adventure.

To be honest, Angela was dying to return home. She missed her sisters and parents so much. But when she heard of this camp... She couldn't resist. The opportunity to spend more time with her peers - heck, even with some of her teachers - doing only fun stuff without all these exhausting classes... It was too much to reject and go back to Oxford. She will see them soon enough.

For now, she was slowly walking to her new cabin, navigating between all the students with her trunk. She didn't like Lethifolds, and she didn't like Valtome. He was weird. And it wasn't the right kind of weird. The way he spoke made him seem pompous and pretentious. Angela preferred people who were more down-to-earth... or up-from-earth, she giggled inwardly, thinking of professor Falke. But Falke didn't have any cabin, and she got to the signups a bit late anyway - when all the good cabins were already full. Her own Head of House didn't allow her to join the cabin of the Occamy. Thanks, professor Scheinberg, you unkind troll, thought Angela reproachfully. What good is a Head of House if she doesn't have even a bit of friendliness towards her own students?

Deep in thoughts like this, she got to her destination - a small pale tent. Of course, it was small only from the outside. Hopefully inside it's more spacious. It was getting more and more unpleasant as she was coming closer, she felt chill on her cheeks and a weird pressure in her ears. That was interesting. If it was some repel against strangers, why did it apply to the cabin inhabitants too? Maybe it will disappear once she accommodates there?

Inside the tent was, as expected, much larger, but also really pretty. She looked around on all the silver and gold decorations. This was so cool. It almost made her not listen to Valtome, who appeared in the center to, apparently, give them a lecture about Lethifolds. She already knew what they are, of course: repulsive and dangerous creatures. But what Valtome said about their control of dreams did sound appealing.

So they are expected to make themselves all the furniture and stuff? This is so awesome! Her mind raced with different ideas. She pointed at a chosen spot - making sure it's next to Syrah's space - and first of all imagined a bed: a huge dark blue egg with a soft mattress in the middle. Surely enough, it just appeared exactly where she wanted. Amazing! She decided to cover the shell with silver vines, leaves and birds and add an extremely puffy silvery comforter, filled with owl feathers. Because why not? She laughed to herself. This will be perfect to sleep in after a long day. She added a small silver ladder to make it easier to climb inside the egg.

At the foot of the bed it would be best to place something to put her stuff into. Maybe a small and simple silver chest, of course it will be more spacious inside. And for the decorations... Maybe an elegant shelf above the bed. And on it: a mechanical owl figurine with ruby eyes... a picture of her laughing with sisters... a dark wooden wand stand for when she's sleeping... and lastly, her remembrall. It's pretty - and she won't need it anymore for the duration of the camp.

She looked at her creation - at what her imagination gave her - and clapped her hands in excitement. What an incredible beginning for this camp. She couldn't wait for what else will happen here.

Elora wasn't quite sure what her cabin would be like. She knew what a Lethifold was, to some degree. A creature, highly dangerous at that, that resembles a thick cloak, and can only be stopped by a Patronus charm. She didn't quite know why she had chosen it, only that she had and now was walking towards what seemed to be a large...shape. 

She couldn't quite make out what it was, just that it was large, seemingly extravagant, and near the Forbidden Forest. 

Elora grinned excitedly. There was a darker side to her that no one really knew, or thought she could have because of her stuttering exterior. But things like this, despite her fascination with bright and unusual things,  dark, mystical auras always intrigued her.

The Forbidden Forest created a perfect backdrop for this mysterious cabin. The trees loomed overhead, their enormous roots jutting out from the ground.  

But as Elora neared the cabin, she realized it was smaller than she had anticipated, and wasn't a cabin...but a tent. Strange. Then again, looks can be deceiving. 

She stepped into the tent, pushing back the flaps and was greeted with decor that didn't match the exterior, but matched something that you would expect from a magic school. It was decorated with a mix of gold and silver, and much larger than she thought.  A few other students were in the tent, but no one she recognized. 

The Professor, Professor Valtome, explained how we would create our own rooms with our imagination. Elora smiled. Arts were her strong suit, so being able to create something with her mind? That was a dream come true for her. 

 When it was her turn, she stepped over to an empty corner of the room and took a deep breath in. What should she imagine? 

Elora let out a breath and began thinking. Of course, she would need a bed. Her mind immediately went to a hanging bed, one that could sway gently, almost like a circular, padded hammock. Except with a special cover bunched at the top of the strings that, if she pulled on a small rope would fall around the bed, creating a sort of hanging teepee. 

Like, well, magic, it appeared, complete with plush pillows with music signs on them, a few plushies of different mythical creatures, and a fuzzy blanket. The bed frame itself appeared to be made of some sort of deep purple wood that's almost a black colour.  The sheets and the sheet that would drop down were a deep, wine red colour and the blanket was a dark teal. The stuffed animals were a hippogriff, bowtruckle, and a phoenix. Elora wasn't sure why they had shown up, perhaps they had popped up in the back of her mind, as they were the same ones from her room at home. The pillows were a mix of those three colours. Strung throughout the strings holding it up were fairy lights and stars that she could switch on and off. 

Near the bed, she imagined a  vintage trunk to keep her supplies and books and such, a larger wardrobe in the same vintage style. To outline her space, she turned the floor surrounding her to a dark, warm rosewood. 

Finally, she thought up a small desk, again made of Rosewood, with a shelf behind it, along with a comfortable chair and drawers to store her pencils and other supplies, a place where she could read or write or compose or do whatever. 

Though her space wasn't extremely extravagant, the Professor did say they could create and remove things, so if she thought of anything, perhaps she would be able to add it. 

Elora took a step back, proud of her work and excited for whatever else came her way. 

Lyonel knew about the Summer Camp since it had been announced officially, since the owls had been sent to the dozens of parents from children that were taught in Hogwarts. His parents found it a good idea, or his father did and had done everything in his power to convince his mother and Lyonel. In the end they young boy with the platinum white hair agreed to the pleads of his father, just to satisfy him. Lyonel knew his father always had wanted to visit Hogwarts; to get taught there. But he was born a Squib and therefore never received the letter he had been hoping for.

Surprised had he been when he skipped through the information and spotted the name of his favourite professor, Professor Valtome. He was an excellent Potion Master but what was most important- he was half elf and as beautiful as he himself would be once. Directly and without hesitation, Lyonel began to fill in the form, signing up for the Cabin of Lethifold, a creature he had read about.

When approaching the cabin, their destination, the young boy was sure that it must be some misunderstanding. There was no way that the Potions professor would voluntarily sleep within a tent. He wouldn't have allowed this to happen, when other Cabins looked decent. He could find himself getting goosebumps as the temperature dropped and a beautiful silence took over. The ground swallowing the steps so that not even the rustling of the small leaves could be heard.

Together they entered the tent, while Lyonel tried to touch the object as little as possible before stepping inside. He felt his fingers itch slightly, where they touched the tent. His gloves where still in the backpack. He hold out for a few seconds, as he listened to the professor hold his speech. It was a shame that he couldn't quite concentrate on what the professor was saying as his breath quickened while he shakily took a look around. His head began to swirl as he could feel the germs that the other had left on the tent, where his fingers brushed over, spread over his skin. He should have worn his gloves.

While the professor didn't even finished with his speech, Lyonel pulled his backpack from his back and frantically - but without noises - began to search through it to reach the disinfectant spray that he kept at the backpack’s ground. When his fingers curled around the small flask, he quickly pulled it out and let the liquid dribble onto his palm, before closing the lid of the flask. He rubbed his hands together, covering every spot with the liquid that gave off the familiar faint smell that quickly invaded his senses, letting him relax as he looked up at the professor. He hoped he had not interrupted whatever the professor had said, as he stored the disinfectant in his backpack.

He only heard part of what the professor had told them, but it was enough for him to know what to do. Lyonel tugged out his dragon hide gloves from his pocket and slid them on, before he chose a place for himself. He kept throwing glances at the professor, would he hate him now because of his small panic attack? He had far worse attacks in the past and would not forget to put on his gloves in here again, whenever he left the cabin. However as he didn't really listened he took a glance at the professor.

As much as the young newly second year Hufflepuff was excited for camp, she couldn't help but tremble at the thought of spending all of her time with the angry potions professor. But regardless, she was surprised her dads let her stay a while at Hogwarts. Rosie had never done anything like this before, and it'd be a nice change. The only thing she was disappointed about was the fact her cabin was full of people she didn't know. Her other friends were in their own cabin, and it was too late for Rosie to try to enter it before it was full. Her friend Max had joked about sneaking her in a big trench coat with Eris, or into his backpack, and for some reason, Rosie had small hope he was serious. That would be an interesting situation. Could Max even carry her? Who knew.

Anyways, Rosie glanced up to see the professor talking. She felt a chill go down her spine. Valtome just didn't give her the right vibe. He was scary. But Rosie didn't hate him! He was probably a wonderful person! It was just that Rosie was easily scared, especially by teachers like him. He border-line threatened people in his class! It was terrifying. Valtome talked about his cabin, and Rosie was silent as he spoke, she learned that the hard way.

After he was done, Rosie went straight to her bed, dumping her bag off. She hopped on it and bounced on it a few times to see if it was worthy of being jumped on. Rosie concluded the bed was jump-bed worthy. She giggled and leaned back, staring at the ceiling.