closed RP: Camilla and Susan go shopping.

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

Traveling had always made Camilla nervous. Her parents had both died in a car accident when she was almost too young to remember; the dangers of travel weren't just statistical abstraction. Her quest to bring Henry back from the dead had made her intrepid in comparison to what she once had been, but she still couldn't get onto a train, or into an airplane, or even take a car ride of more than a few hours, without real trepidation.

She'd been delighted to learn that wizards could Apparate. Her safety wasn't reliant now on the vagaries of machinery or of other travelers, only on her own talent, and she'd proven quite talented indeed, which came as little surprise to her. Splinching was the only danger, and she knew she wouldn't splinch.

About Susan, she couldn't be certain. The greater the distance, the more difficult the Apparition. Even if Susan didn't splinch, Camilla wanted to be certain they ended up in the same place. Fortunately, she'd made a point to learn Side-Along Apparition, when she'd first hired tutors, long before Henry had arrived. She wasn't sure what he'd be capable of doing if she were able to resurrect him. The ability stood her in good stead now.

They had to Apparate into an inconspicuous place, and take taxis from there. Camilla's planned destination was Knightsbridge, but along the way, she wanted to stop at a rather obscure rare-book dealer, and that was nowhere near the shopping street. Brisk, all business -- they had to get all this done in a day! -- she towed Susan along.

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[usethepoker.livejournal.com]

Fate again...if it was indeed what had kept her from realizing, than it was a rather nasty little bugger. She couldn't say anything to that, because she didn't know how to articulate it.

Something told Susan that Camilla spoke from rather bitter experience. It wasn't just friendships that couldn't be saved, she reflected; people, too, sometimes had to be taken away. "I...just hope this isn't one of them." She ought to comfort Camilla, but Susan had never been any good at that sort of thing; she was a rather prickly creature, and such gestures from her were usually terribly forced.

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

Dabbling her dessert spoon in the half-eaten mousse, tracing puddles in the coulis, Camilla was silent for a moment, then looked up at Susan.

"Some things are worth the sacrifice."