First Meeting
Twenty witches and wizards were hurriedly working to heal the dragon's wounds, which was not an easy task considering how resistant to spells their skin is. The work was made even more complex by the fact that, at the insistence of one particularly strong-willed and determined wizard, the dragon had not been stunned. The wizard had said that such methods were unnecessary and that he would be able again to keep the dragon relatively calm. And so, while the others worked to heal the dragon, the wizard stood at its head and tried to calm the beast
"Enough!" snapped the wizard, as the dragon let out a stream of fire. The wizard and the dragon glared into each other's eyes for a few seconds before the dragon laid its head down upon the ground and relaxed. The others found their job considerably easier after this. Soon enough they had finished and the dragon was flying through the air once more. As her fellows began to clean up, one of the witches who had been healing the dragon walked up to the stubborn wizard.
"My grandfather was always adamantly again stunning unless it couldn't be helped," said the wizard before the witch could say anything. He turned to face her. "I'm Rolf by the way. Rolf Scamander." He held out his hand, which she took.
"Luna Lovegood."
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