closed RP: Camilla visits the new and improved Dean!hut
Capricious house elves. They'd let Camilla go to Sortings, or to the library. The rest of the time they insisted she stay in the tent village. She tried waving Francis's birdwatching binoculars at them, pleading to be allowed at least this hobby, but it hadn't held much water with them until on a stroke of inspiration Camilla claimed she wanted to go see the groundskeeper, to ask him about birdwatching spots on campus. For some reason that had a ring of veracity to them, or perhaps invoking the name of a staff member was what did the trick. Camilla couldn't be sure. Anyway she knew the groundskeeper, though not well, and she'd intended to drop by sometime anyhow.
When bored or otherwise at loose ends, Camilla had a habit of dropping by acquaintances' places unannounced. Most of her friends did this. (At least she didn't help herself to the contents of their refrigerators, the way Bunny did.)
Camilla had never actually been to the groundskeeper's hut before, so she had little notion it had ever been other than what she saw before her now. The ramshackle structure bore the definite signs of a woman's touch, down to the bright floral salutation that passed for a welcome mat. Frilly pink curtains peeped through the windows, nary a cobweb to be seen. A set of windchimes hung from the eaves near the door, pealing a cheery cascade of notes when the summer breeze stirred them.
Either Dean was a surprising find for gay men -- straight-acting, totally butch, yet his taste in decor went to the extremes of effeminacy! -- or that woman Lily'd been talking about had decided to mark her territory. What was her name? Oh, Rebecca or something, Camilla hadn't really thought it important enough to process. Well, it hardly mattered.
Elaborate binoculars dangling from a strap in her hand, she raised her other hand to knock lightly at the front door. "Hello? Dean?"
When bored or otherwise at loose ends, Camilla had a habit of dropping by acquaintances' places unannounced. Most of her friends did this. (At least she didn't help herself to the contents of their refrigerators, the way Bunny did.)
Camilla had never actually been to the groundskeeper's hut before, so she had little notion it had ever been other than what she saw before her now. The ramshackle structure bore the definite signs of a woman's touch, down to the bright floral salutation that passed for a welcome mat. Frilly pink curtains peeped through the windows, nary a cobweb to be seen. A set of windchimes hung from the eaves near the door, pealing a cheery cascade of notes when the summer breeze stirred them.
Either Dean was a surprising find for gay men -- straight-acting, totally butch, yet his taste in decor went to the extremes of effeminacy! -- or that woman Lily'd been talking about had decided to mark her territory. What was her name? Oh, Rebecca or something, Camilla hadn't really thought it important enough to process. Well, it hardly mattered.
Elaborate binoculars dangling from a strap in her hand, she raised her other hand to knock lightly at the front door. "Hello? Dean?"