You can call me Rob, Robbie, Angel, Baby, whatever the fuck you want. Just expect to be screaming it out loud every night and calling it when you can't find me in the morning.
What can I say? I'm a lover, not a fighter.
-laughs- Of course you are, sweetheart.
How you been keepin’ yourself anyway, sweetcheeks?
And where have you been? My life’s been particularly Robbie-less for way too long.
Ah, here and there — but you know if you call my name, I’ll be there. I think that’s a song, actually. I’m like a feckin’ magical sexy leprechaun.
Robbie Wood was perhaps the most stubborn member of his family - a feat difficult when one looked at his parents and siblings, but true nonetheless. His father attacked life with the single mindedness that had resulted in a great Quidditch career, whilst his older sister had developed a resilient strength that far outweighed her stature. Robbie, on the other hand, possessed what many had deemed a ‘blockheaded ignorance’ — despite the consequences he stuck to his guns and his beliefs, willing to accept any punishment with a smile on his face.
