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Rose Zeller (_rose_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-05-28 12:46:00

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character: rolf scamander, character: rose zeller

RP: Studying
Who: Rose and OPEN
What: Rose is preparing for the lasts tests of her training
Where: Rose and Dennis’ flat
When: Thursday, May 28 2005, evening
Rating: TBD

Rose had never been nervous about tests or exams. Not even a little bit. For whatever reason, the fates had blessed her with a memory that allowed her to recall just about everything she had seen or read over the years. So rather than being nervous about the upcoming test – the test that would finish her training as a Cursebreaker – she was anxious: anxious to get as much new knowledge and as many new techniques and comparisons into her arsenal as she possibly could.

Somehow, her reading about warding techniques amongst 17th century Zulus had ended up with her in the middle of the living room, four books hovering in front of her as she furiously compared and outlined the similarities in mythology and background of Tupilaqs, Tikolosh, and Boggarts, not to mention all the various counter spells, wards, and rituals. Her quill was dancing across the parchment, creating an intricate diagram as she reached for another papanași with her free hand, cursing up a storm when she burned her tongue on the cherry filling. Ant whined from the floor where he was looking up at her, and that had her feeling momentarily guilty. “Aww, I’m sorry, big boy. I wasn’t cursing at you,” she cooed, biting off half the papanași – this time much more carefully – and blew on it until it had cooled before she held it out to him. She let him snuffle it down, and when he started licking her fingers, she took another moment to ruffle his fur.

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outofthewild
2015-05-29 03:42 am UTC (link)

Rolf stopped in the doorway and watched Rose with a large smile on his face as she let Ant lick her fingers. It had yet to cease to amuse him that she got on so well with the dog, given that it was, well, a dog. But Ant didn't seem like one to Rose, he knew; as odd as it sounded, he was still just the little wiggle they'd rescued out of the box, even if he was growing quite a bit these days.

"Want something more substantive in you stomach?" he offered, holding up a plate of food he'd made up for her without her knowing he was even there. He'd been trying to help her out and take care of her while she'd been studying lately, helping out with what little he could.

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_rose_
2015-06-13 10:25 pm UTC (link)

“Substantive,” Rose said, the dictionary’s definition presenting itself to her almost immediately as Ant whined when there was no more papanași to be found on her fingers, “adjective. Having a firm basis in reality or so important, meaningful, or considerable or having a separate and independent existence,” she quoted, before she looked up at Rolf with a bit of a smirk. How had… no, she knew how he had gotten here. He’d always been able and welcome to come and go as he pleased. The question really was when had he come here? Had he been here all along? No, he’d have had to go to work, but then again, Rose didn’t really have any idea of what time it was, so maybe?

“The man of my dreams is offering me something more real than papanași?” she grinned at him, before she nodded and stood up straight. Oh, sweet Helga, that felt good, and if she just stretched. Rose hummed contently as her back cracked into place. “I don’t know where you came from just now, my love, but my gods I love you so much. And foooood.”

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outofthewild
2015-06-16 04:09 am UTC (link)

He loved seeing her perform all sorts of spells. He was devilishly proud of her accomplishments. His eyes roved over her as she stretched, warm and loving. He chuckled. "I figured you'd probably not had anything more in your stomach for a while," he said. "So I went ahead and made something up." He enjoyed cooking when it suited him, and it suited him now. "It'll help you study to have a full stomach."

He walked over to her, plate in one hand, and wrapped an arm around her and dropped a soft kiss on her lips. "Here you go, my dear. Sustenance!"

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_rose_
2015-06-19 08:00 pm UTC (link)

“Sustenance,” Rose grinned up at Rolf, brushing the tip of her nose against his. “Noun. Food and drink regarded as a source of strength, i.e. nourishment, or the maintaining of someone or something in life or existence.” Still looking up at him, her mind processing all of the information she ingested in the past hours even as she allowed his gentle, loving, brown eyes to set off the butterflies in her stomach, she urged him backwards until she could gently push him to sit in the comfortable chair. With a wave of her wand, she had the books follow along, positioning themselves so she could still see them, as she climbed into his lap and snuggled under his arm.

“I’m not really studying,” she admitted and fished out a bite from the plate, catching it between the tips of her fingers and hummed contently as she chewed it. “Delicious. I’m cramming, memorizing, really. You know, getting that extra ounce into the gallon bucket.”

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outofthewild
2015-06-23 02:31 am UTC (link)

Rolf chuckled, his free arm going around her waist. His nose touched hers back and he grinned. He backed up easily and sat when the chair touched the back of his knees. He helped her settle on his lap when she climbed up, lips twitching as the books followed like faithful puppies.

"Is cramming a good idea?" he asked, holding the plate steady on the arm of the chair even as he nuzzled her hair. "You've already studied so much, I bet you know everything by now," he said. He had every confidence in her and he knew how hard she'd been working.

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