Early morning

There's a bad storm rolling in. Like a bad, bad one. We can't head out to Madagascar until it's gone through. Everyone is to stay at camp today and help tack things down and cover up what's important. Fortunately everything has been magically enforced, but I'm not excited to weather a hurricane in little more than a canvas tent.


Evening

Fuck me. They're sending us home and I can't beg my way into going with anyone else. We leave first thing by organized portkey with anything that fits in a rucksack.

Fuck.