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Benjamin Harrison Cabin Campfire - Late Saturday Evening

If you had asked her four days ago, Rose would never have guessed she'd be on some little island in Maryland tonight. She should have been tired after a long series of days, but the cabin seemed too stuffy and hot, and she found herself outside at the campfire.

She surprised herself by managing to light a fire in the pit, and Rose sat just to the side of it, poking at the fire more to soothe her frustrations than actually help the fire. Which became evident as the fire started to sputter and smoke into the night.

Rose paid no attention to that though, too busy glaring at the cabin or the sky to notice something silly like the actual campfire.

[OOC: Campfire = open.]

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Edmund cleared his throat and thought carefully about what he was about to say. "Hi, how are you? You must be new. I'm Edmund. Where are you from? Oh, really, I've never heard of that. Have you heard about gremlins yet? They're small, reptilian and like to bite you and make you have hallucinations. Yes, this place is quite weird. It's a hub between all different sorts of universes and dimensions. I'm not joking. We have aliens and vampires and people who can do magic and classes aren't normal and every semester we end up fighting something or other that tries to ruin the island. How's your brain?" He took a breath. "That's generally it. I may have missed a detail or two."

Rose had stopped listening after a certain word. "Vampires? What kind? Strigoi?"

"I don't know. I never really asked. They were before my time. Are you familiar with vampires then?"

"You could say that," Rose said dryly, realising there was no way someone would be mentioning Strigoi so offhandedly. There must have been a Moroi who came here before. She'd find out. "I've known a few. So what universe or dimension are you from?"

"Narnia," Edmund replied. "No vampires there that I know of. Talking Beasts, dryads, mermaids and centaurs though. And fauns, can't forget the fauns."

"What does forgetting the fauns lead to? Insanity? Retribution?"

"Scolding from Mr Tumnus. Possibly a lecture on the importance of fauns in Narnia's history. It's almost as bad as a guilt trip."

Rose made a face. "Sounds like I'd forget them just to convince him the lecturing does no good."

"That's why it's almost as bad as a guilt trip. I tried that once, and, well it's the sad eyes. And the pouting," he frowned. "I don't know quite how he does it, but it made me feel awful for a week."

There was a point when Rose wondered if Edmund was gay. This was it.

"And now you've never forgotten the fauns again?" she asked. "What are fauns?"

"Fauns are like Pan, the Greek god? Or was it Roman? Top half of the body is human, bottom half is goat."

"Doesn't that make for some - um - difficulties?"

Ed frowned, not entirely sure what she meant. "Difficulties?"

"You know," Rose wasn't entirely sure how to phrase it. "Well, I suppose the kissing would be normal, but everything else seems like it would have to be adjusted." She frowned. "I don't know what a goat's bottom half is like though so maybe not."

That look on Edmund's face? A mix of confusion, horror and embarrassment. "Er, uh, no, it's not. I'm not. I don't like fauns. What?" Besides, fauns were more Lucy's thing.

"Oh!" Rose covered her mouth with her hand, trying not to giggle at Edmund's response. "I'm sorry! It just sounded like you were with him."

Edmund could be very diplomatic. He could forge treaties with foreign nations, get through state visits with no problem and speak to an army and have them believe every word he said. Here though, in less than ten minutes, this girl had managed to leave him completely speechless. That was why there was the gaping mouth thing going on. Eventually, he found his voice. "No. I don't even - no." He shook his head and picked up his canteen to have a drink.

"We won't mention it again then," Rose offered. Unless she really needed to see him gape like a fish again.

After a sip of his drink, he was feeling significantly better and if in the light of the fire his cheeks were a bit pink, it was only because of the heat the fire was giving off. "Sorry, you caught me a bit off-guard. Mr Tumnus is an advisor and teacher at home. He means well, he's just a bit of a nag at times. Were you at a school before you came here?" Yes, smooth change of subject there, Edmund.

Very smooth. Barely even noticeable.

"What does he advise you on?" she asked innocently before letting him have his change of subject. "In a way. I'm here because I got expelled but I hadn't gone to that school for two years so...sort of."

"Matters of state," Edmund replied, then quickly followed with, "you were expelled?"

"Technically I ran away first," Rose admitted. "Matters of state sounds pretty official. Should you be talking to someone who got booted from school?"

She was mostly teasing.

"I'm fairly sure I'm allowed to talk to anyone I want. And as you said, you didn't get 'booted' from school, you left first."

She was playing with the long hair falling over her shoulder now, studying the fire. "Well, first Liss and I ran away. We lived around the country for a couple years, but this week, the school tracked us down." She shrugged. "Then they threw me out. So Both work, really."

"Technicality. I think you got in first. I'm guessing Fandom wasn't your first choice of where to go next."

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