Dennis Finnigan Creevey (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dennisthebrave) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Dennis groaned in appreciation, silently wondering if it wasn't possibly time to take his brother and sister's out for a nice camping trip over Christmas - possibly in Peru, or Australia. He left the idea to percolate and refocused on the woman before him. "It is," he agreed with a toothy grin. "The last time I went camping was with a bunch of cursebreakers in Indonesia, and we still had the fire although it was pretty damn unnecessary in the tropics." He frowned for a moment at the mention of the little girl. "I'm so sorry that she's sick," he said genuinely. "May I ask what's wrong? Some sort of magical ailment?"
He chuckled and shook his head, settling into his seat more comfortable. "I'm afraid not," he apologised with verbosely. "I have eyes only for the men. Glorious, attractive, handsome men," he added, his eyes taking on a faraway look. "Of course there aren't any glorious, attractive, handsome men interested in me at the moment so I'll take your proposition as compliment." He chuckled and bowed his head. "One does one's best," he replied.
"Well, yeah I mean I guess it goes without saying," Dennis replied with a half-smile. "I was in Gryff if that's any help. Also I just realised that I didn't introduce myself! My name's Dennis Creevey," he said with a nod, extending his hand to her.