The inside of the inflatable Taj Mahal was quite glamorous for a playhouse; but, like its walls, everything was inflatable. Inflatable portraits on the inflatable walls, inflatable cushions on the inflatable couches, inflatable coffee tables with inflatable coffee cups… it looked as if this playhouse belonged in a circus or amusement park rather than a campout at an university. But that was just the way things usually were with the loonies, nothing was ever normal.

Winston plopped down on one of the fancy shmancy inflatable armchairs, a red one, near the inflatable fireplace with fake inflatable plastic fire. He rested his unusually small feet on a footrest before the armchair and clapped his hands. At this, a little house-elf in an old rag (surprisingly enough not a plastic inflatable house-elf), apparated out of thin air. "Coffee," he stated simply, shoving his plastic cup at the little elf who nodded his little head before serving some coffee for his master and offering the cup with shaky hands. "So," started Sir Winston casually, taking a sip from his hot coffee. "Where should we start?"

Jillian watched with narrowed light brown eyes as Gingy disappeared into the inflatable Taj Mahal, throwing glares at everyone around before disappearing through the plastic door. What in the world was going on?! Since when did Sir Winston and Taylor allow anyone into their inflatable palace!? It simply made no sense! "Alright, they're gone now," whispered Jillian to Faris. "C'mon, let's move closer so we can listen to whatever they're planning. I've got a really bad feeling about this, it's like… they're joining forces or something!"

Oliver raised an eyebrow slightly at the shorter French girl as she shared with him she preferred 'simple and pure', something he wasn't quite sure he followed. "Care to elaborate, Miss Elzaira?" he asked with mock formality before chuckling softly to himself, listening as the girl then went on to consider the idea of getting her backpack. "That would be a good idea," the boy agreed with an amused smile and a nod; but if Layla didn't get her things, she'd have no tent or sleeping bag or anything. "I could accompany you, if you don't mind," he added with a bit of a boyish grin, offering an arm to the girl. "And perhaps, on the way, you could explain this 'simple and pure' deal to me."

Ginger step tentatively into the playhouse, his eyes scanning the plastic-laden sitting room. This was a madman's paradise. It was almost like a rubber room filled with all of the amenities that a wizard could ask for. The only thing that was (thankfully) missing was a straight jacket and a healing wizard with a large syringe, filled with calming potion, in his hands. Yes, Gingy had obviously been admitted to St. Mungo's before.

"Well-" Gingy began taking a seat on an inflatable chair across from Winston. As soon as he sat, a small hissing emanated from somewhere. He assumed that it was the coffee being made, so he continued, "We must recruit other students. Once we reveal how bad the enemy truly is, we can fight back and win the war." Ginger seemed to be sinking, sinking, sinking, and sinking... until he sat on a flattened mass of plastic on the floor. His wand, which had been in his back pocket, had pocket a large hole in the chair. Hopping up embarrasedly, his face flushed and matching his hair, he began, "I can fix that! I'm so sorry!" He quickly performed a spell, returning the inflatable armchair back to its previous state before sitting back down. He ears were still as red as tomatoes while Taylor quietly laughed as she stood off to the side.

Faris crept up to the side of the playhouse and stuck on an extendable ear, a flesh-colored cord leading to another rubber ear that he held tightly in his palm. Plastic was relatively thin, and that along with a bit of air was all that separated them from the lair of the loonies. He put his finger to his lips, telling Jillian to be silent while they eavesdropped

Winston narrowed his steel-gray eyes at Gingy as the boy destroyed one of his plastic armchairs, ready to start breathing fire on the boy before he proceeded to fix the problem with a wave of his wand and the armchair was brought back to its original state. Sir Winston let this one pass, though he kept his eyes narrowed slightly at Gingy, warily. "And how do you suppose we could recruit these students?" he asked. "Sir Winston hates to admit it, but those damn peasants are actually liked by most of the other peasants in this school. We should bribe them with the one thing no one can deny - money! Except the money is most certainly not coming out of Sir Winston's pockets! He shall donate a couple knuts, but no more than that… Sir Winston can't waste Daddy's fortune on worthless little creatures like the filth that roam this school."

Jillian followed closely behind Faris, following the boy's lead as he released his extendable ear, and she proceeded to release her own. She couldn't really hear much at first, but after a few seconds the sound quality increased and she was able to hear Gingy apologizing about something. It was then that Winston began to go on about bribing people and peasants liking other peasants and a bunch of nonsense that made no sense to Jillian. She exchanged looks with Faris, her brows furrowed as she silently asked, 'What are they talking about?!'

FARIS SIMPLY SHRUGGED, HIS BROW FURROWED AS HE ATTEMPTED TO LISTEN IN. THE EXTENDABLE EAR WAS PRESSED FIRMLY AGAINST HIS OWN EAR SO HARD THAT IT ALMOST HURT. THE QUALITY ON THIS TOY WASN'T VERY GOOD. He was determined to find out what the loonies were planning. If he and Jill let the madmen, and woman, frolick about doing abnormal things, the campout would quickly turn from fun to freakish.

Gingy sighed, taking a sip from his bendy straw. The drink that he had been served was divine. "I don't have much money. My savings go into my tuition here, and other student expenses. But... I believe you're wrong there." Taylor spluttered, her hand over her heart as she gave the Ginger student an incredulous look. Gingy saw the look on her face and continued, a small smile on his thin lips, "I'm friends with some peasants. I can connect with them on certain things. If you come along with me and I introduce you, we can explain to them that Jill and her friends," A small growl came out of his throat momentarily, "are building an army to take over."

Gingy smiled triumphantly, taking a smug sip from his bendy straw once more. Taylor's look of shock turned to one of pleasant surprise. She ran to Gingy's side and wrung his arm. "It's PERFECT!" She squealed, bouncing up and down on the floor of the playhouse. It was a wonder that her heeled boots didn't put holes in the plastic floor.

ooc: Excuse the caps in the first bit. My computer went a bit wonky.

ooc: :rotfl: It's ok, Melon!

Sir Winston's jaw dropped as Gingy had the audacity to tell him that he - the god of Wenlock University - was wrong. Wrong?! Sir Winston was never wrong! However, the blonde boy bit his tongue and kept himself from making comments as he listened to Gingy continue, this time explaining to him that he was good friends with some peasants and he could connect with them on certain things. "That, Sir Winston is sure of," muttered Winston bitterly, taking a sip from his coffee as he threw Gingy a death glare, listening as the redheaded boy continued, suggesting that he could bring Winston over and introduce him to the peasants and explain to them that Jill and her friends were building an army to take over. Sir Winston spit out his coffee, pure horror twisting his features into a rather ugly expression. "Introduce Sir Winston - the Sir Winston - to your little peasant friends?!" He seemed horrified by the idea, though he was sure his expensive attire and good looks could be a powerful weapon in building an army. Winston watched absentmindedly as Taylor began to bounce around with excitement, his cold gray eyes narrowed slightly. "Fine. But Sir Winston must have a stage and the peasants can not climb up on to it; they are not allowed any closer than ten feet of Sir Winston's presence!" he demanded, afraid to get any cooties from the riffraff that were the other Wenlock University students.

Jillian's brows were furrowed in concentration as she listened in on the conversation, not really able to hear as well as she had hoped to (she'd had these extendable ears for far too many years and had used them to the point where it was a miracle they worked at all now). The girl was only able to hear bits and pieces of Winston's and Gingy's talking before Taylor's squeals came through so loud and high-pitched that Jillian almost went deaf and was forced to pull the toy away from her ear with a grimace. After a couple moments of massaging her ear, the girl turned to Faris. "Well… I was only able to get a few things, though not enough to really understand their little plans. But I did hear something about an army," she shared quietly, not wanting anyone else to hear. "That group's more mental than I originally thought."

Taylor let go of Gingy's arm that she had been wringing about with excitement and composed herself, much to Ginger's chagrin. Sure, the arm that Taylor had been excitedly twisting was the one that she had nearly broken earlier in the day, but it was nice to get some female attention. Unlike the lack of attention that he received from that peasant, Jillian. Peasant, He pleasantly thought, a smirk forming on his freckled face, I must use that word more often. Standing up unsteadily and making his way across the way to where Sir Winston was perched, Gingy stuck out his undamaged arm. "Do we have a deal?" He asked, the fire of his anxiety to get the plans going burning brightly in his four-eyed gaze.

Taylor stood to the side smugly. Now she had two men to do her bidding. For now, she simply stood to the side and sipped from her plastic mug of coffee. She had to make them think that they had the power. It wouldn't be long before she would have Ginger wrapped around her finger and she would be able to become the leader of the resistance.

Faris handed the extendable ear back to Jillian, smacking his ear a few times as Taylor's squeals, the most audible part of the conversation, had given him a ringing in his ear. "Whatever they have planned," He murmured, "It's not good. If Taylor is that pleased, they must be planning something really... bad." He glanced back at the playhouse as the engine whirred, keeping the makeshift tent filled with air. The jumper that had looked so humorous before now looked foreboding.

Sir Winston eyed Gingy as the happy redheaded boy jumped up to his feet and walked over to him, extending out a pale arm that was just as freckled as his face. The short, blonde boy watched this as if it was a most disgusting sight before snapping his fingers. In just a second, the little house-elf appeared and placed a glove on Sir Winston's hand, which the snobby boy used to shake Gingy's hand. "We've got ourselves a deal then, Ginger," he agreed. "But let Sir Winston warn you: any foul play from your part, and it's off with your head!" he threatened, as if he was king of a high court in medieval times or something. But that was just the way Sir Winston was… always so loony.

Jillian rolled up her extendable ears and stuffed them away in one of her pockets, listening as Faris explained that whatever the loonies had planned was definitely not good; that if Taylor was that pleased, they must be planning something really bad. The girl nodded her head in agreement to this, brows furrowed slightly in thoughtfulness. What could those loons be up to?! "Now will you let me TP their tent? They deserve it for whatever they're plotting!" said the girl, obviously not about to miss an opportunity where she could find an excuse to cause trouble, especially for the loonies.

Ginger nodded swiftly, a smug grin on his thin lips as fabric left skin and their hands parted. "We'd best get to work then," Gingy couldn't stop smiling, huge dimples on top of his freckles as he finished off the last of his drink. "I say we finalize our plan of action. I should simply walk up to a group of, erm, peasants," Simply saying the word gave him a cheap thrill, "and that's when you and Taylor step in, pretending to have overheard. That's when I'll introduce you two. Does that sound like a good plan?" Before Winston could chip in, Taylor piped up, "Brilliant!" She clapped her hands together thunderously. "Do you watch my telly show? I'm an experienced actress." At this, she struck a pose. Gingy gazed rather confusedly at her before turning back to Winston.

"No," Faris said firmly. "If they're making an army, then you sabotaging them and getting caught will simply turn more people to their side. Why were they talking about an army, anyways?" He scratched the stubble on his chin and looked ponderous as his foot began tapping on the ground. "Maybe Oliver and Layla might know?"

Winston listened as Gingy decided that they best get moving now, that he would walk up to a group of peasants and introduce them as they pass by pretending to have overheard. Now, usually Winston wasn't one to go along with other people's plans and let them take over, but he couldn't deny that Gingy was on to something good here, and this whole idea of building an army appealed to the short, snooty blond boy. "Very well," Said Winston, clapping his hands as a little elf came over and placed some shoes on his bare feet. "Let's get going then," he said, getting up from his plastic armchair and disappearing into the nearest bathroom to change, only to reappear about a minute later all dressed up in his fanciest and most expensive robes only to find Taylor striking a pose and Gingy looking confused. "Well don't just stand there! Move, move!" he clapped at them, as if they were cattle he was supposed to move from one place to the next.

Jillian sighed as Faris rejected her idea of TPing the loonies' tent, hating the fact that he was actually right, that by doing something like this they would actually end up getting more people on the loonies' side. "I don't know, but for some reason I'm not feeling too surprised here," muttered the girl as Faris wondered aloud why the loonies were talking about an army. It was strange, that's true, but just because it was coming from the loonies was precisely was Jillian was not impressed. They did seem like the kind of group to speak of odd things like that. The girl listened as Faris then suggested that perhaps Oliver and Layla knew, and she shrugged her shoulders, turning only to find the older pair exchanging words and smiles, looking a little too friendly for her taste. "I just hope we're not walking into anything. Those two get along a little too well from what I see," she said, a smirk curving the corners of her lips. She couldn't help but be a little amused by it, though.

Taylor snapped out of her pose, looking quite perturbed at her beau. He dared to order Taylor around? Well, she would make him pay for that. Quickly running over to Gingy and linking arms with him, causing the freckled boy to be surprised and promptly flush, Taylor began, "Let's move, doll." Gingy lowered his head, his face warm from smiling and blushing so intensely at the flattery that he was receiving. It was a wonder that he had never hooked up with these two before. Taylor, walking out of the tent arm-in-arm with Ginger, plotted to make Winston jealous. He hadn't been paying much attention to her lately and was being quite peasant-like himself. He would pay for his misdeeds.

Faris snickered. "Yes, I see what you mean," He looked away from the British boy and French girl as if he was witnessing something personal. "I guess we can follow them by ourselves before enlisting help? Taking down this evil plan, whatever it is, might not be too hard. They're not exactly geniuses."

Sir Winston's jaw nearly dropped to the floor at the sight of Taylor taking Gingy's arm as if he was her boyfriend. How dare she! No girlfriend of the Sir Winston, the god of Wenlock University, is allowed to just wander off holding some other guy's arm right in front of Sir Winston himself! "Ahem," said Sir Winston, catching up with the pair just as they were walking out of the inflatable Taj Mahal and taking Taylor's other arm, so now the girl ended up with Gingy in one arm and Winston in the other. "Just what do you think you're doing, Momsen?" he hissed at the much, much taller blonde girl.

Jillian was absentmindedly listening to Faris's suggestions, nodding her head slightly before she was suddenly distracted by the sight of Winston, Taylor, and Gingy walking out of the Taj Mahal, all linking arms like three little kids out in a grade school field trip. "They're out!" she whispered to Faris, light brown eyes growing wide on her face. "Oh Merlin... just look at them, they're ridiculous!" she snorted, obviously amused by the trio - Sir Winston looking all fancy shmancy in his sparkling ridiculously expensive robes, shiny leather shoes, and that constant glare he always had on his face; then there was Taylor towering beside him like a giraffe, looking quite pleased with herself as this act to make her boyfriend jealous had obviously worked, with her I'm-too-cool-for-school attire and very tall, high-heeled, rockstar leather boots covering her legs all the way up to her knees; and then, finally, was Gingy, who just looked like a very happy and dorky nerd with his thick-framed glasses, obviously proud of himself for having a girl clinging on to his arm. "C'mon, let's see where they're headed now," whispered Jillian, eyeing the unusual trio through narrowed eyes.

Taylor had a wide smile on her face, her pearly whites gleaming as she hissed murderously at Winston, "Nothing, dear. Just taking my rightful place as queen of this resistance." She attempted to shrug off his arm, but thought better of it. If the army that they were going to raise believed that there would be friction among the leading officers, there would be no army at all. It would be chaos. Gingy attempted to ignore the quarrel happening right next to him, and immediately stopped a few feet away from a group that was happily chatting near a tent. Unlinking his arm, he began, "Okay, here's the plan." He pushed his thickly-framed glasses up his freckled nose before continuing. "I'll go to chat them up. Wait a few minutes and then come and start talking to me. I'll introduce you two to the group and you can chat them up as well. We can eventually tell them about the army and how we plan to take down the revolting peasants." Again, saying that degrading word caused his stomach to flutter happily. "Just be calm." Giving a crooked grin to the couple, he turned to make his way over to some acquaintances. He quickly entered the group and was quickly earning their trust. As he left, Taylor stood to the side and unlinked arms with Winston. "He's more of a man than you'll ever be," She murmured, her bony arms crossed over her sequined chest as she pouted with her painted lips. She quickly brought a tube of lipstick out of the inside of her shirt, quickly reapply the cosmetic to her lips before resuming her irritated pose.

Faris nodded, for once grabbing Jill's wrist rather firmly as he stuffed the extendable ear into his pocket for possible future use. His wand, inside of the pocket of his shorts, felt like it was vibrating. Would he have to use it soon? He hoped not. He quickly pulled himself and Jill behind a tree and peered around. Gingy seemed to be getting along well with a group of students while the couple seemed to be having a silent quarrel nearby. "What the-?" Faris whispered, unsure of what to say.

"Yeah yeah, alright," muttered Sir Winston as Gingy explained the plan to them. What did that stupid redhead think he was, stupid?! Of course, Winston wouldn't have found offense in the simplest of things had he not been a little upset with Gingy at the moment, obviously annoyed by Taylor's sudden preference to him. What was she, blind?! He was the Sir Winston! Girls would pay to date him (or that's what he thought, in reality girls would pay just for a chance to push him down a flight of stairs). Once Gingy was gone and Taylor unlinked arms with him, Winston returned his cold gaze to the girl, blond eyebrows furrowed disapprovingly up at the girl who towered a good foot above him. At her next words, his jaw dropped. What?! "That may be true," he muttered, unable to deny this as his glare fell to the ground for a moment, as if thoughtful. Hmm, she does have a point there… "But Sir Winston is a lot prettier and he's got two things that redheaded mutt could only ever dream of - class and money." He grinned proudly then, eyebrows raised as he took a more composed, and very proud pose. "This is the Sir Winston you are speaking with, Tay-Tay. The Sir Winston who bought that lipstick you're applying on right now," he reminded her. "And those boots too," he added.

Jillian was a bit startled as Faris suddenly got a hold of her wrist a bit more firmly than she had expected, before dragging the girl along with him over to some trees around the outskirts of the clearing where most people had gathered and set up their tents. She watched quietly and attentively the scene unfolding, her brows only furrowing further with what she saw. What in the world was going on?! "Okay, this makes no sense," said the girl, obviously not able to connect the pieces of this very confusing puzzle. But when were things ever NOT confusing when it came to the loonies?! "Gingy must be doing something for them," she whispered. "Exactly what, though, I don't know… I was half expecting them to come out armed and with their faces painted if they were going to build an army, but apparently not…" muttered the girl thoughtfully, as if the loonies were some savage creatures living in the dark ages rather than classmates attending the same university as her. "I say we confront them!"

Taylor wasn't falling for Winston's words. In her book, he was as good as dead. She was quite sensitive and once Winston had started to treat her as a peasant rather than the NYC princess that she most definitely was, Taylor had had enough of his short stature and nasally voice. Deigning to speak to him, she began in an annoyed drawl, "Yes, these cheap boots that had broken heels earlier today. Thankfully we were able to fix them with magic, because I bet that all of the money in your Gringott's account wouldn't have been able to have bought me some new shoes." She had been popping her bubblegum in her mouth for a while now and spat it at Winston's slippered feet. "Scum." She murmured scornfully as she gazed intently at Gingy and his group of recruitees.

Faris quickly shook his head. "No, ragazza! No!" But he knew that no matter what he said, Jill would be set in her thoughts and her actions. "Maybe he's just talking to them. If you confront them, they'll think that you're crazy." Not that she isn't a little, He thought humorously. His hand still gripped her wrist tightly, as if willing her to stand away from the loons for now.

All pride and clear please with himself left Winston's features as Taylor accused him of having bought her cheap boots - alright, so maybe he spent a little bit less than what she had asked for, but that didn't mean they were necessarily cheap! The boy threw her a glare, jumping back as she spit her gum at him, as if the gum might explode and set him on fire right then and there. "Very well, then, Momsen. Have it your way," said Winston, cheeks the lightest shade of pink as he was clearly rather infuriated by her behaviour, though he tried his best not to make too horribly obvious. Sir Winston did not lose his cool over girls! Especially the kind like Taylor, her bank account had less than the piggy bank his house elf kept! "Bleached hag," he muttered under his breath, and indignantly, the short boy crossed his arms and walked a good distance away from Taylor, though he remained close enough to overhear Gingy's conversation, as he knew they'd have to be jumping in soon.

"I'm not going to let them know that we know of their plans!" said Jill as Faris quickly rejected her idea, pulling at her arm to slither out of the boy's grip. "I'm just going to... say hi and ask what they're up to," she said. And for once, she was being honest. Jill might be stubborn and work on impulse, but she wasn't stupid enough to just jump at the loonies and be like 'I know of your evil plans! I know of the army you want to form!' as Faris was right in that sense, they would definitely think her insane.

Taylor's jaw dropped as Sir Winston threw an insult at her. A bleached hag, was she? It was better than being a nasal-voiced midget! She didn't dare yell at him from across the clearing; this was not the time or place to cause a scene, one of her favorite pasttimes. She simply had to keep her cool until she had the entirety of the student body (at least, those on the camping trip) under her thumb. It would be perfect: Taylor would be the queen of the peasant resistance and would make Ginger her king. Winston could be the court jester. It would be perfect. She managed to crack a smile as she day-dreamed about her wicked plans, almost forgetting the task at hand as Gingy began to furiously wave her over along with Winston. Snapping out of her reverie, she uncrossed her arms and hurried to the group of students that she was to recruit.

Faris sighed, leaning on the thick trunk of the tree. "I suppose. But when? Definitely not when they're surrounded by the rest of those students." He crossed his arms over his chest in defeat. For now, he was giving the helm to Jill as he was quite unsure of how to go about this properly. How do you confront madmen (and women) such as Sir Winston, Taylor, and Ginger without being, well... confrontational?

Winston, too, quickly made his way over to the group of peasants Gingy had gathered. "Well hello, there, peas-- fellow classmates," started the snobby, short blonde boy with an attempt at a charming smile on his pale face. "You have the pleasure of speaking with the Sir Winston Van Valkenburgh of Northern London, best known as the god of our humble university and top fraternity brother of De--"

It was at this point that Jillian very casually made her way out of the trees and bushes she and Faris had been hiding in, brushing the leaves off her clothes and ignoring the strange looks some of her classmates gave her; but what were they supposed to think, here were a girl and a guy hiding in the bushes and looking suspicious. Certainly nothing good. But Jillian ignored them, her focus on the group of students that had gathered around Gingy and were now having the misfortune of listening to Sir Winston's nasal voice and conceited introductions.

"What's this? What are we all gathered here for?!" she asked with fake excitement on her face as she grinned at her group of classmates, ignoring the urge she felt to slam a fist on Gingy's stupid freckled face right then and there. "You guys can't possibly be planning a party without me!" she went on, completely ignoring the fact that she was receiving the most unwelcoming of looks from the three loonies. "Oh, but please! Keep going, I want to hear all the details!" she assured the other three, taking a place at the very front rows of the group, a slightly smug smile on her face and her arms crossed before her, waiting expectantly for the loonies to continue their little speech.

Faris almost kicked himself, but settled for this (:head:) instead as Jillian barged her way through the bushes and to the group of unwary students. He was proud of her for taking immediate action, but no one would listen to a girl who had a rather large leaf stuck in her thick hair. He followed behind at a distance, waiting to gauge the student's reactions to Jill's intrusion. He hoped that they would warmly accept her. If they did, he would approach. If they didn't, he would have to salvage the situation somehow. He watched, his eyes narrowed.

Taylor followed Winston, butting her way between Winston and Gingy. She opened her mouth to speak but noticed that the peasant had invaded. How dare she! Forestry as accesories hadn't been in style since last winter! Clearing her throat, she began, a false smile on her teeth, "Hello, people. I'm Taylor. Nice to make your acquaintances!" She put her hand up and began waving in a cupped fashion, as the Queen of England and girls in beauty pageants did. Gingy could have hit himself then and there. The feuding couple we're ruining everything! He quickly flushed crimson.

Jillian held the urge she felt to roll her eyes as Taylor gave her very pageant-participant-like greeting; but she didn't want to come off as rude to the other students, she didn't want them to think that she was the loony here. "Nice to meet you, Taylor!" said Jillian with mock friendliness and enthusiasm, the brightest of smiles on her face. "What brings you here? I must say, it's not very often I see you or the blonde boy speaking with people outside your social circle," said the girl, her eyebrows raising just very slightly.

"Nonsense!" said Winston immediately, holding the urge he felt to glare at the girl and jinx her right then and there. She was trying to ruin their plans, to make them look bad! "We speak with our classmates all the time, there is nothing we love more than making new acquaintances and friends," he said, unaware of how fake and silly that response sounded.

Professor Connelly apparated on the scene... He looked around and sighed and nodded.

"Well, well. Look at what we have here? How are you guys so far?" he said in a celebratory tone.

He then looked around and proceeded to the tent that he had arranged earlier.

Gingy was speechless when Jillian arrived. His brow knit momentarily before he spoke, "Yeah, everyone, these are my friends," He began gesturing, "Winston and Taylor." Taylor was still grinning rather unnaturally, but no matter. Gingy would talk to her about her acting skills later. "As for you," He pointed a swift finger at Jill, "Who are you? You weren't invited to this pow-wow." Taylor crossed her arms over her chest, resisting the urge to do a z-snap in front of her new minions.

Faris saw what was happening and hurried to the rescue. Pushing his way beside Jill in the circle, he began nonchalantly, "Hey guys? Do you have any extra chocolate bars? Jill and I-" He gestured to her, "-wanted to make smores, but we only have graham crackers and marshmallows." He was amazed at the rapidity at which he had just spoken. Had Faris just made a good save?

Jillian narrowed her light brown eyes at the crazy loons standing before the group, just as Gingy spoke, introducing Taylor and Winston as his friends before asking who she was, mentioning she wasn't invited to this 'pow-wow'. The girl threw a glare in his direction, unable to really hold the urge she felt to punch him right in the face right then and there, her jaw dropping in shock for a moment there, and her eyes reflecting all the hatred in the world; all the hatred this one stupid redheaded kid brought out in her. But just as she opened her mouth snap at him, Faris had stepped into the scene, asking very casually if anyone had any extra chocolate bars, as they wanted to make smores but only had graham crackers and marshmallows. "Yeah, Gingy, would you happen to have any chocolate bars we could borrow? A whole army of chocolate bars?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him. "And you two," she said turning to Winston and Taylor, "What brings you here? I thought you didn't like hanging out with 'peasants'; or was that not the name you love to use when referring to anyone outside of your social circle?"

Sir Winston's eyes widened slightly before his brows furrowed disapprovingly, a bit of panic in his gaze as some of the other students in the group exchanged puzzled looks and murmurs. "Nonsense! Don't listen to this lunatic, Sir Winston is more than pleased to make new friends and speak to his classmates!" he said. "He is just... too shy. Yes, he's a little shy, but this time he gathered up the coura--"

"Bullocks!" interrupted a fiery Jillian who was only growing more and more irritated with the loonies' act. The nerve! How dare they be so two-faced, such phonies?! Acting like they didn't know what she was talking about, as if she hadn't had the misfortune of witnessing their self-centered behaviour.

Faris was surprised, though somewhat proud, at Jillian's gall to stand up for herself. But, it was true that Ginger had crossed the line. Faris wanted to help, but his methods were much more subtle than that of the fireball that was Jill. "Hey!" He began in a stern, authoritarian voice. "I thought we we're all friends. No need to get fiesty." He glared at Gingy the hardest as he resisted the urge to spit at Winston, a nasty habit that Jill had taught him. Taylor, seeing his mutinous face, began to speak as she linked arms with her two partners. "How dare you!" She cried in a fake southern accent, which made almost no sense. Continuing on with the southern drawl, Taylor placed a hand over her heart and looked mortified. This was obviously an act: "We was just having ourselves a nice lil' conversaseoon, and you and your lil' gal pal come and ruin it! Heah!" Bending over to reach into a random person's open rucksack, she fished out a Hershey's bar and tossed it to Faris. "Have yo' choc-o-layt! And leave us be, please! I don' know if I can hayndle all of dis! Po', lil' ol' me!"

Gingy supported her, nodding vigorously. His lips were pursed as he shot daggers at Jillian. So this was how it was? Taylor was the "southern" damsel in distress and Gingy was her cowboy in freckles and glasses, coming to support her? It seemed like the group was siding with the loons, and it frightened Faris to pieces. How could anyone believe such idiotic words?

Jillian rose an eyebrow at Taylor as she linked arms with the two other loonies and began to speak in a... what was that? It sounded like an American southern accent. Which made no sense whatsoever because that was obviously not how she really spoke. What was she playing at?! Jill listened (barely understanding a thing) as Taylor gave the group of students a sob story and threw a chocolate bar at them. She threw a fiery glare in the bleached blonde's direction before glancing around the group of students who looked like... they were actually buying this act?! No way! What in the world?! "We ruined nothing, we were being perfectly friendly and curious and your little redheaded boyfriend here snarled at us, now you throw chocolate bars at us!" said Jillian, trying her best not to pull out her wand and attack the annoying trio. And what was wrong with her classmates, why were they believing all this nonsense?! "But don't mind us, we won't speak anymore! We'll just stand here quietly, it's like we're not even here!" she suggested with a smile, deciding it was best to stay in the scene. Clearly, if the loonies were so offended by their presence, that could only mean that whatever they wanted to tell their classmates about had something to do with her and Faris.

As Jill stepped back, Faris did the same. The worst thing to do would be to make their classmates join the loonies in believing the pair to be rabble rousers. Was the group of students really that daft, or were they playing along with Gingy and the others? "What do we do know?" Faris murmured as the group kept talking. "We're failing." He bit his lower lip nervously. This was certainly a change for the worse.

Gingy looked suspiciously at Jill as she backed away but said no more. Maybe she had learned to bow down to the power of his freckled face and beady-eyed stare from behind his thick glasses. "As I was saying," he began, "We've got a proposition for you guys. Something that would spice up this camping trip." He stopped to pause dramatically and gauge everyone's reaction, resisting from smiling madly like the maniac that he was growing to be. Taylor was getting excited and knew that she had to leave the floor to Gingy, no matter how much she wanted to speak. Later, after they had made their army, she would take control. As for now, she settled with wriggling her eyebrows in a rather excitable manner, like this: :eyebrows:.