"Fantastic." The word came out long, her accent stressing the second syllable and drawing it out so it was far longer than it was supposed to be. The odd stress made it sound like she was hissing and she started, fingers curling inwards and tugging at the shirt sleeve. "Hopefully I'll be in Benidorm when it next manifests itself, aye?"
A yawn escaped her and Ginny waved a hand, an apology tumbling from her lips a moment later. "I need to sleep," she said, then, the same apology in her eyes. "Do you mind if I, you know. Head home or something?" She looked around her, at the inside of the tent, the cot and her head tilted to the side slightly. "I don't mean to insult but this place looks...not comfy."