Camilla could have warned Richard, had it occurred to her. She knew demons; she knew this particular demon. More to the point, this particular demon knew her (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1324716.html?thread=67283884#t67283884). But she never thought to mention it to anyone. She'd rid herself of the marker 'Phil' gave her, and she hadn't given him a second thought thereafter. That might have been a mistake.
She acknowledged the power of fate. Anything less abstract, any specific power, she never dreamed could influence her actions. What she did on this particular evening did not seem to her at all uncharacteristic, nor would it have seemed out of place to anyone who knew her. She was impulsive; she was generous; she became bored easily; she had a habit of dropping by friends' rooms unannounced, on a whim. She hadn't seen Richard at dinner in the Great Hall, so she'd brought him a cream cheese and marmalade sandwich, wrapped in a napkin. She'd done this before, at Hampden, and so had Charles; the twins seemed constitutionally incapable of understanding that no one else liked cream cheese and marmalade as much as they did.
She rapped lightly at the door, completely nonchalant, completely unaware of any expectations the room's inhabitant might harbor. As far as Camilla knew, he couldn't expect anything from her, not even something so trivial as a cream cheese and marmalade sandwich.
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She acknowledged the power of fate. Anything less abstract, any specific power, she never dreamed could influence her actions. What she did on this particular evening did not seem to her at all uncharacteristic, nor would it have seemed out of place to anyone who knew her. She was impulsive; she was generous; she became bored easily; she had a habit of dropping by friends' rooms unannounced, on a whim. She hadn't seen Richard at dinner in the Great Hall, so she'd brought him a cream cheese and marmalade sandwich, wrapped in a napkin. She'd done this before, at Hampden, and so had Charles; the twins seemed constitutionally incapable of understanding that no one else liked cream cheese and marmalade as much as they did.
She rapped lightly at the door, completely nonchalant, completely unaware of any expectations the room's inhabitant might harbor. As far as Camilla knew, he couldn't expect anything from her, not even something so trivial as a cream cheese and marmalade sandwich.