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trigger warnings: anxiety, supernatural shit (why tf read this though), trauma sort of
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CAM'S POINT OF VIEW
THE train's horn blasted through the small country station as it puffed down the tracks. The group crossed over the small bridge that connected the two sides of the station.
"Wow! There's a lot of green," George exclaimed as he walked at the back of the group, "Never been outside of London before, George?" Lockwood commented.
"I visit my gran in Sidcup,"
"Sidcup is in London," Cam corrected, walking beside Lockwood.
"Well, then you have your answer. Doesn't look like I've missed much," George remarked, observing the pastures that surrounded them.
"I can't believe we're going to Sir John Fairfax's house," Lockwood exclaimed, reminding Cam of a kid in a candy store. Although, he'd never actually seen a kid in the candy story. Hell, he hasn't even been to a candy store.
"You know I'm starting to think Lockwood's got the hard-on for Fairfax," Lucy joked to Cam, who grinned, "I think so too,"
"Oh, shut up you two," Lockwood scolded.
"Good luck with that; once you get Cam to talk he's not shutting up," Annie butted in, getting an offended look from Cam, "Okay, what the hell man, as if you and George are quiet in your room all day,"
George and Annie both dropped their mouths at the boy who just grinned as he kept walking next to Lockwood.
"But I mean, if you want to put it like that. He's succeeded in everything he's tried. Publishing, show business. He didn't even start smelting until he was in his thirties. And now look at him. And he came from nothing too,"
Cam raised an eyebrow slightly as he listened, "I have a feeling Fairfax is the equivalent of Taylor Swift for Annie and I,"
"Nah, he's old money. And you have a massive house in central London," George disagreed, "Well, mortgaged to the hilt, George. I'm practically a serf,"
The group exit the platform through a narrow doorway, where Fairfax's assistant stood near a bright red car with her arms folded.
