Rolf Scamander (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} outofthewild) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg,@ 2014-09-05 09:32:00 |
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Who: Rolf, open
What: Rolf has to work despite being tired
Where: The Bestiary
When: Work Hours
Rating: TBD, probably SFW
Today had already been a very long day. His grandfather, who sometimes like himself, actually, forgot what time it was, had Floo-ed him at 3am asking about the winged polo season. Which, it seemed, was over in this hemisphere. Which was probably just as well, since Rolf really wasn't sure if he could ride again yet, with how tight and painful his scars could be at times, and he knew if he watched a match he'd probably want to play as well, at least casually.
He supposed he should muster up more interest in Quidditch, but while he was a good flyer, he'd never been an enthusiastic Quidditch afficianado, probably because his parents and grandparents could pretty much care less about Quidditch so he hadn't been around it much growing up.
And then he'd gotten an owl about an Enlarged rabbit running around the countryside, so he'd had to go out and catch it, which had taken hours around dawn. Not to mention he'd gotten filthy in the process. A shower and a strong mug of tea later, he was at The Bestiary, wishing he had more reliable help so he could nap for a couple of hours.
He hid a yawn with one long-fingered hand and started to make rounds again, visiting all the animals and paying specific attention to their individual needs.