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Rolf Scamander (outofthewild) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Hmmm. I'll see what I can do while still having a fabulous alibi," he said solemnly, though a faint grin hovered at the corners of his lips. Anything for his friends, and though some might say it was extreme for a Hufflepuff, well, it was still Hufflepuffian... and honestly he'd never bought the utter division the House system seemed to create. He'd had friends in every House in school, even with the politics that had been going on at the time.

Rolf squirmed faintly, chuckling. "Ticklesssss," he mock-whined. He'd learned long ago to take Dennis' affection as it was, for the man had never pushed anything and so he took it for what it was worth. He was general an affection hungry person anyway, having not received a lot growing up. He gave it easily, though. While Dennis started digging through the bag, Rolf worked on messing up his hair just on general principles of fun, especially since how he was pushed into the couch it gave him a good angle at it.

"You could open it and see," Rolf said, poking his friend in the ribs lightly. He always put a good bit of thought into his gifts. But he plucked up the box from Dennis' lap, long fingers manipulating it slightly so that the side popped out. He gently plucked out the figurine within, which grew slightly as he did so, though it remained small but very detailed. The amber lion stayed still for a moment, but then Rolf ran a gentle finger down its back and it stretched, yawning and showing pristine, delicate fangs. It was a work of art.

The moment he'd seen it, he'd wanted it for Dennis. He'd haggled with the ancient African witch for weeks for it, going to her place nearly every day to do so before they finally reached a price they'd both been satisfied upon. "I saw it and it wanted to be yours," he said, holding it out carefully to Dennis, hoping he'd like it.