I'm getting closer to the end and I have to say I really like it! There's just something about it's atmosphere that's really making me feel just...cosy and nice. Which I think is the point but I've never read a book this cosy before.
Spoilers, maybe don't look until you're done because I don't...
Rosalind screwed up her face, trying to figure out how either of Lorelai's suggestions were a good thing. "Sense of accomplishment, huh?" she murmured thoughtfully. She snapped back to attention at Lorelai's question. "Ughh, it's a nightmare. I'm so over it. And this year isn't even meant to be...
Rosalind grinned, getting her notebook out and flicking to the relevant page. She passed it over eagerly. On its pages read the following:
Rosalind grinned, eagerly waiting for Cyrus' response. She'd worked hard on it, after all.
Rosalind was excited. Nervous too, but mostly excited. She'd heard about what the spin the bottle game from her cousin and once she heard it was happening again, knew she had to get in with the action. Who would she kiss? Would it be a boy or a girl? Did she really mind? Who knew! Rosalind was...
Rosalind flinched at the scream, more than the actual jumpscare. She put a hand over her heart and let out a breath. She then turned to Susie. "You sure have some lungs on you!" Rosalind commented. "Are you alright though?" Rosalind double-checked. "Not too scared to keep going? Hey, Cyrus...
Rosalind faintly blushed. A real doll? It was a funny turn of phrase but it was flattering nonetheless. She wasn't sure what to make of Susie's comment to Cyrus. She assumed since he didn't appear offended that it mustn't have been meant as an insult to call his costume a 'migraine' so she...
Rosalind wasn't expecting being bumped into and turned around quickly to find a very apologetic girl - maybe she was a bit younger because Rosalind didn't recognise her from her year. Rosalind was a bit overwhelmed, hearing praise as well as apology, but eventually she recovered herself and gave...
Rosalind felt dignified. Her costume was beautiful, and this time instead in a more renaissance-style dress. She was so pleased when her aunt had offered to buy it for her. She strode into the halloween feast with her head held high and looked around to see if anyone was admiring her as much as...
Rosalind knew that it wasn't their OWL year yet, but she'd gotten some pretty average grades last year and she was a little bit ashamed. Not overly so - Rosalind knew her dad didn't care too much about grades. As long as she was learning and doing her best, that's what counted. The thing was...
"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...
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