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Who: Rose and Rolf
What: There’s a box of wrigglies on Rolf’s doorstep
Where: Rolf’s flat
When: Sunday, February 1, 2005
Rating: SFW


Never in her wildest dreams had Rose ever thought that she would have fun at a cake party. A cake party! Seriously! Cake, tea, and champagne, which sure, had been good, but it had all just added up to being loads of fun, with the inevitable sugar buzz, the champagne and the more potent drinks afterwards. Of course, going home with Rolf afterwards was always fun, and it had been a blast to sleep in, and even after that just lounging in bed, because neither of them had anywhere to be or go today. That is, at some point they did, because Rolf had to go feed the animals in the shop and Rose did not trust the take out place to properly Charm the boxes of food to stay warm while being Owled over, so she opted to go pick it up herself.

Wrapped up in her winter coat and scarf, she stepped outside, but didn’t get further than that, when a box that she knew, without a doubt, hadn’t been on the step the night before, caught her eyes. There was no name on the outside, the top was slightly open, and when there was a barely-there shuffling sound, she slowly – carefully – opened up, her wand at the ready, and found herself looking down into a pile of short-haired fur.

Rose was about to close up the box again to bring it inside, when what most of all resembled a wrinkle in the fur appeared to be shivering, and a tiny whine had her reach down and pick it up. Looking at the tiny wriggly she frowned, though the next moment when it started shivering, she did the first thing that came to mind; opened her coat and let the little thing rest against her chest to keep it warm. Quickly she pointed her wand at the box and levitated it along with her as she went inside.

“Rolf!” she called out, once she was back inside. “Rolf! I need some help here!”