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Dennis Finnigan Creevey (dennisthebrave) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

He sighed and leant against the counter himself, focusing on measuring out an acceptable amount of firewhiskey for his glass. "I suppose I can allow that. Plus, you're a much nicer sight then say, the dog coming to pee on my foot again. Or Rose realising that her 'wriggle' is a 'dog' so I can't complain." He poked his tongue out, because really he and Rolf had already discussed the fact that Rose seemed to not register her new dog as, well, being a dog, so really Dennis was just ribbing the other man for the fun of it. "I am not in bed, because my brain still apparently thinks it's in New Zealand and is thus absolutely convinced that I should be up and about. I'm thinking of lobotomising myself, would you help?"

He wandered over to the sofa and threw himself down with the same combination of vigour and absent mindedness that he approached life with. "So how are things anyway," he asked, poking his wand to flick on a couple of lights. He looked over at Rolf and then paused to cough pointedly. "By the way, little Rolf's poking out down there."