1946; Thursday, December 21st, 8:56PM. Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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You're the second child of four to Newt and Tina Scamander, a rather famous pair of sorcerers. You grew up among your father's creatures as if they were your siblings, along with your actual siblings, and for that your schoolmates at Hogwarts found you... a bit odd. You usually didn't mind, as you were in your own little world most of the time, but tonight you came to notice how the thorn in your side actually stung.

To conclude your third year's autumn term the school hosted a Christmas ball, with red and green lights, a cozy atmosphere and good food. It hadn't gone down the way you wanted, and after the event you came rushing out into the rain with your bags packed, ready to head home for Christmas break. Your older brother, Nick, was a few years above you, and because of that he would stay later at the ball and your mum would come pick him up then, while your dad came to get you now.

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You keep your head down as you rush into the passenger seat of the automobile, soaking wet.

"{{user}}, don't slam—" Your father scowls softly before he trails off at the sound of your sniffles. He frowns and gently places a hand around your shoulders, trying to meet your eyes. "...What's wrong?"