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Sunday evening finally came, and with it, the appointed time for the dinner Camilla was giving to fulfill the Hat's bribe request. She did not have very high hopes, but the guests had been chosen with an eye to congeniality, so it should not go spectacularly awry. The wild card was the Sorting Hat itself, who had been duly invited as well.
Camilla was used to cooking by herself or with her brother Charles and her friend Francis, neither of whom were at Hogwarts, which was probably a good thing (in the case of Charles, a very good thing indeed, but one that certain exchanges at her Sorting had made her wary about). She found that the kitchens of Hogwarts were not conducive to this task, and ended up perched on a stool reading Tess of the d'Urbervilles while the house elves prepared the menu she had chosen, plus a dish intended for her vegetarian guests.
More elves readied the empty room she'd chosen, clearing cobwebs and making of it something not unlike a dining room, if you ignored the chalkboard on one wall. To herself Camilla could admit some awe at the gravity-defying candles, which somehow managed not to drip hot wax on everything beneath.
She already knew her guest list was down by one. An owl to Dawn asking whether she could borrow a copy of Liddell and Scott had returned to her some time later, dazed and tired, the message still clutched in its talons and sealed shut. While she had looked forward to getting to know the girl better, this made the task of determining seating a little easier. Camilla was unsure whether the Hat considered itself male (in which case it should sit to her left) or female (in which case it should sit to her right). In the end, she decided to assign it maleness in those terms. She wrote place cards herself, in that oddly jaunty hand, and the usual maroon ink. Really, if you were going to have more than six guests, and they didn't know one another well, you needed place cards. The formality of the gesture was tempered by the fact she'd used ruled index cards folded in half.
The seating was thus:

A last check on the kitchen elves' progress, and Camilla was ready to receive her guests. She looked as though she hadn't really worried about the evening: she wore a standard school uniform, mindful of the Hat's remarks at her Sorting, and she still carried carelessly in one hand her paperback of Tess. Looks can be deceiving. She did want to have friends here, of a sort, and she definitely did not want to anger the Hat.
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Date: 2006-10-23 01:13 am (UTC)Just as he was leaving his dorm room, he suddenly realized that people usually gave gifts to the host or hostess on these sorts of occasions. His mum and dad usually brought a bottle of wine, but he didn't know anything about how to choose one, and the elves could have given her all the wine she wanted anyway. Concentrating for a moment, he thought about an appropriate gift until he held a wrapped package in his hands. With a happy step, Adam headed for room 202.
When he arrived, he knocked and pushed open the door. Very glad that he took the time to dress up when he saw the surroundings, Adam smiled as he caught sight of Camilla. "Hallo. It looks amazin' in here and you look even better."
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Date: 2006-10-23 02:14 am (UTC)"Hello, Miss MaCaulay! Thank you for inviting me this evening! You've done a wonderful job with the place!"
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Date: 2006-10-23 11:17 pm (UTC)---
((*Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love, and let us judge all the rumors of the old men to be worth just one penny!))
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Date: 2006-10-23 05:14 am (UTC)"Hello, Camilla - may I call you Camilla? Afraid I got a little lost. Oh, but these (http://www.beneva.com/product.cfm/iteID/1629) are for you," she said, handing the gift over.
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Date: 2006-10-23 10:52 am (UTC)After several terrified moments in the corridor, spent staring at the door because he was unused to company and wasn't sure if he was able to be amiable or not, he gently knocked on the door. "Mademoiselle Camilla?" He bowed formally and held out the bouquet. "I thank you for your most kind invitation. These are for you."
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Date: 2006-10-23 10:14 pm (UTC)As he couldn't think of anything else to day, he took off his hat and went to sit down.
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Date: 2006-10-23 11:01 am (UTC)"Hello? Camilla? Do forgive me for being late. I was practicing and lost track of the time."
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Date: 2006-10-23 09:15 pm (UTC)*(( Oliver-mun hasn't been able to post yet but will be arriving, so I'm assuming Oliver's presence at this time, which makes a full party except for the loss of Dawn. You're all wonderful! ))
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Date: 2006-10-23 10:18 pm (UTC)He managed to continue smiling at Adam, who Marius thought looked a little confused, and took a sip from his glass of wine, motioning Adam to do the same with his glass of water.
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Date: 2006-10-23 11:37 pm (UTC)deliciousyoung man on his right. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure, my good sir. I am Robin Goodfellow, at your service."---
((*Let us live while we live.))
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Date: 2006-10-23 11:57 pm (UTC)"Please raise your glass to Miss Macaulay,
Who always makes her dinners jolly.
We're filled with cheer but not with folly!
She's got us in our places, by golly,
As if she were a border collie!
Let's eat! I think I see the tea trolley!"
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