Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Or any magical creatures, sadly.
Day 27: Wilderness
The five year old boy marched out into the backyard with an old schoolbag of his father's over his shoulder, a too large hat jammed onto his head, and a determined look on his face.
"Rolf, where are you going?" his mother called, with a small smile at the sight.
"I'm going on an adventure to find magical creatures like Grandpa Newt," the small boy replied.
His mother suppressed a smile, "Alright, dear, just make sure your home in time for supper, okay?"
The boy nodded vaguely before darting out the door to begin his "adventure". His mother watched him through the window as he trekked across the yard, pausing every few feet to scan the area around him for magical creatures.
About an hour later, she went to the door to call her son in for supper. Rolf came running towards her, his face glowing with pride and his small hands clasped together as if keeping something from escaping.
"Mummy, mummy, look what I found!" he shouted, skidding to a stop in front of her.
But he didn't show her right away, instead Rolf put a serious expression on his face and said in a tone reminiscient of his grandpa speaking of his travels, "I had to travel deep into the- the wildness to find this. It's a very magical and myst-rious beast.
"Goodness," his mother made her eyes wide, "Is it dangerous, Mr. Scamander?"
"It can be," Rolf replied seriously, "But don't worry, I won't let it hurt you."
His mother nodded, pressing a hand to her heart as if in relief, "You certainly are a wonderful magizoologist, Mr. Scamander. May I see your latest discovery?"
Rolf nodded, "Yeah!" He opened his hands to reveal the tiny frog he had caught.
"That is a wonderful discovery," Rolf's mother declared.
"Can I keep him?" Rolf asked eagerly.
Mrs. Scamander smiled gently at her son, "Don't you think he'd be happier in his own environment?"
Rolf thought for a moment than nodded, "Yeah, you're right." He crouched down and held his hands out to allow the little frog to hop safely off, watching it hop away into the grass before standing up, "I'm starving! Being an adventurer is hard work!"
I teach three-year-olds and one of them caught a tiny frog at recess one day, which partially inspired this. I always love reviews.
