Thresher Hugh
As basically one of the wardens of the woods, Thresher was here to monitor the bonfire and ensure everything went smoothly and didn't set the forest ablaze. Even without anything more then his tattered shorts on, the fire felt just a little to hot for the wolfman, so he had set himself up off a little ways from it.
He had managed to get a table from the from the school. The old wolf stood behind piles of marshmallows, skewers, and other supplies for the event. Behind the table Thresher had a couple provisions of his own, though the school made him keep them mostly out of sight. A couple of deer carcasses had been prepped for butchering, and Thresher would hand out the chucks of venison for roasting at the fire.
Emily Kirkpatrick
Emily sat timidly off the one of the far sides of the bonfire. She had a marshmellow'd skewer in hand and was seeing to roasting the little globs of sugar to perfection, even though she was devouring the sweetness of the happiness and revelry around her.
Her outfit wasn't anything fancy today, because despite trying her hardest, Emily just couldn't find an acceptable reason for her to get dressed up for a bonfire. It was, however, quite an appropriate atmosphere for a tarot reading. She dug her deck out of her pocket and idly fiddled with the cards.
She hadn't expected to find anyone who would want her to read them at the party with so many other, better things to do, but she did like to have the right setting when she read for herself. She pulled a card at random from the deck and glanced at it. Fortune... Interesting.
Mina
Mina looked so very out of place in her bartender outfit just staring into the flames of the bonfire. It was all so very curious. "Why is so much warmth needed? Is it a festivity to celebrate the warmth, or is the fire for the celebration?" She idly mumbled to herself as she made an effort to try and understand the reasoning.
Pulling out a sheet of paper from one of her pockets, Mina looked around the edge of the flames for a stick that wasn't entirely consumed. Charcoal was supposed to be used for drawings, right? Eventually she found one and reach in to pluck it out of the heat, singing one of her gloves in the process. It didn't seem to bother her though, as she started marking the paper with the ashen stick, experimenting with the medium.