closed RP (Henry and Camilla): some explaining to do
Camilla had returned to Hogwarts sooner rather than later. Distrustful of healers wanting to poke around in his memories, Henry had declined to recuperate at St Mungo's. The pair had gone to ground in a nearby hotel until Camilla thought Henry could handle the train trip back -- she still didn't want to risk apparating, not when splinching was a possibility. They'd spent two nights in a bland mediocre suite at a bland mediocre Hilton, establishing a strange equilibrium: Camilla all too aware of the strain that the sudden return of stolen memories would entail, Henry for his part equally aware of the strain his mysterious disappearance would have caused Camilla, each trying to take care of the other. Henry rubbed Camilla's back; Camilla read Stendhal aloud to Henry, long passages from The Charterhouse of Parma, until he could sleep. Real sleep, normal sleep. Camilla found it calming just to watch. She wasn't sure she'd ever seen him sleep this well as long as she'd known him. Maybe the St Mungo's healers had gone beyond the obvious problems and fixed something deeper, more systemic.
She couldn't know because she wouldn't ask. She knew nothing, as yet, of what the healers had found wrong with him, much less how they'd treated it. All she knew was that Henry had arrived missing his memory from freshman year to the present day, and that he'd emerged with his memory restored.
Much less would she disturb him with any discussion of the things she'd gone through while he wandered around Hogwarts ignorant of her existence.
As far as Camilla was concerned, the less Henry had to worry about, the better.
Upon their arrival at Hogwarts, she'd taken immediate charge of their domestic arrangements, the same way she'd done with the travel arrangements. "I'll talk to the house elves. If there's anything they can't handle, Silas can help. I won't go anywhere near Bunny's room," she reassured him. Let him decompress in the library -- it was where he belonged anyhow. He had his self-possession now, and how he chose to handle any of their acquaintances he might encounter would be his own concern. She'd take her cue from Henry in that regard. Unless he wanted to tell them, it wasn't their business.
She also took the opportunity to have the house-elves appropriate some bookcases from vacant rooms and move them into her own room, to give all Henry's books a permanent residence. Directing the reconfiguration of furniture absorbed her attention quite pleasantly. So she scarcely noticed the passage of time, and was quite surprised to see how late it was when Henry finally returned.
"Hi, you," she greeted him, happily, simply.
(( possessive muses --> smut. NSFW-ish. ))