Sometimes, helping out Rolf with The Beastiary’s books felt a bit like cheating. Not that helping him with the books was cheating, but because it was just too easy. From what Rose had understood, what was driving people mad about doing books was ensuring that the right numbers were in the right places, and since she remembered the base numbers after a quick read-through, that wasn’t really a problem for her. And that felt like cheating. Then again, since she had it, why shouldn’t she use it?
That was also what had led her to offer her help when Charlie Weasley had asked for help, and though it was pure coincidence, she made the way down Monument Alley right after she had finished checking books for Rolf. Not one to really be concerned what people thought of the way she dressed, she had gone for something not quite as revealing as she sometimes might, with her burgundy leather pants and a fitted black shirt under her leather jacket. It seemed fitting for a club, even outside opening hours.
“Charlie?” she asked the man with the red hair she recognised from Bill, figuring that there wouldn’t be that many redheaded men just waiting around Wingbeat on a day like today.