"Same thing I'd get anything to work. Bit of ingenuity, magic, and a trip to the muggle store." Rolf had tidied up the place a great deal once he'd moved in. Fenrir was not the cleanliest house guest and it was a lot of work to set things in order and straighten everything out but the pay off was worth it and Scamander hoped that that werewolf just never got out of prison.
He stuck his nose into the bag Minerva had brought and rummaged around in it a bit before dropping it onto the coffee table and planting himself on the sofa. "Make yourself at home. I'm not much for formalities."