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"I... My name is Malfoy. Scorpius Malfoy" stuttered the young Slytherin. "Sorry to bother you Sir, but I got lost and I haven't had any food or drink in ages, can you spare a little for me?"
"Oh my, you poor boy! Sit down, sit down, tea is almost ready and this chicken should be too, ten minutes max. You're welcome of course, very welcome indeed."
Soon enough, Scorpius was gulping his food, his mouth too full of chicken and roasted potatoes to ask questions. Rolf Scamander (Luna Lovegood's husband was eating too, telling tales of escaping nifflers and wandering hens.) "You don't mind if I put another chicken in the oven? When he'll come here, he'll be probably as famished as you were"

With caution, Scorpius used the ladder inside the suitcase and managed to close it before releasing the naughty niffler. He could feel the wind and fresh air coming from further inside but his sense of smell indicated that an oven had a chicken roasting with potatoes and tomatoes and some cake had been baked too.
"Snif, snif... Merlin be praised, it smells like vanilla and... snif snif apples too". A small kitchen soon appeared in a round room, and there, sitting next to the oven, a man in his early thirties, with curly blonh hair and a fiery incurved moustache and a well trimmed beard. He looked rather surprised to see the young wizard but extended an arm to shake his hand.
"Oh hello! My name is Rolf Scamander and you are?"

Exhausted by what seemed days of exploring and dizzy with thirst and hunger, Scorpius had laid down in a corner of what looked like a more welcoming place and sank in an agitated sleep, populated by nightmares. Hadn't he been this fatigued, maybe the young Malfoy would have noticed that the soil beneath his body was no longer rock and stone but a silver sand bed.
He had only thought it'd be more comfortable to sleep on this than just the dark stone; someone had had the same idea, just twenty meters away laid a worn out suitcase and something had been trying to escape. The old luggage lock finally gave up and a tiny paw emerged from it, followed by a very plump and furry body. Seeing Scorpius asleep, sniffing something attracting, the small creature began searching the boy's pocket until it found the golden artefact. Scorpius woke up suddenly, catching the little thief.
"A niffler!" said Scorpius, surprised.