Knee-Deep In Possum Dung - Rumour Has It
A group of volunteers clad in khaki trousers and shirts are knee-deep in possum dung as they wade through the animals' enclosure during the weekly clean out at the Scamander Reservation for Endangered Magical and Non-Magical animals.
One pauses to wipe a hand across her brow as the sun beats down, baking the clay earth, and is left a little behind the others. She has white-blonde hair, gathered in a huge bun on top of her head, upon which a small lemur sits, and is largely unaffected by the gossip which has so excited her fellow animal-lovers. The grandson of the centre's founder, and the man who funds the campaign, is visiting for the first time in five years.
Of course, she is looking forward to questioning him on some of his grandfather's lesser-known work, especially his most intriguing piece on the diricawls and their close links to a species which has never actually been sighted, having been tracked only through its faeces. However the young woman is only amused by her fellow female volunteers' main interest - rumour has it that the young man in question is very handsome.
Miriam glances over at her friend. "Come on Luna! We've got the mammoths after this."
A/N: I am unsure whether to continue this as a multi-chaptered fic, so please review and let me know if you would like me to go on. Otherwise, I will leave this as a one-shot.
I hope you liked it :D
