Aurora stepped forward with a calm expression and dipped her hand into the large wooden bowl filled with numbered slips. She unfolded it slowly, her eyes scanning the bold black number printed on the parchment. "Thirty-seven," she announced.
There was a beat of silence, then murmurs stirred among Estella and her friends. They all remembered—Camp 37 was near Arwen's Camp 38. It had been established earlier and was something everyone in their little group was aware of. Though the area was buzzing with others in line behind them, none of those people knew Estella and her friends, and the feeling was mutual.
"Looks like Aurora's camp is going to be neighbors with Arwen," Brienne said with a small smile.
Aurora folded the parchment and gave a shrug, clearly not bothered. Then it was Bellatrix's turn.
She approached the bowl, drew her number, and flipped the slip open. "Seventeen."
The silence that followed was a little heavier.
