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Rose Zeller (_rose_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Though Rose had never travelled with her parents in any way that mattered while growing up, she hadn’t been very old before she had been familiar and comfortable with Portkeys. After all, there had been the regular visits to her family in Romania – with her nanny, after her third year she had gone to spend her school holidays with the Cojocarus in Bucharest, and of course during basic training it had been the main form of long-distance transportation. But this time was different. This time she had felt like she had always thought children were feeling on Christmas morning, and had happy to have Rolf’s arm around her before they had left, on the very off chance that she would somehow not touch it at the right time.

With a bright smile she nodded, took his offered hand and tossed the used Portkey – a plush toy dragon – in the bin and grinned at the same Ministry official. Even though this was a holiday, with the intent of doing nothing, there was still something entirely familiar about it all. Of course usually her mind would be on the assignment ahead, but this time it was the burning curiosity to see which place Rolf had settled on. A surprise, he had said, and trust him. She trusted him, always had, but there were so many different aspects to Greece that there hadn’t been a whole lot she could do, other than try to read up on how to be a tourist.

The warmth of the sun outside the Ministry felt amazing, and closing her eyes, Rose tilted her face towards it to savour it for a moment. Fall hadn’t set in completely in London yet, but the Mediterranean heat still felt almost rejuvenating. “Side-along?” she asked when they reached the Apparation point, still not aware of where they were going, and once she had her arms around Rolf’s waste, she heard the familiar incatation before she was squeezed against him from all angles only to, a moment later, appear with a pop at an Apparation point that wished them welcome to “Skopelos?” Rose smirked and unwound her arms from Rolf only to take his hand again like she had at the Greek Ministry. “Nice! I’ve never been here before, but I hear their wine is good.”