Harry, flashlight on his head, turns it on and mutters to himself for a moment. "I'm not gonna fucking be the seeker. That's no fun." He laughs for a moment, before twirling his hair a bit and finally saying "See ya, chumps!" With that, he heads out into the woods, disappearing into the darkness.

[center][b]Two minutes later...[/b][/center]

Ducking into a bush and turning his flashlight off, Harry giggles to himself for a moment, before relaxing. Thoughts race through his mind, namely 'who'll be the seeker' and 'what if Booker dies on this trip?' Well, he couldn't care less about the first question, but if the second ever happened... Well then he'd have Quinn all to himself. He laughs loudly for a moment, most likely startling anyone nearby, before going quiet again.

More thoughts race through his mind, this time more serious. 'What if I don't get into the university' and 'what's gonna happen when this trip is over? Will we all still be friends?' He tries to get these questions off his mind, but they keep coming back to him... He stays quiet, waiting for and wanting someone to find him so that he wouldn't be alone and these questions would go away.