"So I trust everything went fine?" Voldemort asked, as if he didn't really care.
"Yep. And I got marshmallows," Lily said, holding up the bag.
"I don't know, I think the mood may have been ruined," Severus said.
"Aw, come on. I really, really want to have a marshmallow roast the first time I go camping," Lily pleaded.
"May I point out that you are sitting at a campfire surrounded by the most powerful and feared wizards, and you are asking them to roast marshmallows," Lucius said. "This could ruin our reputations."
"You know you want to," Lily said sweetly.
"Oh, look. It's going to rain," Cleave said, looking at the sky. "Darn, guess we can't do this."
Lily scowled, "Your not getting out of it that easily. You said I could have a traditional camp out, and gosh I am having one!"
She waved her hand and the sky was instantly clear. All the stars were visible, not a wisp of cloud left.
"There goes the weather excuse," Nore said.
"You know, if you were truly all-powerful and what not, you wouldn't care what people thought. You'd be secure in your powerfulness to do what you want, or as it may be, what I want."
"That sounds an awful lot like the feminist argument," Severus said.
"It is, I just changed it," Lily said. "It works here, too."
"Lily, why don't you just roast your marshmallows and we'll watch," Lucius said.
Lily's bottom lip trembled, "You're going to make me roast it by myself. That's just depressing."
"I'll roast marshmallows with you," Karakoff said resignedly.
Lily threw her arms around him in a big hug, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!!"
Anthony coughed loudly.
Lily looked at him, "It was just a hug."
Anthony coughed again.
Lily rolled her eyes, "Whatever."
"Anyone care to join us?" Karakoff asked, pushing a marshmallow onto his wand.
Lucius and Severus shrugged and sat down. Voldemort sat down soon afterward. After that, Anthony, Cleave, and Nore sat down. Everyone except Lily used their wands as marshmallow sticks.
"The magical core protects it from burning," Nore told her when she asked why the woods weren't burning.
"Better not use mine, then," Lily mumbled.
"Just what kind of wand do you have," Voldemort asked curiously. When Lily hesitated, he said, "I already know it isn't legal. You couldn't hold a wand with a magical core, and that is the only kind people are allowed to use. You can tell us, your amongst outlaws."
"I suppose it won't hurt," she said uncertainly. "Ollivander gave me a omnis arboris wand. Some tree supernaturally weaved together and retains properties of every tree known, and some that are unknown."
"Wow, nice," Voldermort said, appreciatively eyeing the wand.
"But if anyone asks, its ten and a quarter willow," Lily said.
"Your secret is safe here," Voldemort told her reassuringly.
Eventually they did have marshmallows and tell several ghost stories at the incessant urging of Lily.
None of the stories told were actually frightening, but the guys shrilled in high, feminine voices. It became a contest to see who could sound the most like a girl. Proof that guys could bring competitiveness into any situation.
Lily was very frightened. Not by the stories, but by how high the guys could get their screams to go. She didn't think she could get hers that high.
"What I wouldn't give for a tape recorder," Lily sighed wistfully.
To which she recieved several glares and a confused statement from Nore, "What is a tape recorded?"
"You don't know much about muggles, do you?" Lily said.
"Don't need to," Nore said haughtily.
"Why not?" Lily asked.
"Why should I learn about an inferior race?" he asked, breezily.
"Because you should know about the world around you," Lily countered.
"We are the people, they are but the ants we crush beneath our feet," Nore said arrogantly.
"Yet we study ants. Why? Because there are the occassional times where they have an affect on us. There is also the few that are poisonous and can kill you," Lily pointed out.
"Muggles have no such threats," Nore said.
"I wouldn't be so haughty if I were you, one day you will learn how wrong you are. I just hope I am not there to see it," Lily said sadly.
The tangent had successfully dampened any high spirits and put the company into a stupor. When Lily became bored of waiting, she stood up and began to walk away from the camp fire.
"Where are you going?" Anthony called.
"Where does it matter, I am merely an ant from a long line of ants, trying to avoid the feet of a few stumbling fools," Lily said cuttingly while the wind howled insults at the circle.
"Oh harsh," Lucius mumbled.