Rolf Scamander could really use a cup of tea (mild_mannered) wrote in wished,
"If you wore your own clothes," Rolf pointed out, taking another sip before he stood up. "You probably wouldn't look like you were wasting away." He stooped and kissed her forehead before he left the room without announcement or warning. He'd actually been planning to go wake her up to eat if she didn't rouse on her own within the hour, it might be needless but he couldn't help worrying about her.
Busying himself in the kitchen, Rolf waved his wand at the kettle, causing it to whistle shrilly. He poured a cup, setting it aside to steep as he dug through the fridge, pulling out roast beef, cheese, condiments and vegetables, the bread he summoned from across the room. By the time he'd assembled an impressive, hefty sandwich and sliced up an apple to accompany it, the tea was done steeping and he put everything on a tray to carry it back to her. "How can I resist that pout," he said, setting it down in front of her and picking his tea back up, ready to finish it before it needed another warming.