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Rose Zeller (_rose_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-12-16 13:32:00

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character: dennis creevey, character: rose zeller

RPG: Rose, Dennis and OPEN
Who: Rose and Dennis and OPEN
What: It’s the first night of Hanukkah
Where: Rose and Dennis’ flat
When: December 16, 2004, just after sunset
Rating: Potentially NSFW - language

Rose couldn’t explain it, never had been able to really, and yet every year when the first night of Hanukkah came around she felt a little uneasy. It wasn’t that it was a bad uneasiness as much as she wasn’t certain how to handle it. She meant it when she said that she wasn’t a practicing Jew – she didn’t believe in any kind of deity and she enjoyed her pork just fine, thank you very much – and her father had never made anything of it either. The only instance of Hanukkah that she had every really experienced, was the nanny she had had the year she turned 6.

Rose had watched in apt fascination as Abigail had lit the candles, and she still had the dreidel the older witch had given her. She still remembered the fun of spinning the thing and the joy of the chocolate money they had played for, but though she knew she could (and probably should) she had never dared look into how to really celebrate this holiday. It was something the two of them had done and though she was sure there was more to it, she didn’t want to ruin it. So Rose had kept it her own little private ceremony, where she brought home some chocolates and set the 9 small candles in the window sill as the dreidel rested comfortably in the palm of her hand.

She had just lit the first two candles when she heard the door opening. For a moment, she froze; she hadn’t thought that Dennis would be home tonight, and if she started blowing out the candles he would be able to smell it. So instead she quickly moved the candles from the line they were in to a circle, of sorts, and kept her back to the door until she was somewhat certain that she didn’t look like the kid with the hand in the cookie jar.

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dennisthebrave
2014-12-17 03:19 pm UTC (link)

Dennis bounded up the steps to his and Rose's flat, taking the steps two at a time. He'd just finished an extremely satisfactory editorial meeting about a piece he was writing in the lead up to his werewolf pieces, and was keen to share it with Rose (and Rolf, if he was there.)

He flung open the door just in time to see Rose start like a fawn faced with a blender. He lifted an eyebrow as she fastideously arranged a group of candles in a circle. "Er, what are you doing there Rosie," he asked curiously, dropping his bag on the floor and entering the living room. "Since when did we have so many candles?"

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_rose_
2014-12-22 11:40 am UTC (link)

“Uhm…” Rose managed, desperately searching for a good explanation and all the while wondering why it was that she suddenly couldn’t think of a good answer when quips and half-truths usually lay right on the tip of her tongue just waiting to be launched. Of course, Dennis had asked two questions, the latter of which was easily answered; “Since… this… afternoon?” she tried, because she had bought them before she had come home, so that much was true.

Seeing the candles in a circle like this, though, looked a little wrong, so gently she nudged them back into a line and set the first lit candle a little off to the side to make it stand out. “You seem in a good mood,” she tried to deflect, turning back to face him, the dreidel clutched tightly in her hand.

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Later that evening

outofthewild
2014-12-17 10:53 pm UTC (link)

Rolf had had to deal with several things later than usual that evening at the shop and rescue, making sure a couple of the newer arrivals were truly settled in before leaving. He put alert charms on them, though, attached to a charm on a bracelet. He didn't always do that, but with more than one animal having troubles, best be safe than sorry.

It meant, however, that he was running later than he'd wanted. He'd looked up a few things the other day and even done a quick shopping trip to Muggle London (always interesting) in anticipation of a small surprise he wanted to give Rose. He went upstairs to gather up what he wanted to bring and ended up with an armful of cat besides. At least Bast Apparated at least as well as a small child, probably better, and he set her down once he was in Rose and Dennis' flat.

"Go find Dennis and play with his curls," he told Bast with a smile, and the cat stretched, yawned, showing him her teeth, and trotted off. Possibly to molest Dennis, one never knew if she’d decide to listen or not.

He pulled out the mix of chocolate gelt he’d been told was a good Hanukkah gift by this little Muggle Jewish lady when he’d gone to a shop after looking up something (a little painstakingly, it had been a while since he’d tried the internet) about the holiday. He knew Rose didn’t generally celebrate the holiday, but he thought he’d wish her a good Hanukkah anyway. He knew next to nothing about it all, thus the trip to the muggle side of things to ask some questions, and if nothing else, well, he’d gotten her some chocolates and she liked those.

“Hey love, sorry I’m late,” he said as he slipped into her room, giving her a soft and apologetic smile.

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