Thanks to
magic brownies, Camilla was seven years old.
Thanks to insufferable slights against her gender, Camilla was also
furious.
She marched right out of Gryffindor dormitory, out into the castle courtyard, calling for house elves, whom she knew would bring her whatever she wanted. "We need croquet equipment," she ordered. "Arches and balls and mallets. We need them set up right there."
Only then did she turn to await her erstwhile companions. The sun warmed her hair and set it alight, but her eyes were ice.
(( Tagging order at present is: John, Silas, Camilla, Henry, Ed, Susan, Dean, Steph. If you want to join the RP, let us know via chat and we'll add you on! John, Camilla, and Henry have left. Silas, Ed, Susan, Dean, and Steph are now at the Whomping Willow. ))