A Different Kind Of Creature
The halls of Nurmengard were lined with shelves of books, the walls a rich golden brown and yellow cream. It was clear that Grindelwald enjoyed reading in style and comfort, furthering his knowledge while relaxing in the glow of softly shimmering candles floating near the ceiling.
Queenie Goldstein has stopped to examine one of the many books that lined the shelves when she picked up on a thought from her companion.
"Hmm?" She closed the book with a snap, the sound of laughter now ringing in her ears.
Curious, she replaced the book and turned to see a large, winged wolf sitting on the floor next to an overstuffed armchair.
Credence was sitting in the armchair next to his adoptive mother, stroking the phoenix that had curled up in his lap. Every now and then the Dranine would snicker and snort, her tail wagging gleefully.
Queenie approached the mother and son, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Soft kitty?" she murmured, and Dragon's eyes widened.
"No, don't tell him about that!" Dragon barked, glancing nervously towards the door as though Grindelwald would magically appear at any moment. "He can't know that I see him as a soft kitty. Please, you mustn't tell him!"
Queenie considered her for a moment then shrugged. "I always thought he looked more like a llama." She then returned to the bookcase, acting as though nothing had happened.