Somewhere in the Southern Caparthians. 1928.

It was a fair morning in Romania, as the wizards and witches living in the mountains began their daily activities. Everybody started their day with some breakfast, before proceeding to their own tasks. For the girl living on her own, her routine was not any different. She woke up at the crack of dawn, before having some breakfast, then heading towards her work place. The only difference was that she had to take care of Kieran, her pet Kneazle. It had been her daily routine for the past years, and as much as she hated to admit, she began to feel sick of it.

After putting her coat on, the brunette glanced into her reflection in the mirror. She sighed, realising how alike she was to her late mother. She missed her deeply, and her own appearance didn't help the case. She tugged her locket inside her shirt gently, before letting Kieran into her case, which had been enchanted with an enlargement charm. The feline was purring, feeling comfortable with the warm space. Shoving her wand inside her pocket, the brunette began to walk towards the apparition station that would teleported her straight towards the building on the top of the mountain.

By the time she had arrived, the main building of World's Dragon Reservation and Institution was already filled with students from every part of the world who wanted to learn about the famous creature. It was the most important Dragons reservations in the world, which was also the home for Romanian Longhorn, the native Dragon of Caparthians Mountains. She walked past a newspaper stand without looking back. For all she knew, the daily papers must have been filled with news about a certain dark wizard, Gellert Grindelwald. But instead of being cautious around people or suspecting that one of her colleagues might be one of Grindelwald's supporters, the brunette decided to not care or pay any attention to the matter. It doesn't really concern me anyway. The only thing that had been bothering her was her brother's whereabouts. She had been trying to write her brother some letters, but he hadn't returned any of them. And the brunette started to get annoyed.

'Rosalind!'

Hearing someone called her name, the brunette turned around and greeted by a pair of blue eyes and a mass of red hair.

'Aidan.' She smiled.

Before her, standing a good looking wizard wearing his usual brown coat. His fiery hair looked neatly combed. Rosalind could sense those blue eyes were eyeing her from head to toe in admiration, causing her to blush.

'You're going to be my assistant for today, right?'

'Indeed I am.'

The wizard flashed her a smile, before nodding towards the direction. 'This way.'

The two began to make their way towards the east building, where Aidan O'Hallore's classroom was. Unlike the regular schools or institutions, the classrooms weren't surrounded by four brick walls. Instead, those rooms were enchanted to become the natural habitat of certain kind of Dragons. But since Aidan was an expert in Romanian Longhorn, his classroom was not enchanted.

By the time the wizard unlocked the classroom, he was greeted by gentle snores of the beast. Romanian Longhorn was classified as the aggressive kind of Dragon. The creature had dark green scales, and two long horns on the top of their heads, which became their unique characteristic. Rosalind was following her partner closely, who made his way towards the beast.

'Rose, do you mind checking the wound?' Aidan said, caressing the sleeping beast softly on its head.

After putting down her case beside the wooden table and taking off her coat, the brunette quickly walked towards the tail and saw that it was still wrapped neatly in a bandage. Grabbing the potion contained vial from her pocket, Rosalind began to undo the bandage, causing the creature to swift as it had regained its consciousness.

'Easy there, Reina.' Aidan said reassuringly.

After seeing the beast calmed down, Rosalind started to pour the potion onto the wound, almost earning herself a light slap from the tail. But she held the tail steadily, before wrapping it with another fresh bandage. Reina, the Dragon, had now shifted into a seating position. The beast started to stretch its limbs, before letting out a growl. Aidan walked towards the other room, before coming back with two sheep.

'Feeding time!' the red haired wizard said excitedly.

Rosalind was standing nearby, clearly amused on how a beast, that was supposedly feared, could be tamed and becoming human's best friend. Clearly not any human's best friend, as some nosy aurors would often sweat under the gaze of magical creatures, let alone Dragons. She smiled as Reina slashed open its prey with the horns, before roasting it. Rosalind felt bad for the animals, but that was how the food chain worked, Dragons sitting on top.

'Poor Reina.' Aidan said, as he stood next to his partner. 'How is her wound from yesterday?'

'It's better. But she needs to rest her tail instead of moving it around as usual. I am curious on why did Robert bit his little sister's tail, though.' Rosalind smiled, making her way towards the wooden table, to prepare some books for the upcoming lesson.

'Siblings. What else do you expect?' The wizard chuckled. He then stood behind the brunette, breathing slowly on her exposed neck.

Rosalind sighed, then letting go of the papers on her hand and moved away towards the bookshelf. She was not stupid. She was perfectly aware on what her Irish partner's intention. Flashing him a smile, she began to take some books out and held them tightly to her chest.

'You're amazing, do you know that?'

Rosalind shrugged, as she put the books down on the classroom tables, preparing for the upcoming class. 'Well, I am a healer. It is my job to heal every wounds.'

Aidan was about to say something, but the bell indicating the beginning of the class was ringing, and the students started to fill in the hardly called classroom. Rosalind quickly walked towards Reina, to stop her from running away even more into the forest.

'Come on, Reina!' she walked the creature towards the front of the class. 'Good girl!'

Just like every other morning, Rosalind would stand nearby, watching whoever professor she was paired with began their teaching. Sometimes she would listen to the lesson, recalling back her student days, but sometimes she would quickly feel bored. It all depended on her moods. But lately, boredom was beginning to accompany her very often, and the brunette started to feel sick of it. She needed a place to practice her gift in tending magical creatures.

Rosalind Fawley was very natural when it came to magical creatures. Having grown up with some of them ever since she was a baby, Rosalind could be considered as a natural in taming the beasts. She was fearless, very passionate and dedicated, also the top of her classes in Care for Magical Creatures back in her Hogwarts day. Many of her professors thought, even betting on each other, that one day, Rosalind Fawley would become a well-known magizoologist. But they were guessing wrong.

Everybody knew nothing behind her decision in taking a year of training in becoming a healer. They thought that perhaps, she only wanted to try something new, but it was more than that. She did work at St. Mungo's Hospital for two years, before applying for a position as a staff in Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures in British Ministry of Magic. She had tried to convince the Head Department, but instead of getting what she wanted, Rosalind ended up in Being Division. But that was when her career really started.

In the middle of the war, Rosalind insisted that she should be transferred to Beasts Division, where she finally had proven herself to be rather handy. Her passion for Dragon study actually led her towards the Eastern Front, where she had to face the Ukrainian Ironbelly. Eventually, the creature only responded to one wizard and the only witch in the group, injuring the rest of them. Not only she had to take care of the Dragon, but she also had to heal the injured. By the time the war ended, she was quickly promoted as the Head Department, which she gratefully accept. It only lasted for two years, before the witch decided to pursue her passion in studying Dragons. But somehow, despite her brilliant achievements, everybody in World's Dragon Reservation and Institution still underestimated her talent. And lately, it began to irritate her. No matter how hard she proved herself, she would still be considered as the healer or the assistant.

'So, I guess, that is all for today. Class dismissed!'

As soon as Aidan ended his lecture, the students quickly made their way out, leaving the professor with his assistant. The redhead walked over to see Rosalind caressing Reina's head softly, lulling the creature to a slumber. Though Romanian Longhorns were somehow aggressive in their nature, Reina was unusually quiet. She did prefer napping rather than hunting outside the safe habitat, unlike the other Dragons.

'How was my lecture?' he said rather loudly, causing the brunette to hush him.

'Shush! Draco dormien nunquam titillandus, remember?' Rosalind smiled. 'Your lecture is brilliant, as usual!'

'Thank you, Rose.' Aidan replied, before sitting down on the ground beside her. 'How come we have never had a decent conversation back in Hogwarts?'

'I told you, the house rivalry between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw was too tense to be true. Besides, you were too busy in collecting all outstanding scores.' The brunette nudged her partner. 'Can I ask you something, Aidan?'

'Ask away!'

'Do you think I am going to be a terrible professor?'

Aidan frowned. 'What's with the question?'

'No matter how hard I tried, I will remain an assistant.' The brunette admitted sadly.

Hearing this, the wizard felt bad. He didn't know what to say. Should I tell her the truth?

Letting out a deep breath, he replied softly, 'I think you will make an excellent professor.'

Rosalind smiled, before looking away. Slowly, she began to stand up and grabbing her stuff. 'Very well, then. I guess I will see you later.'

Aidan, who was taken aback by her response, quickly stood up. He went after her, as she made her way towards the exit. He felt confused with the sudden change of the mood.

'Rose, where are you going?' he asked, walking in a fast pace and trying to keep up.

'I am not stupid, O'Hallore.'

By now, Aidan was sure that there was something bothering her. Did she find out already? He went to grab her arm, stopping her on the track.

'Let go!' she commanded coldly, glaring slightly.

'What is wrong with you?' Aidan asked, refusing to let go of her.

'I told you, I am not stupid! I know you are hesitating.'

Sighing, the wizard ran his hand over his neatly combed red hair. 'Fine, I'll tell you. But not here.'

Rosalind was staring at him, trying to find out his real intention. But seeing how serious he was, she decided to go along.

'Fine. Let's go back to my place.'

Arriving at the small but neatly arranged home, Rosalind began to open her case, letting her creature out to rest on its small bed by the fireplace. She then walked towards the kitchen and put a kettle on the stove.

'Tea?' she shouted.

'Yes, please.'

As Rosalind made the tea, Aidan walked around the small and cosy living room. After years of knowing each other, it certainly was not the first time he went there. But he had noticed how Rosalind would rearrange the place every six months. Though she told him that she couldn't stand a routine, he still didn't understand the urgency of rearranging. It would only be a waste of time, really.

He glanced at a small picture with golden frame. It was indeed a moving picture, of thirteen wizards and a witch. The words Eastern Front were engraved on the frame. Aiden smiled, noticing the picture version of Rosalind who was smiling proudly and nudging a shy looking wizard beside her. He recognised him from Hogwarts of course. His expulsion was the talk among the students in the boarding school for almost a year! Nobody wanted to be on his feet, obviously. How unfortunate.

'Here is your tea, Aidan.'

Hearing his name being called, Aidan turned around and saw that Rosalind was already sitting down on the sofa. A tray, with two cups of tea on it, was floating above the table, with each spoons stirring in anti-clockwise.

'I sometimes can't believe that you were serving at the Eastern Front.' He smiled, before making his way towards the spot beside her. Taking one cup, he handed it to her while taking one for himself.

'So do I, sometimes.' Rosalind said, before sipping on her tea, then putting it back on the tray. Kieran walked towards her, before making herself comfortable on Rosalind's lap, who caressed her back gently. The creature seemed a little tense, probably sensing what was about to come. 'About that thing you were saying, what is it?'

The question was enough to make his smile faded. Like Rosalind, he too put his cup back on the tray. Composing himself, he was debating whether or not he should tell her everything. But he was already there, in her home, and nothing should have been holding him back.

'I will be honest with you.' Aidan took a deep breath. 'Yesterday, some professors were talking about you. They wanted to give you the position in becoming a professor. But there was this one professor, Mister Kanapatsky, who refused the idea.' By now, he could see the glints were slowly leaving her blue eyes. 'It was because of the speculation about your brother.'

Rosalind let out an ironic laugh, before composing her feature. She then let out a sigh in amusement. 'Always with my brother. As if I also have something to do with him or whatever the rumour is about. But did you tell him?'

'I did. I tried to tell him that you have nothing to do with the missing wizard, who happened to be your brother, and that you are qualified enough to give out lectures. But that negativity seemed to have changed their mind about you. I don't get it.'

Rosalind wanted to believe that he was lying, but even the Kneazle on her lap didn't mewl on protest or showing disagreement. So, he must be telling the truth. The brunette then decided to tell him what had been bothering her mind for the past month.

'I am not surprised, honestly. And there is something that has been bothering me a lot lately. That's why I asked you that question at the first place.'

'Fire away.''I start to feel sick with all of these, you know, the routine and everything else. I hardly go out on holiday to the sea, or the city. We live in the bloody mountains, there's nothing else to see other than forests, and also dragons.' She sighed. 'I have always wanted to work with dragons, but somehow, I miss the other creatures too.'

'I know how it feels.'

Aidan went to grab her hand, which rested on the Kneazle's head. But the brunette quickly pulled her hand back, before moving her pet on the seat next to her. She stood up, before walking towards the fireplace.

'Do you?' Rosalind turned to face him. 'I actually am planning to leave this place.'

'And go where? Back to England?'

She shrugged. 'I don't know.'

When Aidan was about to let out his disagreement, a furious tap could be heard from the window. Rosalind quickly waked towards glass window and when she swung it open, an eagle owl flew in with a full speed, before landing on the sofa with a thud. Kieran was mewling lowly, before walking away unbothered. Sensing that the owl might be exhausted, Rosalind quickly unattached a roll of parchment from its feet, before caressing the feather.

'Poor creature. Aidan, could you please feed the owl and let it rest? I'm going to read this letter.'

Aidan quickly walked towards the kitchen, taking the owl with him. After making sure that his figure had disappeared, Rosalind quickly unrolled the parchment. Deep down she was eager to know the sender. Is it from Herman? But by the time she saw the handwriting, she recognised it immediately.

Dear Rosalind,

How are you? I hope you are well. It might seem to be strange to you, as we hadn't talked to each other since your departure to Romania. Well, I don't know who I should reach, other than you. You know that I don't really trust so many people, especially in the Ministry. And I trust you.

I just lost one of my fantastic beasts, a Demiguise. You know how hard it was to find Dougal, but eventually we got him, thanks to you. By now, he is somewhere in London, and I don't want the Ministry to get to him first. My brother would be furious if he found out. It's not that I don't want him to get mad at me, but he already has so much on his plate right now, and I don't want to be a burden. Also, I am in a need for assistance in handling my beasts, since my current one has just left. Again, you have experiences in handling magical creatures, and I put a great trust on you.

I know things might not be good for you to come home, but I still hope that you will consider my offer in becoming my assistant and helping me with Dougal. Please send me a telegraph if you decided to come, so that we can arrange things for your arrival.

Sincerely,

Newt Scamander

By the time she finished, Rosalind had the brightest smile on her face. She couldn't believe the great opportunity that just came to her. Quickly, she made her way towards the kitchen and called out for Aidan.

'What is it?'

'Can you please take me to Mister Kanapatsky? I have a great news to tell him!'

'Now?' Aidan frowned. But seeing Rosalind nodded, he gently put the owl down on the wooden table. 'Sure. And who is the letter from?'

'I'll tell you on the way!'

And that day, Rosalind had found the answer to her problems, which was to move back to London. Even though she hated that place and hardly called it home, she was willing to do that. She knew Newt very well, and after those days when they were working together, Newt was like a little brother to her. Also, perhaps going back to London wouldn't do any harm. She could show those who were the reason why she left all those years ago, something they were missing. Or perhaps she could do something else, like accepting an invitation she had left hanging years ago.