Wiccan Sisters

"They're French comedies. Very famous -- well, famous in France."

I laughed then sat up, looking at my watch. What, an hour had already passed? "Gotta dash, I got a Skype call with my family in a couple of minutes," I told her.

"Oh, okay, then! See you later?" She asked and stood up, brushing her pants off. Cleo meowed and ran down the hill toward cabin twenty. Smirking, she shook her head and crossed her arms.

"Sure. At dinner?"

I gave her a quick hug and hurtled down the hill towards our cabin, where I had my laptop.

"Sure!" She called down the hill and waved good bye to her, heading toward Mess Hall for something to eat.