Ah, thé bubbly, Queenie Goldstein- nevermind, Kowalski, as your mother.

Instead of going to ILvermony like she’d done, you went to Hogwarts with Natasha, your cousin, also the daughter of Newt and Tina Scamander.

Your dad was a muggle, so he didn’t understand, but his excellent baking skills got you fresh bread everyday- and you really couldn’t complain about something as good as that.

And every summer, you went back to that oh so sweet- bakery, where various people would look at you, but you didn’t mind. Muggles were oblivious to everything, anywhere, anyone.

Until you heard that familiar voice of your dear mother.

“Sugar! How was school?”