Recent content by Rosalind Montgomery

"Break was good," Rosalind said with a downward inflection. "But I wanted to show you something. I wrote a poem and I'm pretty proud of it," she said proudly, not really recognising that he'd rather continue reading, even though she'd been in a similar situation herself plenty of times. "Do you...

Rosalind entered the greenhouse and took her seat, settling in. She recognised the bubotuber immediately, but still took notes down as the professor spoke. The smell was a little overwhelming, but Rosalind managed. She'd never had the best sense of smell to begin with. She made a very big note...

Rosalind was yawning as she entered the classroom, giving a smile and a wave to the professor before taking her seat. Charms was a pretty interesting subject and she wondered idly what sort of spells they'd be covering this semester. She raised her hand as the professor asked for spells they'd...

Rosalind entered the greenhouse, excited for what they'd be learning this semester. She sat down and got out her supplies and readied herself to take notes. Apparently they'd be covering St Mungo's, which was sort of interesting. Not as interesting as actual plants but she was sure plants would...

Rosalind stepped into the classroom, looking forward to learning more about the history of magic. She took her seat, smiling over at Thomas, and then taking out her supplies. She paid attention but did a lot of doodling at the same time. She was a bit disappointed to hear there'd be homework...

Rosalind was excited. Well, she was often excited, but she was especially excited today. She'd been wandering the school's corridors, looking for Cyrus in particular. She'd written a poem, and she was really happy with it. It had taken her nearly all break to get together and it was experimental...

Rosalind looked up in surprise, having been deep in her work. "Me? Yeah, I think it's going good! I'm trying to add some dried flowers to make it more, uh, flowery?" She laughed awkwardly. This was the head boy, after all, and she was a little nervous. "And some of these pink crystals to make...

Rosalind loved these meetings, so she was looking forward to it. She showed up, intrigued to find out what they'd be doing. She was excited to see they'd be making terrariums - something she'd never really done before, or at least, only small versions. "This is really cool!" Rosalind exclaimed...

"Well, I've got something. It's kind of short, um. There's this Japanese kind of poetry called tanka. It's sort of like haiku but with extra lines. Anyway, it's one of my first poems so I don't know if it even really works but here it goes." Rosalind cleared her throat, picking up a small...

Rosalind settled in beside Cyrus, introducing herself briefly before listening to Cyrus' poem. She watched him with bright eyes, enjoying how cool it was that he did poetry. She guessed the girl before had shared a poem by the context clues and she was a bit sad she'd missed out. Maybe Rosalind...

Rosalind came down a bit late, not actually sure if she qualified for the group. It wasn't like she was really a writer, but she did love reading and maybe that counted for something. Maybe she could meet some really cool talented people, make some friends. That was what was most appealing -...

Rosalind's eyes lit up at the mention of Magne. "Oh, Magne! I know him," she said excitedly. "He's pretty cool, I like him. You two are close, then?" she asked, figuring as much if he went to Magne's parents' boat during the break. She looked down at the notebook, her fingers fiddling idly with...

"Quidditch training?" Rosalind repeated, a little loudly with her eyes wide in surprise. "Wow. My cousin does quidditch and she never looks quite like you do." Rosalind had a small feeling maybe she shouldn't have said that, but she always did have trouble not being honest. Rosalind's face...

Rosalind blinked, looking at the boy who had approached her. Why did he look so worn out? Was it committment to his costume? "Well, thanks," she said slowly, taking his appearance in and not taking his tone too seriously. "You look a bit...well, you look like you've actually seen war. Are you a...