Rose Zeller (![]() ![]() @ 2014-12-16 13:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | 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.