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RP: Swimming Owl, Splashing Wiggle, and Wet Rose
Who: Rose and Rolf, Ant and an owl
What: There’s an owl in the bathtub and then an almost 8-months old Irish Wolfhound
Where: Rolf’s bathroom
When: Sunday September 27, 2005 – late morning
Rating: SFW – for now, potential NSFW: language… but it’s Rose and Rolf, so basically: will update as the thread progresses.


As Rolf had headed down to take care of the animals in the shop this morning, Rose had taken Ant to the park to give him a run and then continue the training she had started with him. He was getting big – huge really – but he was also getting really good at both locating and avoiding the cursed objects she had set up for him. Even better, he was now able to discern when she wanted him to do what. Rose couldn’t be prouder, so after he had successfully completed the round of assignments, she had let him run free which meant that he had happily found and made good use of every single puddle and muddy patch.

Back by Rolf’s building, she had made Ant wait outside, while she had gone upstairs to get the bathtub filled before she had gone to pick up the muddy wiggle. Only, when they had gotten back to the bathroom, there had been an owl swimming lazily around in the filling water. Generally, Rose was pretty unflappable, but this? This was so unexpected and so out of her territory that she had immediately taken to the journal to put words to her surprise. And then it had simply gone from surprise to pure mayhem in a matter of moments: As Ant spotted the owl he had first looked at it, then whimpered to get to it and finally made an impressive leap into the filled bathtub, splashing water everywhere. Anything that wasn’t wet by now was drenched a minute later when the wiggle shook himself, sending water flying everywhere.

Rose stood in the middle of the floor, her wand and quill in one hand and her journal in her other, drenched to the skin as Ant joyfully jumped around in the water while the owl was simply looking up at him, not a hint of intimidation on its little face. Spitting out a drip of dirty water that had gotten in her mouth, she brushed aside a dripping strand of hair that had washed down over her forehead and into her eyes.