She Didn't Like Him
His cape billowed out behind him in a way that was entirely unnatural, considering the heavy heat which hung about the reserve.
He had arrived by carriage. 'How ridiculously pompous,' Luna had thought to herself as the deep violet vehicle trundled up the potted clay track. That money could surely have been much better spent on improving the exercise equipment in the dragon enclosure!
He spat out the tea that they had served him (in the only cup which wasn't currently being inhabited by a dormouse, too). Luna's nettle concoction wasn't to his taste at all, apparently, as Rolf Scamander could only drink the most delicate of pomegranate fruit teas.
He answered Miriam's minimal questions on his grandfather's most famous thesis robotically, and merely blinked blankly up at Luna when she enquired about the diricawl study which had caught her eye.
'No doubt he's never even read the papers at all!' Luna humphed as she drew back her thin bed sheets and settled herself down, smoothing out her demure, floor-length, sunshine yellow nightdress. 'Probably couldn't even pick a Syrian hamster from a dwarf one!'
No, it was safe to say that she didn't like him at all, and she was more than glad when he left the reserve after the briefest of stays.
A/N: I know, I can barely believe it, either - an update! I plan to continue this story in the same style as this and the first chapter; that is, drabble-length snippets from their relationship. I have semi-planned the next few, so the wait shouldn't be as long, either.
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