Prelude to magic riot part 2

The afternoon sleep was warm and fuzzy, a comforting blur of sound and sensation. Then—yank! A sudden, sharp tug on my arm shattered the warmth of my slumber. A blurry face loomed above me—my sister, I thought. Everything was too bright, too loud. My tiny body, still heavy with sleep, was hauled upwards. For a dizzying moment, the world tilted precariously. I let out a small, confused whimper, my eyes struggling to focus. My sister, a giant in my world, was already moving, pulling me along. Sleep still clung to me like a sticky, unwelcome blanket.

I woke up groggily, rubbing the sleep from my eyes while clutching my blanket. My small frame wobbled as I tried to keep up with my sister's hurried steps. She was walking quietly, and I was confused. Over the past few weeks, I had learned a lot about Fleur. Very few things could make her act this secretively. One of them was definitely a unicorn—but why was she behaving like this now?

We reached Grandma Amelia's room. Fleur knocked, and when there was no response, she opened the door and pulled me inside.

The room was simple in design—a modest bed, a table, plants neatly arranged on the windowsill, and books covering one wall, giving it the air of a scholar's retreat. In front of a large cupboard were several big bags and suitcases.

My sister walked forward and tapped on a brownish-black suitcase. It shook.

My eyes widened in shock, sleep vanishing instantly. I stood frozen. Fleur, clearly pleased with my reaction, grinned and said, "I heard noises coming from Grandma's room. When I entered, this bag was trembling violently. I think Grandma brought some animals inside it, and they're hungry. So, I brought you here since I know you can talk to them. Ask them their names and what they eat."

I stared at her, my expression clearly asking, Can't you just ask Grandma?

Perhaps realizing her mistake, she nudged me again, urging me forward. I hesitated before walking up to the bag.

"Hello," I said softly. "My name is Aimé. Who are you? Do you want to come out? Are you hungry?"

For a few moments, I listened carefully, responding to their muffled replies. Then, taking a deep breath, I opened the bag.

Fleur startled. She had never intended for me to actually open it. She stepped forward to pull me back but stopped abruptly.

From the suitcase emerged three Bowtruckles, one Demiguise, two Nifflers, and a Kneazle.

They froze, clearly expecting someone else—probably Grandma Amelia. The Bowtruckles stepped closer, pointing at me and the suitcase. I understood they were thanking me for opening it.

As I conversed with the Bowtruckles, the others, realizing I could understand them, slowly gathered around. I pulled Fleur down to sit beside me, and we began talking. I took on the additional role of translator between the magical creatures and my sister.

From our conversation, I learned that they had been hunted by poachers. Grandma Amelia and her team had rescued them. They shared stories about their homes and habits, and I told them about Fleur and myself. A certain Fairy Queen kept intejecting and chatting in my head. We were so engrossed in our exchange that we failed to notice the presence of others outside the door.

Click!

At the sound, the Demiguise instantly turned invisible, and the Kneazle moved protectively beside me.

I turned to find Minnie taking pictures.

Grandma Amelia entered, holding back a smile. The Demiguise reappeared, seemingly realizing there was no threat.

She pointed at me and asked, "What are you? The Demiguise and the Kneazle—both known for their vigilance—completely let their guard down around you. They didn't even sense us outside the room."

Fleur, ever the innocent troublemaker, shrugged and said, "He's a baby. Isn't it obvious that animals wouldn't feel threatened?"

Aunt Apolline, however, was not amused. She pulled Fleur aside and scolded, "Miss Fleur Delacour, what did I say about entering other people's rooms? And touching their belongings without permission? This is absolutely unacceptable."

Fleur hung her head slightly, but I could tell she was still too fascinated by the creatures to feel truly remorseful.

Grandma Amelia spoke at this point. "No, Fleur. Demiguises have a precognitive ability; they can predict events, which makes it easier for them to escape during hunts. But you see, as soon as I entered the room, it turned invisible and quietly came beside Aimè, as if to protect him. On the other hand, Kneazles are highly intelligent and have the ability to detect untrustworthy individuals. Even now, you can see she is still positioned beside Aimè, ready to attack and protect if necessary.

"Magical creatures are intelligent; they can detect love and care. It took me months to get close to them after saving them, but they are willing to protect Aimè after meeting him for only a short time."

"The magical creatures are trying to protect someone they met for the first time, I've never heard this before. Fleur your brother is really blessed. He can make creatures love him and even hold conversations, he is really making me envious. " Continued Grandma Amelia.

Then, looking at me, she couldn't help but ask, "Are you interested in magical creatures?"

Hearing this, I quickly stood up and nodded enthusiastically. In my head, I thought, A life full of fluffies has always been my dream! Rosalind, present in my head, suddenly burst into laughter—perhaps she had read my thoughts.

My mother, noticing my excited head movements, came forward. "Alright, Mr. Second Newt, stop moving your head like that and tell me how you ended up here."

That brought me back to my senses. I recounted the entire trip, emphasizing how Fleur had woken me from my sleep just to feed the creatures.

"But I had already fed them," Grandma Amelia interjected. "The suitcase is charmed with an Extension Charm and an Atmospheric Charm, ensuring their total comfort. There was no need for shaking the bag."

Fleur and I exchanged puzzled looks. Then, I turned towards the Kneazle beside me and asked, "Wasn't it you all who moved the suitcase?"

"Meow... Meooowww," the Kneazle responded.

(The silver monkey says there is a person who can speak our language.)

Hearing this, I looked at the Demiguise and asked him about it.

"Guuurrrr... Urr... Ggggurrr," he replied.

(Yes, yes. I saw you in my vision. I saw a life of safety and comfort, and there will be many more of my companions accompanying you.)

I explained this to the others in the room. Grandma Amelia then turned to my mother and asked, "What exactly did you eat while carrying Aimè?"

My mother, replied, with a proud and smug look on her face.

Wait a minute... I had heard this question before! Wasn't it my dear godmother who had asked this?!

Somewhere, in a distant place, a certain Elven High Priestess, busy with her work, sneezed. "Who is talking bad things about me?"

The elders eventually left the room, leaving Fleur and me alone with the magical creatures to spend time together. I called Sniff, Pung, and Row, introducing them to their new friends. Sniff got along well with the other Nifflers, while Pung enjoyed a relaxing massage from the Bowtruckles.

Fleur and I were engaged in a lively conversation with the Kneazle, Demiguise, and Row. A certain Fairy Queen even joined in—but only in my mind, telepathically. We spent the rest of the evening playing around. Laughter filled the house that day.

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During dinner, my mother had a proud look on her face and tried hard to keep herself from smiling. She kept serving me food, patting my head, gently rubbing my cheeks, and even caressing my round belly. It seemed as though she had heard many praises about me.

After dinner, we visited Grandma Amelia. Only after she reassured us, saying, "I will take you to the forest to find a unicorn," did we finally retire for the night.