RP open to Gryffindors: Camilla gets her bearings.

[c_macaulay]

There was something delightfully clandestine about having to give a password to a speaking portrait in order to enter Gryffindor

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[average_adam]

Heading back to Gryffindor after a long day of walking outside, Adam saw someone new sitting outside with a suitcase.

"Hi! New Gryffindor?"

[c_macaulay]

Camilla nodded. "The portrait's very nice, but she won't let me in. She's very apologetic about it. I'm supposed to have a password to give her?"

[average_adam]

Adam laughed. "Well, that is her job. Right now the password is razorback."

The portrait swung open and he gallantly gestured for her to go in.

"Welcome to Gryffindor tower, then. My name's Adam. What's yours?"

[c_macaulay]

"Camilla," she said, simply. "Thank you." She took the suitcase by the handle, clearly needing no help with it, and there was an air about her that suggested she would politely but firmly refuse assistance if it were offered. "So why did the Hat put you in Gryffindor, Adam? It said something to me about wearing proper uniforms, and not wasting gravy."

[big_broomstick]

Oliver was sitting n one of the overstuffed chairs in the common room. He saw a new girl talking to that rotten scoundrel the current Gryffindor Quidditch Captain and a man he didn't recognize. "Hullo," he said to the two unfamiliar people, while trying to pretend that Adam didn't exist.

[c_macaulay]

Camilla, hearing a new voice, turned. "Hello," she answered, pleasantly. "I don't remember you from my Sorting. I'm new -- Camilla Macaulay."

[big_broomstick]

"Sorry about that," he said, "I really haven't made it to a lot of Sortings lately." He looked her up and down, but tried to be discrete about it. "It's a shame, really. I might miss out on my next star player."

[c_macaulay]

"Star player?" Camilla was curious. "I'm a good hand at lawn croquet, and euchre. I think you're probably talking about something a bit more organised?"