𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨; 𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳

selkies and scotch ales

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Morning breaks and Camden arrives in Everton.

The village seems to cling onto the coastline, rocky cliffsides elevating the town above the ocean's angry waves. They're loud, the waves. Camden can constantly hear them as if they are some sort of distant whisper she can't quite make out. She finds them an inn, and from its window, she can see the grisly, gray sea follow the push and pull of the moon.

Bear puts his nose to the ground and sniffs out whatever scents linger on the carpet. Camden drops her bags of essentials on the top of the bed, wrinkling the sheets. "I'm adding the costs of room and board onto your tab," she remarks, carrying over the one in her head. She had told the lady up front running the place that their stay would be indefinite. Meaning, much to the absolute dismay of Camden, the cost would be indefinite as well.

She's just sort of hoping Evan is actually as rich as he's saying he is.

Evan's a step behind her, eying the room like he's got a foul flavor lingering on his tongue. "Excellent, paying to sleep on the floor," he drawls. "Are you sure you don't want to let me have the bed? I've heard sleeping on the floor can work wonders for your back."

"Aye, that'll be perfect for you then, since you've done nothing but complain about your back for the last twelve hours," Camden snarks, and busies her hands with the bag before her, keeping her back to him. Only a few days with her and he's lost that pretty, rich boy gloss. His hair is disheveled, the bruise is turning a sickly yellow, and exhaustion drapes itself over his face like a luxury product. Camden's finding it easier to just not look at him.

She pushes aside Lachlan's half-burned journal and a pair of worn socks to get Bear's food and bowls. After a long another impossibly long stint in the car, she knows he would prefer to catch something fresh, but his dried food will have to do, for now. "So," Evan asks, and without looking Camden can tell his shifting his weight from foot to foot behind her, "what do we do now?"

Keeping her head down, Camden pushes past him and slides into the bathroom, bowls in hands, aware of the way Evan trails her. "Well, I was planning on doing a bit of laundry in here and then taking Bear out while it dries," she states, turning on the sink and rinsing off the ceramic bowls. "I have some things I need to sort through, would love to take a shower. Then I'll probably find a pub and get pissed."

She dries off the bowls with a scratchy little hand towel. She fills one with water. Evan stands limp in the bathroom doorway. "Well, what about me? What about finding Regulus?"

Camden stops, dropping her wet hands by her side and looking up at Evan. "Go and find him on your own. I can't do everything for you," she grumbles and resumes getting Bear's breakfast together as if he were not there.

Water sloshes in the bowl as Camden carries it out to Bear, setting it down on the carpet for him. He sits, waiting patiently, with his tail flicking from side to side as Camden scoops out a portion of his dry food. "What, you're not coming with me?" Evan asks, somehow sounding like he's stuck in disbelief. Camden puts the food down next to the water, and with an affirmation from her, Bear lunges into it.

"No," Camden replies easily, hands on her hips as she observes Bear eating. "What use would I be? Don't know shite about your friend or how to find him."

"Yeah, but you know about muggle things," Evan counters. "You're the only muggle I've ever met before. I don't know how to talk to other muggles! I barely know how to talk to you!"

Camden drops her head back and her gaze up to the ceiling. "Evan," she starts slowly, patience wearing thin, "it's not like you speak a different language," she insists, straightening out to finally look at him. He looks nervous, eyes wide as he stares her down. "You go up to people, and you say, 'Oi, you seen my friend? He's got a stupid name.' It's really not hard. And if you say something mental, they'll probably just chalk it up to you being English."