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 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 05:34 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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Date: 2007-04-16 05:50 am (UTC)"What shall we play today, m'dear? Ladies' choice."
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Date: 2007-04-16 05:53 am (UTC)Well, you can't expect anything too sophisticated from a seven-year-old. Besides, there are only two players.
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Date: 2007-04-16 06:07 am (UTC)Outside, it's started to rain again.
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Date: 2007-04-16 06:22 am (UTC)He called for a house-elf, who returned a moment later with a tray and two steaming cups. "Thank you. Any tens?"
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Date: 2007-04-16 02:36 pm (UTC)"Do you think it's going to thunder?" She knows something doesn't feel right.
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Date: 2007-04-17 02:48 am (UTC)He looks up at her question. "Might. It does have that kind of tense feeling in the air you get before a storm. How about aces?"
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Date: 2007-04-17 03:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-17 03:27 am (UTC)"I know what you mean. But I don't know what it is and it doesn't seem to be hurting us. Not so long as we're together. So I figure maybe it'll go away in a while."
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Date: 2007-04-17 03:46 am (UTC)She settles like an unquiet bird, ready to fly at the slightest start, ragged edges of her robe pooling around her. "Do you have any kings?" Fidgeting, she twirls a lock of golden hair around the finger of her free hand.
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Date: 2007-04-17 04:15 am (UTC)"Let me look at your eyes again," she says abruptly.
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Date: 2007-04-17 04:31 am (UTC)They're supposed to be the same -- that's the solution, there, she has it. "We can fix it. Tell me how I can be grown up too."
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Date: 2007-04-17 04:41 am (UTC)He shrugs. "Sometimes I wish I wasn't."
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