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

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Entry tags: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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[info]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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