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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...

Rosalind Montgomery Third Year Gryffindor

Rosalind Montgomery Gryffindor

"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...

Rosalind liked her costume. It was a switch up from last year, that was for sure, but that could only be a good thing. Too much of the same and it got boring, as much as Rosalind had enjoyed looking pretty. But now she had managed to do some impressive face make up (which admittedly she'd been...

Rosalind Montgomery as a Tiger

Rosalind looked up and gave a smile. "Sure! Oh, wow, this place filled up quick," Rosalind commented without really thinking. She didn't recognise the girl as someone from her year but she'd estimate she wouldn't be older, unless she really hadn't had many growth spurts yet. Rosalind herself was...

Rosalind nodded in agreement. "Exactly. I mean, I like people, but sometimes even I need some breathing space, you know?" Rosalind smiled and then listened to Thomas' question. "Oh, yeah, I love it here. I love taking care of the plants and watching them grow! Sometimes I miss my own garden at...

"Oh, yeah, I think I have it bad being in Gryffindor but Ravenclaw's a floor up even then," Rosalind said cheerily. "I reckon Hufflepuff have the best deal." Rosalind then switched her focus abruptly to the poetry. She tried not to seem too eager to take the notebook, looking down at the words...

"Oh, don't be silly! It's not you fault," Rosalind said, perhaps a tad bit condescendingly although she meant well. "I was away with the fairies. And oh, good. I wouldn't want you to have to change clothes because of me." Rosalind smiled warmly. "It's nice here in the mornings, isn't it?" she...

Mate!

"Hi!" Rosalind greeted cheerfully as Cyrus joined her, her eyes moving from his face to the notebook he had. "How are you going?" she asked conversationally, eyes glancing back to his face. She was very curious about the notebook but she didn't want to be too pushy - even though that went...

Rosalind was overly excited. She'd had the idea over the holidays, and was glad that Cyrus had agreed to it. Just a small thing where they could talk poetry, exchange poetry, and share ideas. Rosalind thought Cyrus was seriously cool - and the fact that she knew a real-life poet was pretty...