Summary: You discover the source of the mysterious noise.
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'Merlin's beard the nundu's chasing after the mooncalves!'
Typical. Just when life was looking up something odd happened. It seemed to be a (Your Surname) family curse.
Fixing her hair (Name) stumbled up the hill and chased after Newt, who was waving his arms in the air and screaming bloody murder at a thing in the distance, a thing which (Name) couldn't see. Loud roars were also coming from over in that direction.
Oh-ho, into danger are you bowtruckle boy??
Her pace increased as she hurried over to where he was standing. Newt was standing on a small tussock staring at a beast that looked, well, kind of like a black lion with spikes.
'Newt??'
'Yes, dear?'
'How are we going to stop it?'
He scratched his head and laughed awkwardly.
'Well, it's usually quite tame, so I have no idea why it's being like this today.'
He slumped down on the tussock and put his head in his hands.
'Its hopeless'
The nundu roared and a breath of poisonous gas escaped its mouth.
'Couldn't we just move the mooncalves and leave the nundu where it is now?'
'Now that (name), - his eyes began to sparkle with hope - that is a brilliant idea.'
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