cam i am

seventh year slytherin. part-time spy for ministry of magic, but that's on a need-to-know basis.

[itsadreamoflove-deactivated2016]

Love shrugged her shoulders and continues leisurely stacking the cups. “Perhaps it’s a test of logic and skill. I’d rather everything be more reactive than active today, it’s more my speed. That’s why I wandered over here. Did you come over to ponder the meaningless existence of these cups?Or perhaps to interrogate them on the point of their lives?” She finished slyly, a smirk hanging on the edges of her lips.

[cam-elliot-blog]

Cam only sniffed. “I came over entirely to complain. You’re stuck with me now.” A roar emerged from the small cup-crowed, and he stared out over them like a bleak hawk. “I hate cup-stacking. And Quidditch. Why am I here? Ugh.”

[helenbennet-archives]

it’s you | cam and helen

[helenbennet-archives]

Helen heard him sniff and shoved him back, slightly with a smile. “Oh, please, now you’re just being dramatic.” She stood up, offering her hand to him. “Come on, it looks like its going to start raining soon and I know how much you love the rain.”

[cam-elliot-blog]

He brightened as Helen stood. “You’re right,” Cam answered. He reached out and took her hand, using his free hand to pull his wand out of his pocket.“I love the rain. Impervius.”  The misty rain that seemed to beckon from beyond the chlorophyll-tinted panes would stay off of them. “Did you want to get lunch?” Cam asked hopefully as they made their way back towards the castle.

[livewithliamlumley-blog]

Dusty Mic // Liam and Open

[livewithliamlumley-blog]

Liam bit his lip, attempting to remember exactly what a hashtag was. He knew it was something to do with the muggle Internet, but nothing more than that. “Mr. Elliot has spoken, get that hashtag going listeners. Gotta shorten it up though, something like #CantHandleCam. Definitely open to suggestions here, folks!” 

[cam-elliot-blog]

Cam nodded along with attentiveness, chin resting on one fist. “Right, right.” He looked slowly over to the Hufflepuff, eyes roving around the room. “In other news,” he began slowly. “It does look like our three-day streak of weak, watery sunlight continues. I almost saw a whole ray walking to the Greenhouses.

[itsadreamoflove-deactivated2016]

“There is no point, just like the rest of these field games. I guess you could say technically the point is something like teamwork or competition, but honestly there is no point.” Love said to the other boy at the cup stacking station. 

[cam-elliot-blog]

“Well, I suppose that’s a given,” Cam answered. He hadn’t had much exposure to the young Ravenclaw prefect, and wondered how well this was going to go. “Though, I meant specifically why is it a station today? Shouldn’t everything be more active than reactive?”

[helenbennet-archives]

it’s you | cam and helen

[helenbennet-archives]

“Considering you don’t have any other friends, who else’ll do it for you?” Helen asked him. “Besides, I’m just glad I’m in your hierarchy at all…” She’d finished the sentence rather softly. The end phrasing of ‘of pals’ didn’t go amiss, and while it gave her a hollow sort of melancholy feeling, she’d meant what she said.

[cam-elliot-blog]

Cam scrunched his face in distaste. “Helen, you know that I would much rather prefer to continue on in ignorance than be alerted to the reality of my highly-selective friendships.” He then looked over at her, picking up on the way her volume suddenly decreased. “Yeah, whatever. Pretend you aren’t the golden block at the top,” Cam sniffed. “All the other measly friendships I have pale in comparison to the depth of ours.”

[wallace-quimby-archive]

“Well… d’you get to keep them, once they’re stacked?”

[cam-elliot-blog]

“Who gives a bloody fuck?” Cam responded. “All I see is that Iona is good at it. So naturally it’s all horse shit.”

[kizziewells-blog]

“The point is that it tests and builds your agility, accuracy, attention to detail, stress-management, delicate touch, and architectural knowledge.” She laughed and shook her head. “No, it’s just fun is all. Like how people play chess or checkers for fun? Some people stack cups.”

[cam-elliot-blog]

“Oh, Kizzie, my sweet, perceptive little Red Vine.” Cam sighed pointedly as he looked out at the cup-stacking tables. “You’ve caught me. I simply don’t like this dreadful agility test.”

[livewithliamlumley-blog]

Dusty Mic // Liam and Open

[livewithliamlumley-blog]

Liam smirked back, oddly relieved to hear that Raleigh was as saintly as he made her out to be. He soon found himself lowering his head, embarrassed about what had been recently said about him in the Witch’s Whisper. He knew he wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box, but he was no dunce. “No worries from this guy, it’s all in good fun. If I remember right, you got killed in that fmk game, yah?

[cam-elliot-blog]

Cam snorted. The gossip rag was always good for a laugh. He had a suspicion that those mysterious folks who ran the rag were around at all times, and it fascinated him. “I’m too holy for Mordred to handle. Make that a hashtag this summer.” He pointed at the open air with authority. “I’m counting on you, listeners. Lumley will hold you to it.”

[helenbennet-archives]

it’s you | cam and helen

[helenbennet-archives]

A small smile made its way onto Helen’s face at Cam’s confidence. She herself wasn’t quite confident about the near future, but in this moment, she’d let herself pretend she was convinced by Cam’s words. 

When he placed his arm over her, she leaned into his chest, before taking a risk and wrapped her own arm over his torso. She could smell him so clearly. Helen swallowed because she liked him far too much. He was always afraid people would take advantage of her, but she knew, the worst one she’d let take advantage of her was him. Finally, she spoke again, quietly replying, “You’re not that popular, Cam.”

[cam-elliot-blog]

He snorted as Helen spoke. He still made no move to shrug her off him. He was quite comfortable there. “You’re so honest,” Cam whined. “Why would you drag me down like that? The fact that you’re my only best friend might make you feel like you aren’t valued at the top of my hierarchy of pals.”

[samuel-wise-archive]

His threat seemed to carry weight, or at least Cam wasn’t laughing, so that probably meant it had actually worked somewhat. Sam was surprised, but his surprise quickly morphed into awkwardness. Scowling at Lux for poking him and calling him innocent in the same motion, he suddenly stopped, perpelexed. He should be cool, right? They were Prefects, too… But he just blinked at Cam, feeling like someone else should take over the controls of his body and mind, someone who actually knew what they were doing. Then he went for it. He shrugged, and looked away. “Doesn’t bother me.” 

If Helen ever got wind of this she was going to murder him with a trowel.

[lux-klausen]

Lux grinned at Sam’s scowl, resisting the urge to ruffle his hair, or something else Sam would hate. It wasn’t so much that he liked annoying Sam, and it wasn’t just that he was a naturally touchy person. There was also a part of him that really wanted Sam to finally just open his mouth and tell him to knock it off, since it obviously irritated him. “Alright man, if you’re sure.” Lux said after a moment, shrugging.

“I got enough to share.” He told Sam as he lit up, in a tone of voice that said clearly he didn’t think Sam would take him up on it. He inhaled the smoke for a moment and blew it away from the younger prefect, before handing it off to Cam with a grin. 

[cam-elliot-blog]

Cam took what he was offered and shot Sam a crooked, taunting grin. “Course there is. Though, the less you take, Wise, the more there is for me.” He blew a quick smoke ring after a long pull. It ended with a long sigh as Cam relaxed back against the stone wall. ”I needed this,” he sighed, nodding towards the Forbidden Forest with an expression of contentment.

[cam-elliot-blog]

“It’s not so much that I’m not good at cup stacking, I just don’t see the point of it.”

[helenbennet-archives]

it’s you | cam and helen

[helenbennet-archives]

That did sound rough. But anything that Cam made out to sound like a problem received Helen’s sympathies. “Well, at least it’s for a good cause– You’re helping people. I can’t think of anything nobler.” Helen took in what he’d said about barely seeing the sun. They both would be endlessly. She paused, letting her gaze flicker away from Cam, before she spoke again. “Do you think we’ll still be friends after graduation?”

[cam-elliot-blog]

“Of course!” Cam answered her immediately, his tone incredulous. “I plan on being your friend forever, Helen. A year or a job or a new apartment won’t change that for me.” Still leaned up against her, Cam’s arm moved to drape over her shoulder. “No matter how popular I appear to be, you’re my best friend. I promise.”

[helenbennet-archives]

it’s you | cam and helen

[helenbennet-archives]

“You’re assuming I’d be sleeping.” Helen joked before letting her quiet chuckle dissolve with a small shake of her head. “I’m sure you didn’t.” She sounded teasing, but she really did believe him. “The only problem is Arthur isn’t like you at all. He’s brasher– Bolder.“ Angrier. But he couldn’t really be blamed. “I don’t know yet. And I don’t think I’m in the position to be picky. I can only hope it’s affordable.” Helen lightly nudged him with her arm. “I’ve got a bleak future, so let’s talk a bit brighter– What about you, Healer Elliot? What’s in your agenda after graduation?”

[cam-elliot-blog]

Cam sat back against her nudge, effectively towering over her. “I’ve no clue about the practical bits. But my ‘job’ is all lined up. If you’re kind enough to call it that.” He grimaced for a moment, considering. “Sixty hours of on-call work for entry-level healing apprentices. Like yourself, I’ll be grateful to see the sun once or twice a month.”

[helenbennet-archives]

it’s you | cam and helen

[helenbennet-archives]

“Nothing fancy or exciting,” Helen answered him, looking down and twiddled her thumbs. “I can’t leave Arthur alone during the day– I mean, I don’t think he’d get into too much trouble, but I need to be there for him when he needs me. It should be fine though for me to work nights. He’ll be asleep or something. So I’ve been applying to twenty-four hour diners, hospitals, and front desk jobs at motels and hotels– things like that. But when Arthur goes back to Hogwarts for the year, I could take on another, probably.”

[cam-elliot-blog]

“If you’re working nights, you’ll be sleeping during the day. So Arthur is still unattended. But I was left unattended loads of times the summer before last-- I didn’t get up to any trouble.” Cam crossed his heart as he spoke. It was true that he had been utterly bored that year, but not inspired to do anything particularly problematic. “Where’d you plan to stay, anyway? Someplace quiet would be way easier to leave him alone than say, downtown London.”

[livewithliamlumley-blog]

Dusty Mic // Liam and Open

[livewithliamlumley-blog]

Liam beamed with surprise at how well the Slytherin boy took to the mic, like he’d been doing it his whole life. “I read that as well, loads of rubbish in the Whisper though, yah? I don’t think it’s true myself, cause wasn’t Grace dating that Bolton boy? She’s mighty lovely, I don’t see her as the two-timing type.”

[cam-elliot-blog]

“Heard she broke up with Bolton,” Cam blustered, waving away the implication that Grace was two-timing anyone. “And I can vouch for Raleigh, she’s not the saucy sort to cheat.” Cam smirked over at his newfound radio companion. “Are you skeptical of the Whisper ‘cus Mordred seems to think you’re downright barmy? Don’t fret about that, Liam my lad. Atleast he thinks you’re pretty, too. ”

[samuel-wise-archive]

Sam was taken aback for a brief second, surprise crossing his face before he steeled it back to seriousness. “Well, she’s forgiving like that. Better than me. But, you fuck with her again,” he said, trying to make the swear seem natural and like something he totally did all the time, even though it really really wasn’t, “And you’ll be eating your toast through a straw. Got it?” He definitely meant it, but he was also prepared to not be taken seriously, if history were any indicator. Sam clenched his jaw defensively, waiting for the laughter that would undoubtably be thrown at his face. He only darted a quick look over to Lux, wondering what Elliot meant by his carrying comment. That was a drug thing, wasn’t it? If he did have some, should Sam say something? They were all prefects, though… he wasn’t sure of the protocol.

[lux-klausen]

Lux shifted to stare at Sam incredulously, his jaw badly wanting to hang open at the out of character anger and cursing, and the entire situation he had found himself in. You fall asleep by a wall and wake up to your game master and the dude you smoke with during patrols fighting over a lady. Wild. He paused with a gummy halfway to his mouth, glancing at Cam with a smirk and popping it into his mouth, poking Sam on the shoulder with a finger. “Cameron please, not in front of the Samuel- we’ll corrupt his innocence.” He didn’t need to know how often Cam and Lux had split a joint on their way to D&D. “But you should know me well enough to know I am.”

[cam-elliot-blog]

Cam made the wise choice to remain stoic and silent as Sam made his threats. It wasn’t quite his style, but he knew that it came from the Gryffindor’s longstanding friendship with Helen. He certainly couldn’t fault it. Instead he spoke once more to Lux. “I do know you well enough. That’s why I asked in the first place.” Turning his attention to Sam, the seventh year raised his brows. “And our young Samuel is probably not so innocent as we would prefer. Would you care if we smoked, Wise?” 

[livewithliamlumley-blog]

Dusty Mic // Liam and Open

[livewithliamlumley-blog]

“It doesn’t matter really, there’s no set theme to my show. We can talk about anything you like, Quidditch, exams, castle drama, although I wouldn’t go crazy on that last one. Or I could just ask you questions and we’ll let it flow from there.” The song had ended about five seconds prior and Liam grabbed the mic quickly to make up for the lost time. “Ay all, I’m joined here by my fellow 7th year Cam Elliot! Who was justa ‘bout to decide our next topic. Cam?”

[cam-elliot-blog]

“Ooh, castle drama,” Cam responded, leaning forward on his elbows. With wide eyes, he spoke more to the mic than he did to Lumley. “Let’s talk about drama folks. Is it possible that Raleigh and Erichson are just pretending to date? I heard they got outed by an anonymous owl to the Witches Whisper this morning. Wild.”