closed RP: Henry Winter, Camilla Macaulay, Silas, John House
The Great Hall was where everyone ate most meals. There wasn't any reason to suspect the food there of tampering, as far as Camilla knew. Magical chocolates might be one thing; brownies quite another. Brownies made sense as communal dormitory food. She didn't give it a second thought. Absently she snagged one and wrapped it in a napkin to munch once she got back to her room. Unlike Bunny, she could manage to snack and do her reading without dropping crumbs down into the binding of her textbooks.
The desk she now shared with Henry he'd crowded with neat piles of the books that had come from London. They needed a bookcase. She'd have to read on the bed, then, and be careful not to drop crumbs there either. Shrugging, she took her shoes off and curled up with the transfiguration textbook.
She'd had better brownies. Oh, well. What could one expect from dormitory food?
What one did not expect was what happened. She was ten pages into the chapter, and a quarter of the way through the brownie, when it hit.
She blinked. She'd been here before. She'd had this dream before.
She was seven years old. Her name was Camilla Macaulay. And she'd been in this castle once before. No one would hurt her. She would be brave. She would stay in one place and wait until she woke up.
(( The RP is now completed. ))