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 grinned at her and clapped loudly, earning a few confused looks from nearby patrons, and one highly amused whoop from a token Muggle-born. "Well done," he said appreciatively.
He sigh gustily and wagged his finger at her. "No. Nein. Non. Iie. Flesh pillows are for those inclined." He snorted at her giggles, unaware of the turmoil his next comment caused her. "Well I'll just have to meet them, won't I?"
"Yes, because you're so sallow," he replied with a jocular point of his finger. "Still I see your point."
He nodded thoughtfully then took out his watch. "Merlin's Teeth, I'm sorry to do this but I totally have to rush," he said, jumping up quickly and putting a couple of galleons on the table. "Owl me though yes, or I'll owl you?" He turned and began to jog out before turning and grinning at her. "It was nice to meet you."