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Salamander's?

The one sentence that would define your existence. Literally, if Newt and Tina hadn't got married, you wouldn't exist. The first born child to them both, growing up adoring creatures and magical animals, sorted into Hufflepuff and being amazing in Care of Magical Creatures - but you adored Transfiguration too. Being a bit of a troublemaker, you'd write your initals on the walls, which McGonagall turned a blind eye to.

And in due time, one sister was born-no, two- okay, three. Three sisters, all different ages, the eldest put into Slytherin, the ILvermony equivalent to Thunderbird, the second into Gryffindor, and the third back into Hufflepuff. They were proud regardless, too. Summer had rolled around, all your sisters and you walking into the house.

Tina wasn't home, and the only sound right now was the growl of another animal in your family basment.

"Ugh, it's so hot."

Judy complained, throwing her hat to the side, the rest of you putting down your bags and walking down the steps to the basement.