It was late in the day when Rosalie finally got herself out of her Pajama's and into real clothing. She'd coerced a girl in the dormitory to braid her waist length, auburn hair for her, which was much preferable to doing it herself.
Rosalie was walking around the edge of the lake in four inch, spiked heals, no easy task of course, but one she did often enough. It didn't seem to phase her nearly as much as the cold air did. Her fur lined robes were hugged tightly around her thin frame, her brown eyes downcast, watching the ground as she ambled along.
When her eyes fell on two pares of feet, she looked up to find Professors Branxton and Lainey. It seemed normal enough to see the History of Magic Professor...but Branxton?
"Erm...hello..." She said, feeling mildly awkward about this particular encounter.
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