Invisible String [t. s]

New Problems Begin

"Oh." Rosier said and Scamander nodded, opened his eyes and looked at Leta.

"I assume Travers is going mental?" He asked.

"That would be correct. He said he's on his way to Hogwarts." Lestrange answered.

"Why Hogwarts?" Asked Rosier once again.

"He's there to see Dumbledore." Leta answered, making Amélie frown even more as she opened her mouth to speak.

"He thinks Dumbledore was the one to send Newt to New York months ago, then, the city was destroyed. Therefore, he blames them both for that." Theseus added before Élie could ask 'why' again. "Wanna join on a little trip before heading back to Paris?"

"I mean, why not? I'm already here." He nodded and grabbed his coat from the rack while she took her hat. Everyone stepped out, Amélie was already standing on the street as Theseus locked his door. He sighed and moved his head in circles trying to ease the ache on his neck.

"What is it?" Asked Leta. Her hand funding his arm.

"Nothing to worry about. I slept on the couch and I seriously do not recommend it. Might even buy a new one I can actually sleep on." Leta let out a small and dry chuckle, Theseus didn't notice its dryness though. He walked down the small staircase and met with Rosier on the street. Lestrange stood there watching them, not understanding what had happened last night or why would Amélie lie about who slept on the couch. "C'mon, darling." Theseus added and extended his hand towards Leta. She approached him and took it, intertwining their fingers while Amélie took the arm Scamander was offering.

  A second later, they deapparated from the street to appear at the Ministry's entrance, then they walked in.

Once inside, they found Travers and five more Aurors, Theseus immediately recognised Arthur Brown, he had been tasked to be his little brother's shadow. Right after Travers asked why was Rosier there only to gain a witty response about it from her, the nine of them walked out to disappear from the London streets just to appear at the bridge, right before Hogwarts' main entrance.

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Scotland. United Kingdom.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The castle stood tall and imposing as it has always have been, the sunlight that hit from the back made the towers look even taller. They all walked down the yard to get inside, and spotted the different students who stood behind the windows looking at them in awe, hitting each other with their elbows to point out Aurors were here to their mates. They all walked down the empty halls, their footsteps echoing everywhere.

"Excuse me." A woman called. "Excuse me! What is your business here? There is no threat for the Aurors to be here." That's when Amélie could have a better look at her. Minerva McGonagall, Transfigurations teacher.

"Minerva, I'm here to see Dumbledore." Travers told her, not really caring about her being there. "Now, where might he be?"

"He's a teacher, where do you think he might be?" Travers scoffed.

"Theseus, you studied here, didn't you?"

"Yes, sir." Scamander answered.

"Is the Dark Arts Teacher's office in the classroom?"

"Uh, yes, sir."

"That's where he might be, perfect." McGonagall sighed annoyed as he made his way towards the stairs with the group following him, not making a noise.

"You can't be here, there is no reason for you to be here." He elected to ignore her for a bit, determined to get to Dumbledore's classroom. And eventually, they all did. The laughter of the kids could be heard from behind the door, that Travers opened in a second. The laughter ceased. "This is a school. You have no right-"