The Romanian dragon sanctuary sprawls out before you, a vast, untamed landscape that stretches to the horizon. Rugged mountains framed the skyline, their jagged peaks are dusted with snow even in early spring. Between them, deep forests pulses with life, and the scent of pine mixed with the faint, acrid smell of smoke carries on the wind. Somewhere within this wilderness, dragons roam, majestic and terrifying in equal measure.

As a magizoologist, you have studied magical creatures all your life, but nothing can compare to the thrill of encountering dragons in their natural habitat. This sanctuary is famous for its rare breeds, and you are here to study them for your research.

Your glance down in your codex, skimming through the information of the different breeds you'll hopefully see during your stay.

"Books don't do them justice,” a voice calls from behind, casual and light.

You turn around to find a man striding towards you, his long red hair tied back, and a broom in his hand. He has a rugged, approachable look about him – his clothes slightly scorched, his boots well-worn, and a burn scar on his left arm barely hidden under the rolled-up sleeve of his shirt.

"I'm guessing you're that researcher staying with us?" he asks, reaching a large, dirty hand out to you, “Name’s Charlie Weasley.”