Who: Cassiopeia and Lorcan When: Saturday Evening (just before sunset) Where: Bungalow 16 What: Cassiopeia arrives and meets her Bungalow-mate. Rating: G Status: Complete
The last thing Cassiopeia wanted was to be clad in only a nightdress while arriving in a strange place. But, there she was, wearing a white cotton gown that left her shoulders bare (something she never did in public), though it thankfully fell to her knees and was heavy enough that it wasn't capable of showing her figure through it. Still, as she was pushed and prodded she couldn't help but feel a certain indignity at the entire situation. And where she was going, she had no idea. A friendly enough woman had set her on her way, ignoring her request for, at the very least, a robe to cover herself, along with her questions about what was going on. With a line of luggage in tow, Cassiopeia had been sent out into the world, with no idea where to go until one of the pieces of luggage began to push her. After some time of trying to fight it, she gave in, and allowed it to forcefully show her the way.
It led her to a rather shabby looking building with a sign on the door that read her name, and someone else's: Lorcan Scamander. Obviously, the entire thing made her suspicious. Where was she? Who had brought her here? Why wasn't she allowed to dress properly? Who was this Lorcan Scamander? What if someone meant her harm? Why did the land look so strange? Why was it so warm? Whatever the answer, she couldn't help feeling anxious. Part of her was convinced she was dreaming, another that she might have gone insane and was suffering a very realistic hallucination. Either way, she was trying not to be hysterical, not to yell at the luggage to stop it's insufferable hitting. It seemed that her only option was to go inside, never mind if she did give into hysterics, since the luggage simply wouldn't let her go anywhere else.
Hesitantly, she knocked on the door, as she'd always been taught that it was exceptionally rude to enter a home, or building, without first making your presence known. Even if your name did appear on the door next to some stranger's. As she waited, she tried her best to position herself behind the luggage, hoping it would distract from her clothes, and crossed her arms over her chest. It was the best she could do in making herself feel more comfortable (which was not comfortable at all) until she was able to find more clothes to put on. And there was nothing she could do to stop herself from feeling afraid, even though she repeatedly told herself that she wasn't afraid at all.