"Hey. Bel. Wake up, they're calling us in for breakfast."
"Can't believe they find the need to control the times we eat as necessary..."
"Wake up. Hey. I'm gonna start hitting you."
A mighty slap from a cold palm hits my face. It was a strike of exceptional force, created by a woman who hadn't even tried to slap me with large force.
"I don't wanna go out in the sun..." I complain from by bed.
"For the love of- the counselors will blame ME for not keeping you at the expected behavior! How am I supposed to explain to them that you're some... Some, sun-hating vampire?!"
I turn away from her and dig deeper into my sheets. "Explain it to them like that. I'm gonna sleep in."
"Agh! You're so infuriating! Fine, but I'm gonna make sure to tell the new incoming campers that you're-"
I drift to sleep, ignoring my roommate Malia. I don't really care for new campers. I won't be able to recognize them, unless their personality was as... "Striking," as Malia's. She should consider herself lucky I can even say her name, since I can't even remember her face. And what's wrong with disliking the sun? Mother never liked it, she stayed in the light of the moon to literally draw power from it! I mean, it does nothing for me, but there's nothing wrong with me for preferring-
I'm suddenly lifted out of my bed and surrounded by a dark glow. The room started rearranging itself!
"Don't you dare think that I'll let you sleep in anyway! Sure, you can stay in here, but I'm not letting you have a single comfortable spot to sleep on," Malia says.
"H-Hey, I can still rearrange the room using its magic myself!"
"Not if I lock this room to my authority!"
"You can't do that!" CAN she do that?!
The beds rearrange into floorboards. I'm left sitting on the desolate, grimly carpeted floor of the cabin.
"Well, technically I can't. But I do know that your affinity for magic sucks, so I can hold the room to stay like this unless you pour enough magic to break my hold. That's unlikely of course!"
With a dominant smirk in her face she turned away and confidently strutted away, leaving me in with two unfortunate ultimatums.
Either I suffer the torturous pain of staying in this room, doing nothing until nightfall, or... I go outside.
"... Forget this, I'm sleeping on the floor."
I lay myself down on the floor and close my eyes, forcing myself to sleep in the worst position possible. No son of Hecate deserves this treatment.
... Whatever. I'll wake up later tonight and just complain to Orpheus when I call for him. Maybe I could hit up Shakespeare and listen to his stories. Oh, wait, I still need to listen to the rest of that Bathory lady's story. And after that...
I suppose being a necromancer still has its perks. I suppose I'll just have to figure out what I'll do tonight once I wake up