Rolf Scamander (

Rolf's hand rested gently on her shoulder, squeezing comfortingly. "It's okay. I'm sorry," he said sincerely. He understood in as much as he could understand, and he felt keenly for her. The lost of a loved animal, even if it wasn't yours, always stayed with you somehow.

He led her to the dog kennels, one hand politely on her back between her shoulder blades. His dark eyes scanned the kennels, making a few soft sounds as some of the animals greeted them with various degrees of enthusiasm. "Let's see how you get along with this fellow," he said, opening the kennel to the Basenji dog he'd gotten in a week ago. Everything he knew of the breed reminded him a bit of Susan, so he thought he'd let them see if they were a fit.

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