RP open to Gryffindors: Camilla gets her bearings.
There was something delightfully clandestine about having to give a password to a speaking portrait in order to enter Gryffindor.
It was a pity no one had told Camilla what this password was, when she had been Sorted into that House.
She had a large pigskin suitcase with her, inherited from a friend, and upon this she sat beside the portrait, carrying on with the Fat Lady a desultory conversation. Someone was bound to come by, sooner or later.
It was a pity no one had told Camilla what this password was, when she had been Sorted into that House.
She had a large pigskin suitcase with her, inherited from a friend, and upon this she sat beside the portrait, carrying on with the Fat Lady a desultory conversation. Someone was bound to come by, sooner or later.