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Rose Zeller (_rose_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Rose considered Dennis’ dream for a moment, then shrugged slightly. “Sounds like kind of a catch to me, though,” she finally decided, then laughed. “Sweet, flexible, and if she gives you too much crap you just bite her head off. You could do worse.”

Her smile broadened into an excited grin when Dennis decided on presents first. Up until her third year at Hogwarts, birthdays had simply been a day, marked by a card from her parents, and that was it, so they had never really held any meaning for her, other than a way to keep track of her age. Then she had met Rolf, who had made her parents annual Owl appear fake by making the day feel special, even though they were surrounded by DEs and war. Since that day, she had made sure to remember the birthdays of those she cared about, and just a couple of years later, Dennis’ birthday had been one of those. “Of course!” Catching Rolf’s eyes for a moment, she slid off Dennis so he could sit up while she got the present from her bag. Once she was seated again, comfortably against Dennis’ side and close enough that she could touch Rolf, she handed it to him. “I found this on the market just outside the Indian Ministry for Magic right after we arrived,” she told him as handed it to him, letting him open it as she summoned an identical box that she held onto for a moment. She waited until Dennis had opened his, then she opened her own and placed the bracelets she always brought home for him in it. Upon closing the lid, she nodded for him to open his again, where the bracelets would now be. The Vanishing Box had been quite the find. Normally they would cost a fortune, but the woman who had sold it had obviously not been aware of what it was, she had simply sold the silly tourist two silver boxes for a good price and both of them had been happy with it.