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xxii | Newt Scamander ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪꜱᴏɴᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴢᴋᴀʙᴀɴ
"ROLF, I AM ASTOUNDED BY YOUR ABILITY TO SLEEP IN PAST . . ." Valeska checked the alarm clock which had been blaring repeatedly for two hours now. " — 3 in the afternoon."
Rolf gave a groan, turning over in his bed once again. He grabbed at his pillow and hid his head underneath, hoping to escape the trumpet-like-alarm.
"For a child so hyper you'd think he'd get up earlier," Aura Scamander, a tall, dark-tanned woman with dark curls, said as she walked into the room, holding a folded pile of her son's clothes.
She threw them onto the bed, peeling off the covers as she started shouted at Rolf, "Come on, up, up, up! First week of summer!"
Once again Rolf groaned, begrudgingly sitting up in bed, his curls sprawling over his forehead in tangles. Rubbing at his eyes, he gave a weak, "Woo!"
Aura raised her eyebrows at Valeska, a laughing spilling off her lips as she watched her son trip on his bed-sheets and fall flat on the bedroom floor with a 'THUMP'.
A smile grew on Valeska's lips as she watched Rolf scramble to stand up, his mother trying to help him through her fits of giggles. She felt a wave of contentment wash over her as she watched the scene, a longing for an experience that was finally within her reach — Valeska felt calm.
As agreed, she took her first steps upon the Hogwarts Express, sharing a little, and cosy compartment with Rolf, Harry, Ron, and Hermione — whom she still felt a little panicked with, and talked through all that had happened within the year.
It was baffling to grasp within one's mind when heard out-loud. The revelation that Voldemort, the grotesque, vile face that was infested upon the back of her teachers head flickered before her as a memory. But not just a memory, but projected as the years prior to his persona as Voldemort — before the devil swallowed his soul and spat out his spawn.
Upon landing at the platform, Rolf had quickly dragged her off, routing out promises of a series of letters to the trio behind them as his parents came into sight.
Valeska would have been lying if she said she wasn't nervous. In fact, she was almost tempted to run back onto the train, and command it to take her back to what she knows.
However, as it turned out, she had nothing to fear. Aura and Jacob, Rolf's mother and father, had welcomed her with, not open arms, but joyful smiles — it was easy to tell whom Rolf got his big pearly whites from.
It has been two days that Valeska was allowed to adjust to new scenery, and the Scamanders have been nothing but welcoming. Aura, a strict yet warming woman, would often take a seat beside the girl, persisting upon gaining the latest news and gossip, and what boys she was interested in — which she soon became greatly disappointed. When she wasn't doing that, she was assisting Valeska through her transition into a young adult, now that she was soon to be fourteen, Valeska had undergone some. . . changes.
