A thick pink smoke billowed up from a cauldron as Newt Scamander stirred furiously.
"Just a few moments more, Dougal." Newt said to the demiguise that was perched above him on a shelf, peering curiously at the magizoologist.
The final grain of sand fell to the bottom of the hourglass that sat beside Dougal and Newt was able to stop the erratic stirring.
"This potion might be the death of me." Newt smiled up at the ape-like creature as a thunderous roar sounded from deeper in the rooms of his magical case.
"On second thought, whatever is going on in there might do it. Be back in a jiffy." Newt said as he ran through the door to where his magical creatures called home. He popped his head back through the opened door and asked Dougal "Would you mind the potion while I'm gone? Don't let it turn green!" Newt had disappeared before the demiguise could offer a response. As a being in possession of the ability for precognitive sight, Dougal saw the outcome of the potion left unattended for too long and ran out the door to avoid the aftermath.
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Newt rushed over to a small fire that had caught in a stockpile of hay and uttered a quick "aguamenti" to extinguish the flames. He crouched down and discovered a broken lamp to be the source of the fire. A nundu bounded happily towards him and began rubbing against Newt's leg.
"Thank you for acting as a rather brilliant fire alarm, girl. Did you see what knocked this over?" He asked of the extremely dangerous, yet friendly creature. The nundu raised her head to gesture in the direction of the perpetrator and, with a final pat between the ears, Newt set off after the unknown creature.
A slimy trail on the ground wrapped around a corner and led into the darkened mooncalf pasture.
"Lumos" Newt whispered and followed the glistening trail past the sleeping creatures to the corner of their pasture. There, huddled in the tall grass, was a frightened murtlap.
"There there, mummy's got you." Newt comforted the hairless pink creature. "What's spooked you this time?" He reached down and picked it up, cradling the murtlap like a mother would for her infant. "You're leaking essence everywhere. Let's get you up to the workroom, I could use this in my - oh, my potion!" Newt held on to the murtlap and took off at a sprint towards the workroom, hoping that his potion could be salvaged.
He reached the door and wrenched it open, finding the room had been covered from floor to ceiling in the putrid green aftermath of his failed experiment.
"Well, there's always tomorrow," he said optimistically. "Now that you're safe, let's get you home so I can set into cleaning up this mess."
Newt turned around and took the murtlap back to the comfort of his burrow. Caring for magical creatures was his passion and specialty but such unpredictable things can happen with so many different creatures all housed under one case. Newt sighed happily, he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
