Talk to Camila, see if she admits or hints to anything

Aaralon dressed and stepped outside. It was going to be a warm day, the sky was a pleasant blue and there was only a whisp of cloud in sight. He could still see the tiny dots of trees on the horizon but was no longer sure whether they marked the start of the Whispering Woods or not. There didn't seem to be enough of them for a real woodland. Neither Camila nor Carrie where in sight, both of his two travelling companions still had their magical tents in place and the flaps buttoned shut.

Breakfast. Now there was a good idea and one that might win him some brownie points. It had potential for sly planning too. Aaralon causally walked towards the middle of the impromptu camp, lingering every so slightly as he passed Camila tent. Shuffling. Ah, so she was awake. Possibly getting dressed. Either that or rolling around with Carrie... Aaralon enjoyed his active imagination. His current position was good enough. He had a good view of Camila's tent flap, should overhear anything louder than a whisper and had an honest claim for starting the breakfast fire in a good spot. Aaralon clapped his hands together and muttered the simple arcane mantra. His palms flashed with white light, a small fire appeared on the ground in front of him and grew until it was the size of decent campfire. Conjuring water for the kettle was easy too; all the basic elements were, but the chant for the bacon and eggs was trickier. Many students in Aaralon's year might have failed the spell but Aaralon had practised this particular art well. After all, conjuration led directly to summoning and he had a special interest there. What to summon when he got back to the College of Light Shadow? A succubus? Two? He wasn't sure, he fancied trying a demon with a tale, something to watch while he anally fucked the demon.

"That's interesting Aaralon..." Camila said.

Crap! Aaralon immediately wished he hadn't allowed his thoughts to stray. It was poor form. Had Camila been so arrogant to be reading his thoughts? If she had then he was sure to be expelled and worse.

Camila's voice again, "Come into my tent for a minute."

He had ****, seeing that the College teacher had unfastened the flap for her tent, Aaralon ducked down and stepped through. Her tent was larger than his.