RP: This has got to stop
Characters: Madam Rosmerta
Location: Temporary Library
Date: July 22, 2000
Status/Warning: Semi-private, welcome to say you saw her/None
Summary: Rosie does some research
Completion: Complete
She was fed up with the dreams. Yes, the children in her dreams were adorable, but every time she had one, she felt an ache in her chest of longing for the love and trust of a child. However, Rosie had made the decision to do something to make them stop, thinking if she stopped the dreams, she'd stop the crying and this whole biological clock business will go away.
Leaving Ceres in charge of the pub, she walked at a brisk pace to the Hogsmeade apparation point before apparating to Diagon Alley. Once her feet were back on solid ground, she maintained the brisk clip she had before. Rosie had every intention of heading into Flouirsh and Blotts when she passed the temporary library. With a sudden change in plans, she turned left and walked straight into the building.
Since she had only visited the old library once, it took her a few moments to navigate herself around. There were one or two volunteers helping others, for which Rosie was grateful; she did not want to discuss why she was there. Walking up and down the aisles, she scanned the titles until she came to a section on divination and dreams. Underneath the night sky: Dream interpretations "I know what I've been dreaming," she said to herself, her eyes scanning to the other titles. The Id and you: Learning about yourself while sleeping.
None of the titles she read were helpful at all. Perhaps, she was looking in the wrong section. Making s change in direction, Rosie made her way to the parenting section, where her face softened at the pregnancy books. "Stop that," she scolded herself before one volume caught her eye.
Womb Wars: Trails and Tribulations of getting pregnant, staying pregnant and Motherhood. She slid the book from the shelf and flipped through it. It wasn't exactly what she had been looking for, but she thought it could perhaps give some insight to what was happening to her body. With her head held high, she crossed to a volunteer and signed the book out, shrinking it to fit into her pocket as she walked back toward the apparation point to head home.
Location: Temporary Library
Date: July 22, 2000
Status/Warning: Semi-private, welcome to say you saw her/None
Summary: Rosie does some research
Completion: Complete
She was fed up with the dreams. Yes, the children in her dreams were adorable, but every time she had one, she felt an ache in her chest of longing for the love and trust of a child. However, Rosie had made the decision to do something to make them stop, thinking if she stopped the dreams, she'd stop the crying and this whole biological clock business will go away.
Leaving Ceres in charge of the pub, she walked at a brisk pace to the Hogsmeade apparation point before apparating to Diagon Alley. Once her feet were back on solid ground, she maintained the brisk clip she had before. Rosie had every intention of heading into Flouirsh and Blotts when she passed the temporary library. With a sudden change in plans, she turned left and walked straight into the building.
Since she had only visited the old library once, it took her a few moments to navigate herself around. There were one or two volunteers helping others, for which Rosie was grateful; she did not want to discuss why she was there. Walking up and down the aisles, she scanned the titles until she came to a section on divination and dreams. Underneath the night sky: Dream interpretations "I know what I've been dreaming," she said to herself, her eyes scanning to the other titles. The Id and you: Learning about yourself while sleeping.
None of the titles she read were helpful at all. Perhaps, she was looking in the wrong section. Making s change in direction, Rosie made her way to the parenting section, where her face softened at the pregnancy books. "Stop that," she scolded herself before one volume caught her eye.
Womb Wars: Trails and Tribulations of getting pregnant, staying pregnant and Motherhood. She slid the book from the shelf and flipped through it. It wasn't exactly what she had been looking for, but she thought it could perhaps give some insight to what was happening to her body. With her head held high, she crossed to a volunteer and signed the book out, shrinking it to fit into her pocket as she walked back toward the apparation point to head home.