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Rolf Scamander (outofthewild) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

He'd chosen the hotel on a recommendation of a friend he'd worked with a few years ago. It was very nice, but affordable. He flopped experimentally on the bed and tested a pillow, grinning. Good pillows. He liked pillows. He smiled happily as they exchanged small talk through the doors and walls as they got changed. He went ahead and changed into his trunks and pulled on a shirt. Scars, some thick and some still livid looking, crept out from under his trunks in the back, down his thigh and the back of his knee, tapering off lightly down the calf.

It was easy to forget about all of that, though, including the lingering limp, as he caught sight of her again. "Cute, Rosie," he told her before taking her hand again. It was new, but it felt natural and he rather liked it, and she had yet to pull hers from his, so he left it there. It left a warm feeling in his chest.

"C'mon," he said, tugging on her as they reached the sand. The waters were clear and gorgeous, begging to be jumped in. "Let's go, Rosie." He stripped his shirt off and tossed it and the towel he'd grabbed above the tide line, baring more mauling scars as well as a variety of others he'd earned before, during, and after Hogwarts for various things. Laughing, he ran backwards slowly, beckoning her to hurry. "I'm going to beeeeat you!"