Rolf Scamander (

"You're welcome," he said. He'd been raised around what occasionally felt like an inordinate amount of females, and so he just took her cues and followed her into the other room. He moved stiffly, trying not to limp but feeling his pains more than usually tonight after the overly active morning of chasing an overly large rabbit. He'd overdone it, not that he wanted to admit it.

"Oh good. I hate when I'm late." Not that it kept him from being late, unfortunately -- it was an unfortunate thing with him sometimes, his single-mindedness when he focussed on something. He eased onto the couch, smiling at the two men already in there. "Hello, all," he greeted.

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