sock and closed RP (Ned and Camilla, Camilla and Catelyn)
The Stark family had appropriated an entire series of rooms in the Gryffindor dormitory, mostly unconnected to one another directly, but opening onto a single corridor. Ned did not expect his children to live with him -- one of them, Sansa, most decidedly would not, preferring to remain with her unlikely husband in Slytherin -- but he wanted them to know they were welcome if they chose it. This corridor unto itself had become a sort of annex of Winterfell in exile.
It was easy to find. Next to the grudgingly tolerated Gryffindor lion, a direwolf standard had been hung upon the wall.
Not many people came here who were not Westerosi or in some other way connected to the Stark family. Thus, Ned was surprised when one afternoon a young woman came asking after Catelyn.
"Silas said I could find her here," the woman said, perfectly composed despite what to Ned seemed a scandalous costume (a dress that almost bared her knees!) and an obvious unfamiliarity with Westerosi manners. Indeed she seemed not to know who Ned was. I should accustom myself to such casual address, he thought wryly. Odd that he should still react in the old ways. Then again, Ned Stark could never be accused of adapting too easily to anything. If he could not adapt to King's Landing, how should he adapt any more readily to a place so alien as Hogwarts?
He realised, as he explained to her stiffly where she could find Catelyn (out in the courtyard, taking the air), that in part his false expectations came from the weird fact that this woman looked a little like Catelyn. Golden-haired rather than Catelyn's auburn, and younger in appearance if not in years -- it was hard to tell, with these Hogwarts people -- and grey-eyed to Catelyn's blue, nothing like a twin, no confusion possible. Nonetheless the facial similarities were uncanny, and would have been more so if not for her smooth skin, a contrast to Cat's unpleasant souvenirs of the Freys' hospitality. Ned noticed these similarities and differences dispassionately. To him, Cat would always be nonpareil, because Cat was the mother of his children.
The woman introduced herself, politely enough if you expected no curtseys, as Camilla Macaulay. It was a name Ned did not recognise, and he asked as politely as he could in reply, "How came you to know my wife?"
"Your wife?" Camilla blinked. She seemed taken aback, Ned knew not why. "Catelyn? We have a mutual friend."
"I see. It is good to know she has friends here," said Ned with his typical reserved warmth.
"Oh, she definitely does," said Camilla, straight-faced. "I don't want to miss her -- I'd better go," and she flitted off, not without a final smile and a handshake, that gesture Ned never thought he'd get used to exchanging with a woman.
People at Hogwarts were very strange.