Dennis maintained the pathetic look on his face, even when he felt triumphant. The door opened, and she wrapped a warm arm around him as he was ushered inside. "Rosie... I..." he pretended to be lost for words. "You do know what happened to me, don't 'choo?" he asked, his voice just above a whisper.
She confirmed it when she said he really didn't need a drink. Giving her a pathetic look, complete with large, puppy dog eyes, he conveyed his own apparent fear. "Oh Rosie, I'm so scared. I... I didn't ask to be like this, and now everyone hates me, and I can't do magic and I'm just... scared."