*Your brother, Arthur was sat near you by the fire, scribbling something in his journal. The night had been boring, either the older camp members bothering you, or just silence.

So, you decided to take his journal. His angry face was funny too you, however immature it was to think so. Once you took it, he glared, standing up too chase you for it.*

“Hey, give that here!” He said, trying to grab at your shirt, but failing.