ROSMERTA, rochelle

[Rochelle Rosmerta]

rochelle rosmerta

it's hard out here for a bitch.

former Lion

twenty

female

MEDIWITCH

heterosexual

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If I talk about my sex life, you'd call me a slut

POSITIVE ADVENTUROUS: willing to take risks, or to try out new methods or experiences BREEZY: appearing cheerily brisk or informal CONFIDENT: self-assured DYNAMIC: characterized by constant activity or progress GENEROUS: showing a readiness to give more than is strictly necessary or expected HARDWORKING: to work with energy and commitment LIVELY: full of life and energy, active and outgoing PASSIONATE: showing or caused by strong feelings or a strong belief PROGRESSIVE:  favoring social reform or new, liberal ideas SPONTANEOUS: sudden inner impulse or inclination and without premeditation or external stimulus TOLERANT: showing willingness to allow the existence of opinions or behavior that one does not necessarily agree wtih

LIKES + When you go out for dinner and a glass of wine and then all of a sudden it's two in the morning and you're having an arm wrestling contest with a goblin. + Spending an entire day washing, folding, and putting away all the laundry you've let sit around your apartment for the last three weeks. + When two friends of yours that didn't originally know each other become friends and start getting along because you introduced them. + The sound that bones and joints make when they're crunched back into place. + When old people tell you that your mom was super hot when they were in school. + Impulse buying tickets to a Quidditch match. + Being the only person in a large group that will agree to participate or try something, like shouting out an answer or trying something no one else will. + Guys in vests with loosened ties and rolled up sleeves. DISLIKES - Having to sit through the remainder of the first date even when you know you're not interested after five minutes. - When men interrupt you or subtly try to invalidate your opinion because you're a woman but they won't admit that's the reason they're doing it. - Losing a patient. - How you can't puke when you're hungover without dry heaving for five minutes afterward. - Waiting in a long line at a shop with a cashier who is slow as a tortoise. - If someone knows you're already losing an argument but won't let whatever it is go. - Having to tell your friends that it didn't work out with some guy and deal with them thinking you're miserable (especially if you actually are).

NEGATIVE ABRUPT: sudden, unexpected, brief to the point of rudeness AGGRESSIVE: ready or likely to attack or confront COMPULSIVE: resulting from or relating to an urge, especially one that is against better judgment DISORDERLY: lacking organization, untidy DRAMATIC: intending to create (unnecessary) effect, theatrical IMPATIENT: quickly irritated or provoked NON-COMMITTAL: not expressing or revealing commitment to a definite opinion or course of action OPINIONATED: conceitedly assertive and dogmatic in one's opinions REACTIVE: a tendency to react immediately or quickly

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There's a glass ceiling to  break, there's money to make

first date's the charm

Rochelle tugged at the lower hem of her black dress, in what would have appeared an act of modesty to most people, but was actually what she considered the best way to smoothly draw attention to its neckline, her hands jumping back up to reach inside her dress and quickly scoop herself upwards, ignorant to the odd sideways looks the folks at the host's stand were shooting her way. It had been nearly half a year since she'd allowed one of her friends to set her up on a blind date, because setups of any kind were without question the worst, but this friend had prodded and promised charm and chiseled arms. So, like, there was a small chance it would be worth it.

It was her goal to always arrive to a date early, so there was enough time to befriend the bartender (who sometimes had been a great ally in getting the fuck out of a not-so-fun situation) and chug an initial glass of red wine. She didn't believe in non-alcoholic first dates, and she didn't believe in going in sober. Breezing over to the bar of the muggle restaurant- already a red flag, because why wouldn't he just pick somewhere familiar- she dropped her purse with a clank on the marble bar, hopping up onto the stool while looking up and down the backbar, as if she was the sort of person who might order something interested based on what she saw (she wasn't).

"Hi...Merlot? I'm meeting a first date so I gotta fuel up." She cackled, beaming in the direction of the bemused bartender, who set about uncorking a bottle for her. "Oh, my name's Ro-"

"Rochelle?"

She twisted in her seat, her instinct to make her grin drop fought back by an overzealous push upward. It was him, she was pretty sure. There was always the sliver of doubt because so many people recognized her from the bar...it seemed like everyone had a story about her mother or the Three Broomsticks that they wanted to share, even if she had no idea who the fuck they were. But he matched the pictures, for the most part. Everyone looked better in pictures at first, until they all blended together with their actual being.

"Kevin, right?" Well, she'd lost her chance at having her first glass before he came, but at least she didn't have to pay for it now. He slid between the bar stool she sat on and the one she assumed he would take, but didn't sit down initially, instead looking up and down the bar like she had. This bothered her. Like, a lot. But he did eventually sit down, after he ordered an extra dirty martini (ew) and they exchanged some comments about the weather and how it could be hard to find this wooden door on a street of similar wooden doors.

"So," he started, elbows leaned on the bar after taking a sip of his drink. "Are you from London originally?" Surfacing from her glass of wine, already half finished despite receiving it just a few minutes before he'd gotten his, she pressed her lips together to swallow quickly before diving into her answer, practiced from so many retellings, hands bouncing around in the air as she explained each point. 

"Sort of. I was born in London, but my mother adopted me shortly after birth, so I grew up in Hogsmeade. After graduating Hogwarts, I lived in Brighton for my degree program, but now I'm back in London. Sort of. I'm in and out of Hogsmeade all the time." Kevin nodded along with her narrative, and each time she took a small pause between sentences, he seemed to want to interject, but with her speed, there was little opportunity. That, and she could sense that he was trying to do just that, and, like, she wasn't going to let him. "So you're adopted?" Didn't she just say that?

"Yep. My mom never got married, but wanted a kid. With everything that was going on before the Second War, she thought that she never would, because who would have wanted to raise a kid in Hogsmeade at that time, right? I dunno, it was like five or six years after the war that she applied. She's awesome." She pushed her hand out slightly, as if to accentuate her statement, looking up slightly as she sounded out the last word with fervor. "Like, seriously, I totally won the mom jackpot. It's just the two of us, and somehow she was able to raise me and also continue to run her business and that is just still so inspiring to me? But what about you?"

His story was certainly less cool than hers, but he peddled through it, spending a little too much time at the end of his explanation discussing the specific breeds of dog his three pets were. "Right...right..." Her glass was down to the last few sips, but she let them sit. She didn't want to get pulled into an entire night of this, so the longer she could put off the second glass, the more likely the 'I really should only have one more...I'm apparating home' line would work.

As she thought this to herself, she could already hear her friends in the back of her head telling her she should give him a fairer chance. He was attractive, and so far he hadn't been, like, mean or anything. "But I didn't go to Hogwarts. I went to this small school in Nottingham that my parents liked better. I always thought the houses were cool though. Basically all the friends I have now went there." 

"Oh yeah, for sure. They sort people based on personality type. Which is really weird when you think about it but I guess it works out ok. I was a Gryffindor, because I'm, like," she threw her hands up, shaking them around a little as she spoke in a slightly different tone of voice. "super crazy and outgoing or something, I don't know. It's something that's just understood among Hogwarts people, it's sort of weird to think about it now." Almost immediately, she regretting that choice of words, but whatever...too late to go back now.

"What about your...degree program, you said? I know you're a heal-" She interrupted him before he could finish. "Mediwitch." The fact that he seemed to find no different between the terms made her think he was one of those people that had a boring job in some office with a title that including a term or two like 'development', 'finance', or 'analyst'. People like that basically all did the same thing. Mediwizes and healers had completely different jobs. It was wild how many people didn't seem to know this.

"Mediwizes deal with extreme trauma. We're trained to handle extraordinary situations that require immediate attention. So, mostly, we're deployed as first responders to situations that require a high level of accuracy in the initial stages of assessment and treatment. We have to understand the signs of any sort of issue so that we can deploy them to the proper team for care. We have to be able to step in and provide that care if it needs to be given right away." She paused only to take another breath.

"Basically, it's way cooler and requires a lot more education. Hence, the program." She grinned, almost as if only to herself, unable to resist flagging the bartender to indicate a refill. "I mainly work in Quidditch now. Less to do with hexes and curses, although I still cover those in my rotation, but basically a lot of..." She lifted a finger with each, counting it with her opposite index finger as she did. "...blunt force bludgeoning, broken bones, internal bleeding, spinal injury, brain trauma. You know, the fun stuff."

She didn't bother to ask what he did. There was like, zero chance it was cooler than that.

"So you get to go to all these Quidditch games?" This seemed to be the concept that appealed the most to him. "Oh, for sure! I mean...we're there for a reason, but until someone gets whacked by a bludger or slams into a goal post, what else are we gonna do?" From this stemmed a natural conversation about the state of professional Quidditch, during which Roe lamented the indecency of the difference in pay between men and women in the English League, and Kevin made the same incredibly obnoxious argument about pay being commensurate with public interest. Um, hello? Anyone with a brain knew that the Harpies and the Arrows were two of the best teams at the moment.

After all this talk, her date had barely made a dent in his drink, which is probably about as far as she'd get too, as olive juice was totally disgusting. There was an uncomfortable silence lingering between them after their Quidditch conversation had fizzled, a side effect of the neighboring political discourse. "Sorry, I'm not very good at...all this," Kevin said, unable to keep from chuckling as he motioned between the two of them. "I haven't been on a date in ages, it seems."

She was going to kill her friend.

Taking a sip from her glass, hardly poured before it was nearly gone, she nodded awkwardly with raised eyebrows over the rim, trying to figure out what on earth had possessed him to bring up his dating history on a date. Whatever it was, it possessed him enough to convince him to ask, perhaps, the worst thing one could think of to ask another person in the same situation as themselves. "Have you...you know, been on a date recently?"

It took a moment for Rochelle to surface from the blank stare she was supplying over her lowering wine glass. "Uh...yeah. Many." She wanted to laugh so badly, but even someone with her lack of emotional awareness knew that was definitely the wrong thing to do if she wanted to get on with her evening.

Which she did, so she could tell her friends there was no way she was going on a blind date. Ever again. Nope.

Not unless one of them knew the keeper for the Wasps. Or that one investigative journalist for the Prophet. Or...well...we'll see.  

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i'd rather be rich than be real good at cooking

played by JIGGY TWENTY-FIVE - EST - HIT ME WITH A PM!

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