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Newton Artemis Fido Scamander or Newt, as most people would call him, has made many friends in his three years at Hogwarts.
For one thing, there is that herd of mooncalf living in the forbidden forest he met on a full moon when he spent detention in his first year.
There are also the three cheeky puffskein that tried to eat his sock in the second year, he sometimes sees them in the Great Hall eating scraps from the feast.
And of course, the branch of bowtruckle living in the Bowtruckle Island near the Great Lake finally let him near their tree without trying to poke his eyes out.
The point is he made lots of friends. But all of them are magical beasts, unlike most of his classmates who have fellow humans. Nevertheless, he prefers it this way anyway. He always thought that humans are complicated creatures he can never understand.
So, the arrival of an unexpected human friend is a new and odd experience for him.
It all started on a Friday afternoon. Most of the students are having a good time getting out of their classes and saying goodbyes to their friends who they will not be seeing for the upcoming break.
Newt was just quietly spending his time in an abandoned room he found in his second year, which he had made his workspace.
He was thinking of how he would write to his family that their youngest son is not going home for the holidays because he is nursing an injured raven chick, which he, fortunately, found on the school grounds.
One thing about his parents is that they are not as fond as him of his love for these magical creatures. No doubt this will give them another reason to be disappointed yet again and compare him to his perfect older brother, Theseus.
As he was pondering about these thoughts, he heard a commotion in the hallways just below him.
Soon enough, a girl wearing a Slytherin uniform frantically comes up from the stairs. She looks like she has just run away, which is probably the cause of the commotion downstairs, as she always does.
Leta Lestrange.
Leta is in the same year as Newt. They share some classes this year, and she is quite known for brawling with the Gryffindors and losing points for her house.
"Scamander, why aren't you packing?” Leta asked him.
Newt was a bit surprised that she even knew his name. He always had the assumption that no one does since he prefers to stay away from everyone. But Hogwarts is a small school, and everyone almost knows each other so maybe he assumed wrong.
"I'm not going home," he nervously answered without looking.
"Why not?" she asked, and he felt her come closer to him.
"He needs me, he was hurt," he answered and showed the little creature he was just softly holding.
"What is that?" she curiously asked.
"A raven chick," he answered proudly. "Isn't the raven your family emblem?" he asked. Lestrange family is a famous pure-blood wizarding family, almost everyone would know about them.
"Yes, it is," she answered and took a seat beside him, still observing the tiny creature.
Newt carefully scooped up the chick. Leta reached out for it, and he placed it into her receiving hands as they both observed the cawing little creature.
At that moment, he finally decided to steal a glance at the girl in front. And in her eyes, he saw the same expression he had when he first found his love for these magical creatures.
He tried to stop the small smile forming on his face.