"I don't mind... But the tent's more private and has higher ceilings."

"Tent, then."

"Any preferences on what room I set it up in?"

"I guess the loft?"

"Alright. I'll go do that now, then? It should only take a few minutes."

"Okay. Do you- need help?"

"I can manage the basic set up myself, though I'll leave interior decorating to you."

Nod. "Okay."

So she ducks upstairs to go handle that, floating Ellie's trunk behind her.

Ellie finishes her water then hops up to take a closer look at some of Professor Reynolds' stuff. Like those medals.

The medals seem to stretch back to at least the early 1800s - most of them, especially the more recent, are for some 'Reynolds' or another. They're all recognizably muggle. Professor Reynolds seems to have had ancestors in most of Britain's more recognizable wars for the past century and a half, including one at some point that got a Victoria Cross. The most recent campaign medal is for the Korean war, with an oak leaf device, for 'Malcolm Reynolds.'

Huh. Cool.

Most of the rest of the decorations are less serious, and probably less tied to family history - though there's a few antique items, and some old photos on one shelf of miscellaneous people.

As promised, Professor Reynolds comes back down about fifteen minutes later.

Ellie looks up. "Hey."

"Hello."

"I set your trunk down just inside your tent."

"Thank you."

"I was, um, looking at your stuff." She waves vaguely at the walls. "Are those- your family's?"

She nods. "All through my dad - and mostly continuing back through his father, though there's one from his mother's grandfather. Dad's are all from the second world war and Korean war; he left the military after Korea."

"It looks like they were good people."

"Good soldiers, at least, which isn't always the same - but the stories that got passed down were mostly good, yes."

"Did you, um, know any of them?"

"I knew my great grandfather - and my dad - but my grandfather died in the first world war."

"I'm sorry."

She nods, slightly. "Thank you."

"I keep the medals up as - a reminder, mostly. War destroyed several generations of my family. I'm not quite the pacifist my great grandfather became after his service... But valorous isn't always good."

Nod.

Sigh.

"C'mon, let me show you the kitchen and all... And we can go grocery shopping soon, if there's specific foods you like."