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Rolf Scamander (outofthewild) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Rolf was out walking. He tried to take a walk every day, though sometimes it was early and sometimes it was late. Today it was late, and he was walking to wind down after closing up the shop and the rescue before Apparating over to Rose's for the night. He'd check his place first, to make sure that she wasn't already there, of course, and to see if Bast was going to come along. He snacked as he walked, peckish from a rushed supper. He had plenty of fruit and cheese at home, and he'd grabbed an apple and an orange and a couple of those little bitty cheese wheels.

Right now he alternated a bite of apple with a bite of cheese, faintly wishing he had thought to grab a small thing of salt to sprinkle as he went. Oh well.

He heard a slightly familiar chittering sound and started glancing around, wondering who had let their pet out in the cool night. Or maybe a beloved pet had escaped. He followed the sound to a bench and grinned. The animal was terribly cute, and he remembered how soft they were as well. He leaned down to be eye level with the creature.

"Well hello there," he said in a calm, soothing voice. "Who let you out of the house?"