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 looked at her in shock for a moment before breaking out into a huge grin. "You have? That's amazing! I love the Aristocats, and the Emperor's New Groove, and Hercules, and the Lion King, and Aladdin, and the Little Mermaid, and the Sword in the Stone and..." he trailed off and blushed slightly. "I just really like Disney movies okay?" He sat back in his chair and gave her a strange smile. "Refugees in France and Belgium and Spain and a bit of resistance don't even approach the same level of destruction that happened here though, does it? It's not like any European ministries fell or became involved beyond pressuring the ICW to make a 'a 'strongly worded condemnation of blood terrorist ideologies' but I see your point."
He rolled his eyes at her again. "Definitely not, you lack a penis - I'm assuming - and you have those weird flesh pillows on your chest and you look like a girl, so definitely not piquing my interest at all." He stopped and grinned at her mischievously for a moment. "Now if you had a brother that'd be a completely different scenario."
"Ha, yeah I know exactly what you mean. The Creevey colouring wouldn't support black hair very well I don't think, but you know black hair and pasty skin seems to be what emo kids go for."
He sighed heavily and nodded. "Yeah, I'm not a were and the packs have no reasons to trust me when so many other Wizards have brought them nothing but pain," he said with a sigh of exasperation. "I wish I could have a conversation with someone about what it's like." He looked up at her and snorted. "The purge at the Prophet did a fairly good job at removing all the dead wood, sycophants, liars, and other assorted unsavoury characters, so yes I am."