open RP, corridors: Camilla as a child.
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(( Camilla has eaten some magical chocolate and is now seven years old. ))
It's a make-believe place, isn't it? She's in a castle. She must be dreaming. It's a beautiful dream, Camilla thinks.
She seems to know where things are, here, in the way of dreams, even though she doesn't remember any of it really. That way's the Great Hall, not knowing what the Great Hall actually is, only somehow knowing its name and if she follows that particular turn in the corridors that's where she'll end up. That's the way out to the courtyard, though she's not sure what's in the courtyard.
Inquisitive, she wanders, that first exuberant skipping long since slowed to a sedate walk.
It's a make-believe place, isn't it? She's in a castle. She must be dreaming. It's a beautiful dream, Camilla thinks.
She seems to know where things are, here, in the way of dreams, even though she doesn't remember any of it really. That way's the Great Hall, not knowing what the Great Hall actually is, only somehow knowing its name and if she follows that particular turn in the corridors that's where she'll end up. That's the way out to the courtyard, though she's not sure what's in the courtyard.
Inquisitive, she wanders, that first exuberant skipping long since slowed to a sedate walk.
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Date: 2007-04-16 02:04 am (UTC)The little ghost girl has a talent for flustering Silas. At first Camilla's a bit peeved by this. He's hers. But the ghost girl isn't doing anything wrong, really. In fact she's being rather funny, asking questions about the fairy tales as they're being read. The questions are pert and irreverent, and the flimsy logic of the stories can't hold up to them.
Even child Camilla can tell that Silas does not handle irreverence well.
As they argue, she's getting restless, in the way she always has. She wants to walk around. And she doesn't want people slowing her down or telling her where she can and can't go, either. Especially not the new man she doesn't know.
So, when she's sure no one is looking at her (why should they? she's been very quiet, unlike some people), Camilla slips away.
Soon she's far enough away she can't hear their voices any more. After that, she's in a corridor she doesn't recognise. There are some sets of armor on stands, which she stares at for a while, thinking of Ivanhoe. She ought to have asked the elf to bring them that book instead, maybe.
She tugs at the impromptu hem of her shortened robes. The stones of the floor are cold under her bare feet. "Maybe I'll go back home," she says, thinking aloud. It's unclear even to her whether she means Gryffindor Tower or Nana's house. Whichever, the direction she starts walking has to be the right one.
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Date: 2007-04-16 02:39 am (UTC)"Camilla?"
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Date: 2007-04-16 02:57 am (UTC)"Yes?"
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Date: 2007-04-16 03:05 am (UTC)Then he thinks, why should she? She's the girl she once was, but he's a very far cry from the boy he was then, in more ways than one.
Is she even here, really? Even at his drunkest he'd never hallucinated her, but in this place, who knows? Either way, she's waiting for some kind of answer.
"Camilla, what are you doing here?" he settles on finally.
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Date: 2007-04-16 03:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-16 03:16 am (UTC)"Okay, then. Is this your dream, or mine?"
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Date: 2007-04-16 03:23 am (UTC)"Unless you're part of me. I think you might be. Are you?"
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Date: 2007-04-16 03:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-16 03:32 am (UTC)Then an incredibly bright smile dawns.
"Of course you are," she says. Why shouldn't Charles be able to dream himself grown-up? And it is Charles. "You'll have to teach me how to do that before we wake up. It isn't fair for you to be older than me."
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Date: 2007-04-16 04:01 am (UTC)His room, he means. Neither Camilla nor Henry is Sorted into Ravenclaw, which makes him think the Hat's got more sense than meets the eye. And he doesn't know any other House passwords in any case.
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Date: 2007-04-16 04:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-16 04:22 am (UTC)He remembers Silas from the Sorting Room, and the thought passes through his mind that he might be looking for Camilla. Oh well. Cross that bridge when he comes to it, he supposes.
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Date: 2007-04-16 04:39 am (UTC)"What's it like? What were you doing before I found you? Do you have a monk too?" She's endlessly curious.
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Date: 2007-04-16 05:25 am (UTC)They arrive at Ravenclaw and he opens the door to the common room. "Do we feel like being sociable, or holing up with cards and hot chocolate, Milly?"
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Date: 2007-04-16 05:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-16 05:34 am (UTC)He opens the door to his dormroom, still stark and anonymous, snags the deck of cards from atop the desk and sits cross-legged on the foot of the bed, shuffling the cards.
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Date: 2007-04-16 05:45 am (UTC)Satisfied, the child climbs up onto the bed to sit facing Charles, her legs tucked under her. She watches her brother's hands as they shuffle the cards.
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