l’habit ne fait pas le moine || ricky & cambie
@diederick-dmornay
[Usually, Cambie is delighted to welcome new people into Delma. That enthusiasm is dimmed significantly by the knowledge that this newcomer is on the side of the NWRF. Cambie has always been of the opinion that you ought never to judge people before meeting them, but when it comes to Reformists... well, they’ve made their stance clear. She’ll never be able to see eye to eye with them. Still, she is Delma’s head of house, and it would be remiss of her not to welcome newcomers. There’s always that little glimmer of hope that maybe this Reformist isn’t an unforgivably dreadful person, though that hope frequently disappoints Cambie.
The common room is abuzz with activity - the storm is keeping everyone cooped up, and Cambie’s doing her best not to hover. Most of the afternoon has been spent in her office, though the weather’s gotten to her, too. She’s usually mindful of dressing in a moderately professional manner, but today she’s still dressed in the leotard and tights she’d been dancing in earlier, with an oversized grey cardigan thrown over the top. She could change into something smarter in the interests of welcoming her new colleague, and maybe she would, but she just can’t bring herself to dress up for a Reformist.
She will, at least, make a hot drink. She can’t not put the kettle on. She makes one cup of tea, one of coffee, and will drink whichever he doesn’t want. He’s easy to spot in the common room, because he’s the only one she doesn’t recognise.]
Diederick, right? I’m Cambie, your head of house. Glad to see you found us alright. Are you more of a tea or a coffee person? [She holds both steaming mugs up for his consideration, while she considers him. More of a pretty boy than she’d expected a guard to be, with long, almost feminine dark lashes framing bright blue eyes.]