I walked up the driveway to my new home, a two-story farmhouse in the middle of Romania. I assured myself that I would get used to the colder weather in no time, anything was colder compared to Egypt. I levitated my trunks into the house and left them in the summer kitchen. I walked into the kitchen to find a rather attractive muscular dark-haired man sitting at the well-used kitchen table, along with seven other men who all looked equally muscular. As soon as I walked into the room, all conversation finished.
"Um, hi?"
"You must be the newest recruit", the tall dark-haired man asked me.
"Yeah, I am." My Scottish accent sounding particularly thick considering that it was 6:30 in the morning and I had only woken up half an hour ago.
"We're going to start you today, is there any problem with that?"
"No, there shouldn't be, I'll have to grab my stuff from my bags but that's it",
"We're going to start you on the ridgebacks just to make sure they weren't trying to unload their failures on us."
"Sounds like I'm going to have to stay on my toes today", I said not adding a hint of sarcasm, I swear.
"What are you used to working with?" one of the other men asked.
"Horntails, for my entire career", I answered answering what I knew was an inevitable question.
"I guess you'll be working with me then, once we figure out how good you are." A man, about five foot seven, with light brown hair and amber eyes told me.
"I guess so, so where do I dump my crap?"
"Go up the stairs turn left go down the hall and it's the room before the bathroom, its red and black, you can't miss it."
"Mkay", I levitated my bags up to the second floor of the house; then I grabbed the larger one and thought"Accio gloves" my gloves flew out of the bag and into my hands, "Accio jacket", and my fireproof jacket flew out of my suitcase. Just then, with my knickers strewn across my bed, did one of the dragon tamers decide to come into my room.
"Charlie Weasley, you must be Adair."
"Yeah, I am, you must be the guy who works with the ridgebacks" I commented while shoving my undies back into my bag. I looked over at him while holding a particularly lacy pair.
"Yes, I know it's strange, I barely know you and already and I'm showing you my skivvies
"Nah, I wasn't looking at that I was looking at your jacket."
"What about it?"
"Well first of all either you're some rich girl who's trying to piss off mommy and daddy or you've worked all your life."
"The second one, I don't think my mommy and daddy really care what I do."
"Let's get going then."
"Yes sir."
As soon as we got outside of the house, I was happy that I had decided to wear my scarf.
"You act like you've never been outside", Charlie commented
"No, I'm acting like I've been in Egypt for the past six months",
"You ever meet a guy named Bill?"
"Yeah, kinda tall, long hair?"
"He's my brother",
"I figured that, not many Englishmen with red hair running around."
"Where are you from anyways?"
"Why do you need to know", I stated as we entered one of the enclosures.
