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Rodolph, appropriately suited and booted for the big day, arrived at the groom's residence by broom. It was not a long journey, especially for someone like Rodolph who was only too used to speeding through the air and dodging obstacles. With a beaming smile on his face, he landed and gripped the...

Rodolph Murdo This topic will likely demonstrate why one should not start a Plot Development topic at one in the morning. Well, I say one.. I've spent half an hour looking at gifs. So, not a great start. On with the topic! -- This is Rodolph Murdo. He lives in the United Kingdom, and...

The moment he had fallen, Rodolph had worked out why that woman had interested him, and he was a little ashamed of himself. He was thirty, for crying out loud, not thirteen- if he fell over every time he saw a woman in a skimpy dress, he'd never find his soulmate. And then, he wouldn't see her...

Ellen: http://hogwartsnewzealand.com/topic/7346987/1/ Hope it's okay ^_^

It was seven O'clock on a monday night in October, England. On the corner of a street lit by several street lamps and four white lights hanging from the pub, a man walked, dressed in a non-offensive dabbed-grey shirt, a black hoodie and a pair of casual blue jeans. He was a Quidditch player...

Abby: I do like Abby and she sounds like a nice enough person. I don't plan to have Roddy dive head-first into anything, but it'd be great fun to have them meet somewhere and start flirting. Well, Abby could start flirting and maybe try to get Roddy drunk (which isn't difficult) and they could...

Your Name, Please: Rodolph (Roddy for short) Your Age, If You Would: 30 (31 soon) And Your Specialist Subject: Cocktail Umbrellas . . . . . Yes, Rodolph is one of my favourite characters that I roleplay. He's very down to earth, plays Quidditch for a living, has a phobia of large crowd...

IN NEED OF A BROMANCE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I've been thinking about this one for some time and, only now, have I decided to go for it: Roddy's PB (Simon Pegg) is always in pictures with this other guy (Nick Frost) and they seem to have a right laugh together. And, I've been thinking about what a nice...

Rodolph ordered the woman a firewhisky, pleased that she hadn't messed him around for at least that one thing. Maybe women other than Nadia weren't so bad, after all.. Still, Rodolph found himself just as intimidated as he had been before: Send him onto a pitch, surrounded by a hundred thousand...

Rodolph, who was dressed in a rather tight-necked shirt, tugged at his collar. It loosened slightly. He breathed. "No, not at all." He said, gulping. Well, it wasn't everyday that an elegant and beautiful woman decided that she wanted to sit next to him. Naturally, he found himself becoming...

The afternoon had rolled in and Rodolph, who had spent the last three hours waiting in a German pub for his old pen friend, was beginning to get tired. So far, he had not ordered food and the only drink he had had was water. This was all about to change.. Rodolph rose from his seat in one corner...

Rodolph smiled as Nadia entered the room and was given some pepper-up potion. Instantly, Rodolph felt miles better. His head had stopped thumping completely now and he could finally think straight. Nadia seemed a lot better, also. "Friends?" he repeated softly, a little struck for words. He...

He had tried to kiss her? It was only then that the memories started to shoot back to him and, by the time he had made his way into the bathroom, locked the door and splashed his face with cold water, he remembered that as he had leant in, the room spinning, she had leant in also. Rodolph looked...

Rodolph had no recollection of coming to be here but now he knew where he was; this was Nadia's house, her sofa. Rodolph suddenly became very conscious of how he must have looked. He probably looked as bad as he felt and he rubbed at his eyes, forcing himself to sit up. His face fell into his...

"How bad did you think I was?" Rodolph as, looking a little dopey from all the alcohol, his eyes a little red round the edges. "I'm not.. I'm not a.. erm.." In his drunken state, Rodolph couldn't even remember the name of a large winged, fire breathing creature. "Well," he said thoughtfully...

Rodolph stared for a moment. It didn't look much like a chicken costume but then again, he had never specified his expectations so he felt it his own fault. He decided to accept this 'outfit' and took hold of Nadia's arm. Within moments they under Brighton pier, the noise of the ocean covered...

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[hr] The day of the match had arrived Rodolph had put in a lot of extra hours training. He'd also done another interview with some young witch's magazine. He had been asked some very odd questions such as "when was the last time you cried?" and "what's your favourite romance novel?" these were...

Rodolph wanted to ask why she thought he should dress as a bear, although the more nagging issue was why she thought she would win. The next match was a a week away. He knew that to win he would need train hard and stop spending all his free time lurking in pubs, having a laugh with muggles who...

Rodolph decided to take hold of this golden opportunity, smirking. "Anything?" he parroted, many ideas flooding into his head. "Alright, you're on. If you lose the next match- which you will- you have to take me on a pub crawl, you buying all the drinks, and you have to be dressed as a chicken."...