open RP, corridors: Camilla as a child.

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

(( 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.

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[ghostorangel.livejournal.com]

Silas, still wandering, caught sight of a child meandering down the corridor. He hadn't yet seen any small children here--a few who might be teenagers, but no true children. He might not have paid this little girl much heed, had she not wandered beneath a window, which lit her hair up with a pale golden aura.

That stopped him dead. Camilla's hair did that--was this child another angel? Could angels have children? Perhaps this girl was her daughter.

He knelt, wincing at the bite of the cilice (no, he hadn't given that up yet) and pushed his hood back, hoping his appearance wouldn't send the child running the other way.

"Hello," he said. "And who do you belong to?"

[usethepoker.livejournal.com]

The wall, quite solid, suddenly emitted a small, giggling child in an extremely unfortunate T-shirt. (http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b375/StevieBarry/religiont-shirt.jpg) Susan's bare feet stumbled over the hem and nearly sent her sprawling, and all the while she was laughing and yelling something about pudding-bombs.

[laurie-laurence.livejournal.com]

Laurie walked down the hall, sheet music in hand, rather more inclined to go and play piano than study, write to his grandfather, or try practicing magic. To his utter amazement, he saw a tall albino man in a monk's robe catering to three small little girls.

Moved by pity (and convinced that he knew how to take care of little girls because he usually got along with Amy) Laurie walked over and said, "Um, need some help?"

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

(( after the above thread (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1264142.html?thread=64494606#t64494606) ends in gametime, which may take a while in realtime ... ))

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.