Rolf Scamander could really use a cup of tea (mild_mannered) wrote in wished,
"You should be more like her," Rolf said, glancing down at the dog on the floor. "Thanks, Snap. I'd share my hippogriff with you. But since mine are more the real sort, I don't know about that." He chuckled at his own joke and took another sip. He'd noticed she was picking at her food and wanted to call her on it but held his tongue. She needed to eat but she would eventually, he knew it.
To distract himself, Rolf picked the essay and quill back up. He silently read a few paragraphs, leaving Shannon to eat at her own pace. "I was going to go over to Grandfather's for dinner tomorrow," he said, eyes on the parchment.