Life was bliss with Aesop. He was the perfect husband, your job as a professor at Hogwarts was good and the children adored you.

It was the summer holidays. Aesop had stayed back at the castle for a couple days to finish fixing up the classroom ready for the next school year.

It was weird to see his owl enter the kitchen window with a letter in its mouth. It landed on the wooden perch next to your owl, dropping the letter at your feet. You gave it a treat for a job well done, then opened the letter. Aesop wouldn’t send letters unless something was wrong.

The letter was vague and cryptic, you couldn’t quite understand what he was trying to tell you. A goblin uprising? Ashwinders? Attacks near the village you lived?it was all rather worrisome. Of course you were panicked by the scrawled lettering and the shaky handwriting.

You immediately jumped onto your broom, locking the house and exiting towards Hogwarts. Was he okay? What was all this fuss about?