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,@ 2015-07-29 05:11:00 |
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Who: Rolf and Rose
What: Family drama and commiseration
Where: Rolf’s grandparents’ place and then his place
When: Wednesday July 29
Rating: Possibly NSFW (probably for language)
Rolf had spent a good portion of his morning running errands for his grandparents, particularly his grandfather. He’d picked up a bunch of papers from the solicitors – business stuff – and was back at his grandparents’ residence to drop them off. Some things shouldn’t depend on owl, and his grandfather was rather old anymore, and so he’d wanted to save the old man the trouble.
He was passing his grandmother’s parlor when he heard a familiar voice with the familiar back echo that meant it was coming from the fireplace. His feet stopped him in place, without his command, and he found himself hovering out of sight just outside the parlor door.
“Oui, I’m arriving tomorrow, and the party will be the next day,” his mother said through the Floo.
There was a slight pause and then his grandmother spoke. “Have you told Rolf you’re going to be in town? You know his birthday was the other day,” she said.
“Was it? No, I think I won’t tell him. I’m leaving the next day, there will be no time.” Her voice was breezy and throwaway, as if it didn’t matter.
It shouldn’t have mattered to Rolf, after all of these years. His mother had never been particularly close with him. His eldest sister had mothered him for many years. His sisters had all garnered more attention than he, though he’d never understood why. He’d only been a bit closer to his father.
But it did matter, despite being used to it, and his heart clenched painfully in his chest.
“Are you sure, darling? I’m certain he’d love to hear from you,” Porpentina said. Kudos to grandmother, he thought abstractly. She did try on his behalf these days. Perhaps she always had and he hadn’t known. There was no real way to know, because he wasn’t abut to show himself to ask. He wasn’t a coward, but it wasn’t a conversation he was sure he could have, especially over Floo.
“Oui, perhaps some other time.”
Rolf turned and nearly ran straight into his grandfather, who had obviously heard just the tail end. “Rolf,” Newt started, reaching out to him.
“The papers are on your desk. Owl if you need me to deal with any of them,” he said somewhat stiffly, and carefully stepped around his grandfather to go to the Apparition point of the house and he popped home before anyone could stop him.
He’d been planning on going down to the shop, but now Rolf definitely wasn’t in the mood. In fact, for Rolf, he was quite surly, and he kicked his shoes off in an unusual show of mess and simply flopped himself down on the bed, wishing he’d never heard his mother was going to be in town and didn’t want to see him.