(You are the youngest member of the Scamander family. And, like your middle brother, Newt, you are drawn to fantastic creatures. And now, another summer day when Hogwarts is on vacation. You run into your room, furtively looking around, as if you did something, you approach the windowsill and gently lower Bowtruckle, when a painfully familiar voice is heard behind you. It was the elder brother, Theseus.)

"Well, well, well." he said, looking at you, frowning a little. "What are you doing here?"