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, |
"It's great," Dennis replied with a huge grin. "I definitely recommend it! I went to Rome the other week for a date thing I with a really fit Quidditch player - Terry Boot, do you know him? Not that you need to go to those extremes, but still, travel is something everyone should experience." He made a sympathetic face at her, even as the cogs in the back of his head began to whir and click at something. He ignored them, knowing they'd deliver some sort of insight at an utterly unrelated moment - like whilst sleeping, or eating beans. "That sucks for the poor girl. I'm sorry!"
He rolled his eyes at her pointedly. "Don't worry, if I was in any way, shape, or form interested you'd be the first to know," he said, placing his hand on his heart beforing grimacing. "Actually probably the second. I'd be required to tell my friend Rose who'd probably fight you for the honour of doing me." He paused and looked around the room, finding it somewhat lacking in hot men - unless you counted Seamus, which Dennis emphatically didn't - and sighed with her. "I'll have to take you clubbing or something, so we can see some proper meat."
"Genie de la Lune," he asked, furrowing his brows in confusion. "I... I must admit I don't remember you, but then I was a bit insular in school so I suppose it's not a surprise. You do look a bit like another girl I sort of knew, but she- well- you couldn't be her." He shook her hand, noting the warmth of it, as well as what felt like callouses from hard work. "Pleased to meet you," he replied, as the first wave of food began to arrive.