A short, and bespectacled female was wondering aimlessly on a winding road: nothing but silence surrounded her, which in her mind, was rather useful. It provided the perfect conditions for thinking. Not just any thinking- hard core, strenuous thinking. Candance Furgor was pleased to admit she did this when ever she seized the opportunity and somewhat enjoyed it, no matter how often it could reduce her tears, overcome her with happiness of flood her, drown her even, in confusion.

It was no question why; her father had always done the same, and used real life example that showed his logic. For example, he was reluctant to visit the doctors despite the various speculations the family had about his colourful medical issues. He spoke wisely to his daughter: "If I am not diagnosed, I don't really have it!" It always brought her chuckles and she had eventually become accustomed to believe this herself, in everything she did. If she didn't face it, it would never be there. Sometimes, this was why she avoided strong thinking, but moments like this one compensated for them and calmed her, as well as frightened her. Still, she knew she had to face these issues one time or another.

She didn't really have much intent walking down this road were the curbs were covered with crispy autumn leaves, and the wind blew.

None.

Well, there was something rattling her brain, which she had procrastinated about doing for what seemed like decades when sadly, it was only a week. This task would be an embarrassing one, considering her lack of experience and very low self-confidence when addressing people she had barely spoken to. But she was doing to by her own desires. Broken away from her apprehensive reverie, she noticed a snarl like sound in the bushes.

Don't even fight it, little girl (for someone who was already struggling with confidence, this was not especially helpful). Instinctively, she threw her right hand down to her right boot, grasping something that would appear to be a normal stick retrieved from a tree. Her breathing was momentarily uneven, but still quiet, and her eyes were flickering with small indications of fear. This could either be your downfall, or your up rise, depending on the path you chooses. Interesting. Particularly strange, she noted, since nobody lingered in the bush. She'd tactfully dropped her notepad nearby so as to have a discrete excuse to investigate. Always a curious one, this Candance. A waver of relief carried over her, before she resumed her walking- but with added speed from nervousness. As she walked, she wondered if perhaps anyone had noticed her reach for her 'stick'. Thankfully, she didn't need to use it, or have it brandished, else she'd be severely punished by the governing community.


Deciding to quickly forget this snarl, which she had noted down at the back of her dog-eared parchment, she walked on eventually reaching a secluded building on the side of the street. It was decrepit to say the least, with vines hanging from the decaying window ledges.

" 'nything I can help you wi' sweetheart?" grunted a bloated fellow sporting a seriously ominous clock and a crumb- filled beard. His dusty, yet perfectly spherical eyes stared the teenager down before swiftly looking up again. Admittedly, she was intimidated, but she would have to interact with the rest of human kind without her mother's help when she left home, so why no start now?

"I think I can manage, sir," she muttered. "Thank you,"

"Say," Oh dear, she thought, must I gage in more conversation with this stranger? "What's that thing sticking up from your boot?"

Startled that he'd been so observant, she ruffled her papers to look distracted before acting as though she did not correctly hear this question. In seconds, a cover up formulated. "It is my little brother's, sir. I was going to get the...bus... to pick him up from school. He's very superstitious about having his mossy old thing to play with..." Hopefully, she had fooled him. She new full well she had not got a brother as of yet: her Muggle mother was pregnant.

He laughed, something so great a raucous, that it felt to have shook the ground. Revoltingly, his warm and vile breath covered her face as she tried to chuckle with him. Even so, she could not find whatever he found amusing, funny. "You're having a laugh right?"

"No," she stated very firmly. "I assure you this is not intended to be amusing.

"In that case," he calmed down with heavy, sickeningly close breaths before pointing a chubby finger down at her wearing boots. "You might wanna bring a actual stick, and not a wand!"

Astonished he had caught on, she whipped her Irish Phoenix wand out and brandished it with wavering confidence. She was serious. No, of course she was very weak at obliviating even the simple minded, but she was was scared of what to do; she felt entirely threatened. Mustering all the strength she possessed she utter the incantation. "Obli-"

"Whoa there, sweetheart!" Candance stopped dead in her tracks eyes flickering with uncertainty, but frankly, she wouldn't really desire to be thrown out of school for under-age magic. "I wouldn't panic," he whispered, leaning in closer than she felt comfortable. To assert her dominance, she leaned backwards, and tried to grain as much height as was possible- it was very unhelpful to say the least, but even so.

"Step away from me," she began, fiercely. She didn't want a muggle to murder her: although she was happy to live in harmony with them, and be amused by their creative inventions, she would be rather embarrassed as a ghost if she were to have been defeated by a non-magic person. Perhaps she was just getting ahead of herself.

"I apologise for frightenin' you. I've got me a wand too!" he boomed, spitting and chortling at her embarrassment. She hushed him immediately afterwards.

Candance ducked towards him, her back to the muggle street. "Do you really want to announce that to everyone? Huh? I was trying to remain discrete, but apparently, you are not,"

The monstrously sized man dimmed his laughter to a minimal and became serious, all of a sudden. Candance hid the small smirk from feeling of respect she had earned from someone evidently much older than herself. Perhaps her confidence should remain like this all the time. "Sorry, I didn't notice my volume. The name's Edgar Lymouth, pleased to meet your somewhat, startled acquaintance!" Although he was a ragged and smelly bloke, she was obliged to deliver him the same equally warm grin that he gave her. For some reason, it was rather nice to be in the company of someone of your own kind, for once. You just felt more...whole.

"Well, excuse me for wanting to protect myself, and you know...the entire wizarding world." She felt her breaths return to their normal pace. "My name is Candance Ophelia Furgor, witch- Muggleborn-, and I'd like to call myself a fan of magical creatures..." her words wondered off. At school, she was generally regarded to be quite obsessed when it came to this topic, which would odd as it was a subject that was seemingly unpopular. She supposed she was worried about this old man's approval. When suddenly, she realised she had revealed too much before confirming anything. She stepped back, her wand firmly pointed. "Prove yourself...please, if you would," far too nice, you idiot.

"If you insist, Miss Worry Wart," from his cloak, he comically revealed a rigid and exceptionally long stick. It must have been at least thirteen inches. "It's unicorn hair. Expecto Patronum!" he whispered the incantation.

"Edgar, sir!" she gasped, both impressed and annoyed at his lack of care for the muggle environment. Undeterred by the beautiful owl that cooed gently and flew around her body, she silently squealed. "Put that away right now! We're going to give ourselves away,"

"Are you kidding? They never notice anything around here." He placed it firmly away before pressing onwards. "So, can you do that?"

Scoffing with envy, she turned away. "No, definitely not. I can produce a slip of silveriness at best. Besides, even if I could I wouldn't show you because I don't have complete trust in you, and I am not going to be responsible for giving us away." She shyly watched her long feet. "

"Hm, wise girl. I'd bet my hat you're in Ravenclaw!"

"No. I'm in Hufflepuff," unnoticed by Edgar, was a gloomy tone to her voice. "But I'm more than fine with this. I do sometimes wish I was in Ravenclaw. I nearly was, but I am a Hufflepuff- one of the most loyal people you'll ever meet... I'll take that hat now, please..."

"I like your style, kid. And I don't doubt you on that last part, for a moment. Come on, so tell me, where was you headin'?"


After several minutes of detailed explaining, the scruffy man escorted her into the decaying household. Candance was subconsciously standing close to Edgar than she would have desired, due to the unruly amount of small insect beasts scurrying abruptly amongst the creaking floor boards.

Around the building were old portraits, their disrupted residents glaring at the two magical humans. Most grunted in utmost disapproval though a small portion just glanced with curiosity. Candance's heart was pounding in her chest, and she tried to maintain calmness. Edgar, however, was unperturbed by them and whistled tunefully as they approached some steep stairs leading to an underground area of the building. Dust fell from the ceiling, covering the majority of her glasses. Blasted dust she thought scornfully, and began to fiddle with her spectacles as she descended the unwelcoming staircase.

As they neared the bottom, laughing voices could be heard faintly over the whirring of the wind on the weak structure.

"...and that my dear, is a Pygmy Puff, a incredibly endearing creature! It is special because they are friendly and give warm and fluffy hugs to their owners!" a light and tunefully voice giggled. The light of the room they entered was a soft golden glow, and the roaring fire place had beautiful embers awaiting to give Candance the warmth she had so been deprived of in her journey here.

She soon realised the voice belonged to a seemingly pretty woman with exceptionally blonde hair that cascaded neatly down her back. In her arms, she cradled a small toddler, who resembled the child who stood clasping onto her loose trouser leg. Twins, Candance pondered amusedly, this must get awfully confusing. This woman was someone who she regarded to be a wise lady whom she admired from a younger age.

"...Mrs Scamander, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Candance felt herself bow.

The lady looked upon her curiously, but no less happily and lowered her children before a small display of fluffy creatures. "And who might you be?" A small necklace made up of wine corks lay upon her chest. Her jumper was a loud selection of bright colours, contrasting with dark coloured unicorns.

"I'm Edgar Lymouth, this little girl was looking for you...something about a job?" with one hearty thump on her back Candance was thrown forward towards one of her many idols. She couldn't believe she was really here. All the anatomical pictures of creatures, and declarations of equal rights. Similarly, there were an abundance of papers across a desk- sitting next to Mrs Scamander's wand!

"My...my name is Candance Furgor. I just wanted to see if perhaps...maybe- if you wanted to- you would perhaps have some jobs going?" she was stuttering and felt absolutely infuriated with herself. How dare she humiliate herself in front of someone like her! Gosh, she probably thinks I'm a fool.

Slowly the woman came toward the younger female, smiling. "I think Headmistress McGonnagal might have mentioned you before. What OWLS do you have? It's important I ask, but really dedication is what I'm looking for..."

Nervously, she flickered through her notebook to ensure she did not announce her results incorrectly. "For the core subjects I received four Exceeds Expectations, two Oustandings, and one Acceptable. Then I chose Muggle Studies, Arithmancy and Care of Magical Creatures. I got an 'O' in my Care of Magical Creatures, for the other two I got 'E's," Candance looked up to see whether she'd earned approval. Apparently, Mrs Scamander seemed sufficiently impressed.

"You have done extremely well so far, Miss Furgor," she nodded, and then turned around to pick up some papers from her desk. "You like magical creatures, hm?"

"Yes, very much so. It's my favourite subject in fact,"

"What house are you in?"

"Hufflepuff...you know, I will try very hard if you offer me a position, Mrs Scamander. I really will..." Great, now you sound needy. Mrs Luna Scamander looked her in the eye with the ghost of a light grin wavering across her pallid countenance.

"I can see the determination in your eyes. I get the feeling you seek happiness in your relationship with creatures..."

"Yes. Yes, I think I do."

Nothing more was said for some time, besides she short introduction of her three year old boys Lorcan and Lysander Scamander. The Edgar man exited the room shortly after Luna had asked Candance to read through a copy of a guide she had written herself 'A Detailed Guide Towards Being a Caring and Thorough Creatures Worker'. It was a collected group of notes for feeding at different points in the day for maximum content with the creatures. Tips on how to approach larger creatures, and small diagrams she had neatly written demonstrating the structure of the areas in which the creatures are given space. It was a captivating book, and as Candance found herself engrossed in these notes, Luna watched with amusement. To her, this was definitely the girl she had advertised for in the Quibbler. Although along the way she would need to teach her how to be happy with herself. She did not need to be such an insecure person.

An hour or so passed quickly before Luna pressed on the political side of the workplace.

"Do you parents know you are here?"

"Oh yes," Candance assured her, gleaming dreamily at a poster on the ways displaying the variant of dragons that existed globally and their different strengths. "They're Muggles though, so it took a lot of persuasion. However, they were happy I was being a more mature lady in getting employment alone,"

"Tell me about your wand. From my perspective, you seem to be a outwardly quiet and peaceful person, but this is more than you let on. You're actually a lot fiercer and independent when you need to be. I can tell your head is buzzing with ideas and thoughts a large percentage of the time," her soft voice as she alerted Candance brought silence to her. Never once had someone so deeply assessed her traits, or so accurately. Still, she was humble and decided to answer to her request."

"Oh...um, Irish Phoenix core. Augureys I believe they're called. I was told that it was seemingly uncommon. Could even be tropical..."

Luna nodded with reflection. This would be a rather fascinating employee. "Sometimes- I read somewhere- that the owner can harbour wisdom and a free-spirit. Do you care for adventure?"

"As long as it is in healthy doses, and for a good cause. Then yes, adventure is where you find friends and strength."

"I could tell you a thing or two about someone I've met who was quite the adventurer. A bit like yourself... For now, you should return home. I am sure your parents would be worried. Please, if you wish to take up the job I would e more than happy to give it if you can start tomorrow?"

Candance breathed a sigh or relief. She already felt close to Mrs Scamander. Perhaps closer than her friends at school in some cases. Something about her immediately makes you want to trust her, and she has this way of talking to you. You never feel intimidated around her. Wow, I feel like an equal to someone who helped destroy Voldemort and wrote one of the most fascinating creature books with her husband. With glee, she rose from her seat on the ground, and wave goodbye to the two distracted little boys.

"Yes, please. I suppose you're right. I'll see you tomorrow, boss!" she ran from the room as quickly as possible. She felt a bit light-headed, but consumed with courage having achieved what she have strode out for.

Who was this adventurer? Logically, it could be herself, or Harry Potter with whom she is close friends. However, having heard of his tale one too many times, she was expecting something a little more interesting.


Thank you for starting this story. The idea of Fantastic Beasts inspired me to do a creature related tale.

Which leads on to my next question... who do we think the adventurer is? Is it too obvious? Well, we'll find out soon I suppose...

Please leave a review or some constructive criticism for improvement, and I strongly apologise for any grammatical mistake, which I will edit with the next chapter.

Thank you! :D