SCARS || Newt Scamander

One

Platform 9 and 3/4 was jammed with people. Old and young hurried around and shoved others out of their way. The scarlet steam engine whistled, announcing to the crowd that there was barley anytime left to board.

Clara Angell and her mother, Rose, stepped into the station, Clara looking around in amazement.

"Now Clara, don't forget anything." Her mum warned.

"I won't mum. I have everything." Clara said, rolling her eyes.

"You have your toothbrush, extra clothes, stuff for your scar-"

Clara's hand immediately flew up to her face, and she traced her hand down it.

"Oh.... I'm sorry dear. Come on though, we don't have all day." Rose said, pushing the girl along.

"It's alright." Clara said quietly. The two reached the train, her mother seemed reluctant to let Clara go.

"Clara, do you have to go? It's your first year, and I don't want you getting hurt." Rose said.

"Mum, I'll be okay. They do say Hogwarts is the safest place to be." Clara said shrugging.

"Alright...." Her mother pulled Clara in for a hug. Clara hugged back, closing her eyes.

"Be safe!" Rose shouted, worried about her daughter.

"Mum!" Clara said, before boarding the train. She waved goodbye before closing the door.

Clara carried a book as she walked down the isle. Finding an empty seat, she sat down and opened her book. The book was titled Lupine Lawlessness: Why Lycanthropes Don't Deserve to Live. Clara scoffed at the title, the reasons were terrible, and offending. She was a Lycanthropes, or werewolf, after all.

Clara sat alone in the compartment reading her book as the train moved through London. Hearing the train whistle every now and then, Clara would look up and look out the window before turning back to her book.

Then a boy with sandy blonde hair pushed open the door.

"Hello, mind if I sit here?" He asked, looking down.

"Of course, I was getting a bit lonely anyways." Clara said. He nodded and sat down. Then he looked up, and she saw a look of surprise on his face, then curiosity. Clara quickly closed her book. 

"I'm Newt, Newt Scamander." Newt said, putting his hand out.

"I'm Clara Angell." She said, shaking his hand. Newt glanced at her book.

"Why are you reading that? Is it interesting to you?" He asked.

"No, it's complete rubbish, I don't even know why I own it." Clara said, shaking her head.

"Not all werewolfs are bad. Some are nice. Not that I've ever met one." Newt said. But your talking to one. Clara thought.

"I do agree that they aren't bad. Depends on what they use their ability for." Clara said.

"I'd hardly call it an ability." Newt said. Clara shrugged.

"Anyways. What house do you hope to get into?" Clara asked.

"I don't really care, although I wouldn't mind Hufflepuff." Newt said. "What about you?"

"Hufflepuff seems nice. Gryffindor does too." She said.

"It does a little bit. I just want to learn about the creatures."

"Creatures?" She asked.

"Yeah. My mum is a Hippogriff breeder." Newt said nodding.