The Saladmanders at Hogwarts

Professor Scamander

[POV: Udj Udj - Donutmuffin323]

Arithmancy class. 10 minutes left.

I've never felt 10 minutes last longer than this.

Before I go on, I will introduce myself. My full name is Camryn Udjelaointseighu. Since the teachers can never pronounce my surname, they usually resort to my first name. The only person other than me that can pronounce it correctly is the Mother Hen Cj; she's spent years trying to get it right.

Now you may be wondering exactly why my friends call me Udj Udj. Well, the simple answer is; I don't like the name Camryn. So, one day Cat shortened my surname to Udj, and... here we are.

I think that's all there is to this psycho weirdo that is moi. Back to class.

Cat sits beside me, spasming in her seat as she gazes at the tiny square that indicated our next class. She had highlighted it with every colour you could possibly have, spreading sparkles all around the border. She'd even added a 3D element to it, a tiny paper niffler tucked amongst the forest of glitter.

No one was more excited than Cat. It was physically impossible.

Care of Magical Creatures was a class every single one of us absolutely adored. We were devastated when we found out we had to wait until third year to attend the class, and it was a long wait. Once we finally arrived at our very first class, it was better than we'd ever imagined.

And trust me, we had high expectations.

Now, you may be wondering exactly why we were so ecstatic for this class in particular. Yes, learning about magical creatures is everything you could ever dream of, but you may think it's a bit too far to coat the individual grids on your schedule with highlighters to glitter, and everything in between.

Well, it's simple. You're wrong.

For Care of Magical Creatures is taught by the most wonderful, kind, fantastic, legendary professor there ever was.

Rolf Apollo Aecus Scamander.

Grandson of the Holy Newt and Tina Scamander.

He's a freaking Scamander. Glitter and pens are just a small token of Cat's adoration.

And, I have to admit, I have just a little decoration on my parchment as well.

Snapping back to reality at the sound of my name, I realise twenty pairs of eyes are locked on this gorgeous face of mine, the other six either sniggering to each other, or guiltily looking away.

Cat was sniggering.

Ms Cigh's wide figure cast a shadow over my desk, and even without meeting her eyes I knew her deadly glare was fixed right between my eyes.

"Camryn!"

Breaking out of my shocked state, I meekly replied, "...y-yes Miss?"

"You'd better hope you know the answer to this question," she growled, gesturing to the advanced equation on the board.

Now, this would probably be the one situation I would say that studying saved my life. I don't usually revise, especially not on the second day at Hogwarts, but Avo was being her usual paranoid self and freakishly studying, and I eventually gave in to joining her.

And call it a coincidence, but we looked at this exact equation.

I remember Rolf walked past us in the library as we were studying... I bet it was his presence that guided me to the right path...

CAMRYN UDJELAOINTSEIGHU.

Stop.

You're getting lost in your thoughts again.

Blinking once, twice, I suddenly remembered the equation on the board which was the line between me and who knows what punishment. Quickly reciting the answer, I watched with satisfaction as disappointment flared in Ms Cigh's eyes, as she sighed and continued droning her usual speech.

"Now, girls and boys, just because it is your second day back at Hogwarts does not mean you will be treated any differently--"

The chiming of the Hogwarts Bell rang through the halls, cutting the professor off, and we almost cheered as we hurried out of the dusty room.

Me and Cat were practically bouncing off the walls. Nothing complemented a monotonous session better than a class with Rolf Scamander straight afterwards. The Slytherin students who had been walking near us quickened their pace, desperate to get away from us weirdos.

We sprinted up the sun-dappled path leading to the glorious Hagrid's Hut, which was now the home of Rolf. As the small mass of trees parted to reveal the cosy cottage, both Cat and I let out a not-so-quiet screech.

A tall, lean figure stood with his back turned to us, focused intently on waving his hands over the vegetable patch. Head snapping up at the commotion we were making, he glanced over and chuckled once he saw who it was.

We jogged up to Rolf, wide grins spreading across our faces.

We'd only seen him twice since the start of the school year; once seated amongst the other professors at the Sorting Ceremony, and again when he was lecturing the Hufflepuffs on etiquette and such.

Oh, I forgot to mention; he's the Hufflepuff Head.

"Well, if it isn't two of my favourite Hufflepuffs!" he chimed. We were the first ones here by a long run; me and Cat weren't too athletic, but trust me, we sprinted to CoMC.

As the rest of the students arrived, and Avo bounded to our side with the same wide grin, the lesson finally began.

"Good morning class, and welcome back to your fourth year at Hogwarts! I sure hope you're all settling in."

"To ease back into school, I've chosen a smaller-scale creature for us to study today." Rolf stepped aside to reveal the vegetable patch behind him.

Or rather, what was on the vegetable patch.

A dozen tiny, multicoloured snails were crawling across the lettuce. Their slime must have been acidic, as they burned a hole in the leaves wherever they went.

"As you may have noticed already, these little snails called Streelers leave behind a trail of venom so toxic that it can burn all vegetation it touches."

"Mr Scamander, isn't it bad that they're destroying your vegetable patch?" a Ravenclaw boy called.

"Yes, that is unfortunately so, but it shouldn't be too hard to grow it back," Rolf replied.

"Anyways, you may be wondering about their multicoloured shells." The student mob nodded. "Their shells actually change hourly, believe it or not."

Thirty minutes later, we were fully educated on everything about Streelers, and were each holding one (while wearing protective gloves of course). The distant chime of the bell rang out to where we were, and I reluctantly looked down at my little yellow snail and bid it a mournful goodbye. Cat, Avo and I lingered until all the students had left; we were desperate to stay in this creature wonderland forever.

"Well now, off you go. You wouldn't want me deducting points from Hufflepuff, would you?" Rolf chuckled. He often joked like that; we all know he would never take points for such a small reason, let alone from his own house.

We sighed, knowing it was no use trying to convince him to let us stay during our free period. So we trudged away, sighing and groaning; our attempt at making him feel bad. But as we looked back, he was just standing, watching us, laughing at our crazy, psycho selves.

Hey kiddos, it's Udj Udj [Donutmuffin323] aaaand here is the chapter. Sorry for it being so late! I hope you enjoyed the little appearance of our beloved Newt's grandson... oh and enjoy the wonderful image of Cat spasming in her seat.

Well... until next time I guess???

:))