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laurange · 01-01-2026, 03:08 AM

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Originally Posted by Kimothy

See, Roma had tried to condition herself to be a morning person, but such attempts proved to be futile so thank Circe that court hearings happened at around ten o'clock. She was perfectly fine not having to leave the bed so early and not waking up before the sun, notwithstanding the countless moments when she did stir and groan when she feels that her husband was no longer beside her - because of course she married an early bird.

But she also liked her job. If she weren't already legally off the market, one would say she was in fact married to her job and they would be correct. Oh, how she enjoyed doing mental gymnastics in legalese, and berating people in court where it was socially acceptable. Roma loved always having something to occupy her time - reading, writing, thinking - and that's exactly what her senior associate position in Doge, Dillonsby & Bones pays her to do, and she was great at it.

In spite of her being the perfect workaholic, however, there were only a few things she loved more than being paid to be impressively productive, and easily one of those was seeing Benjamin at the end of every day.

Making quick work with cleaning her desk, Roma wasted no time to stay behind and chit-chat with her colleagues. No other words were exchanged aside from the customary goodbye's as she walked out of the office - if anyone looked close enough, they'd notice the constant furrow of her brows fade (whether she will confirm the fact is an entirely different matter) with each step as Roma shedded her metaphorical lawyer's skin - and disapparated from the nearest alley to St. James' Park.

It was easy to spot her husband, especially when he was with such adorable company. "Well, if it isn't my favourite boy." Roma spoke once she was close enough. And let the record show that she was talking about their dog, ~~Brutus~~ Ipsy. Benjamin, who?

Could Benjamin ever do what Roma did daily? Depends.

If the question was whether he could ragebait with the best of them? Yeah. But if it was could Benjamin Stylinson, son of the deranged Ravenclaw who got a law degree for fun because she was bored after quidditch training, possibly undertake three years of a legal education and then go on to be what the old folks call "a corporate baddie"? Theoretically yes, but he would leave that to the pros.

He was more into the soft life. The warm smell of baking bread, flour in his hair, a fresh pie waiting to be served with dinner more often than not. Time to volunteer at the local soup kitchen. Dogs also apparently don't walk themselves, despite Ipsy's best efforts.

The dog, like his wife, was... an overachiever, to say the least. The dog had aced obedience school, taken to every trick immediately, and shown a shocking interest in Roma's legal ramblings. Every lawyer's dream dog. The only reason Res Ipsa Loquitur (the canine) put up with Benji was probably that he was the "food and walkies" guy.

A mama's boy through and through, the dog went bounding up to Roma, slobber and all, with Benji forced to jog behind to keep up.

"Hi, darling. We missed you." Enough to kiss her lightly slobber-moistened cheek. Well, actually, he did his best to find the one dry spot on said cheek. Could she tell?

01-01-2026, 03:08 AM	#79 (permalink)
laurange Ramora Join Date: Nov 2010 Location: Kita's pocket Posts: 5,235 Hogwarts RPG Name: Aslan Archer Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Rose Woods Gryffindor Fifth Year x9 x6	½ of Lauralie \| Koala \| The being in Ern's pocket \| Baby Smurf \| Prouf member of The Flock Quote: Originally Posted by Kimothy See, Roma had tried to condition herself to be a morning person, but such attempts proved to be futile so thank Circe that court hearings happened at around ten o'clock. She was perfectly fine not having to leave the bed so early and not waking up before the sun, notwithstanding the countless moments when she did stir and groan when she feels that her husband was no longer beside her - because of course she married an early bird. But she also liked her job. If she weren't already legally off the market, one would say she was in fact married to her job and they would be correct. Oh, how she enjoyed doing mental gymnastics in legalese, and berating people in court where it was socially acceptable. Roma loved always having something to occupy her time - reading, writing, thinking - and that's exactly what her senior associate position in Doge, Dillonsby & Bones pays her to do, and she was great at it. In spite of her being the perfect workaholic, however, there were only a few things she loved more than being paid to be impressively productive, and easily one of those was seeing Benjamin at the end of every day. Making quick work with cleaning her desk, Roma wasted no time to stay behind and chit-chat with her colleagues. No other words were exchanged aside from the customary goodbye's as she walked out of the office - if anyone looked close enough, they'd notice the constant furrow of her brows fade (whether she will confirm the fact is an entirely different matter) with each step as Roma shedded her metaphorical lawyer's skin - and disapparated from the nearest alley to St. James' Park. It was easy to spot her husband, especially when he was with such adorable company. "Well, if it isn't my favourite boy." Roma spoke once she was close enough. And let the record show that she was talking about their dog, ~~Brutus~~ Ipsy. Benjamin, who? Could Benjamin ever do what Roma did daily? Depends. If the question was whether he could ragebait with the best of them? Yeah. But if it was could Benjamin Stylinson, son of the deranged Ravenclaw who got a law degree for fun because she was bored after quidditch training, possibly undertake three years of a legal education and then go on to be what the old folks call "a corporate baddie"? Theoretically yes, but he would leave that to the pros. He was more into the soft life. The warm smell of baking bread, flour in his hair, a fresh pie waiting to be served with dinner more often than not. Time to volunteer at the local soup kitchen. Dogs also apparently don't walk themselves, despite Ipsy's best efforts. The dog, like his wife, was... an overachiever, to say the least. The dog had aced obedience school, taken to every trick immediately, and shown a shocking interest in Roma's legal ramblings. Every lawyer's dream dog. The only reason Res Ipsa Loquitur (the canine) put up with Benji was probably that he was the "food and walkies" guy. A mama's boy through and through, the dog went bounding up to Roma, slobber and all, with Benji forced to jog behind to keep up. "Hi, darling. We missed you." Enough to kiss her lightly slobber-moistened cheek. Well, actually, he did his best to find the one dry spot on said cheek. Could she tell?