Chapter 45: Hidden Mail

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Third POV

"Gah! Get back here!"

Yelled out (Y/n) who was in pajamas chasing after a Kneazel named Lucy who was running away from the (H/c) not wanting to be washed due to her muddy feet causing both beings to run around in the Morning

They ran all around the Scamander Residence as Newt and Tina lived in a mostly wooden house that were surrounded by lush forests that reflected nicely to the rising sun

"Okay, enough games!" Said (Y/n) was he dropped on all fours and began to transform into Emerald and speed up to the Kneazel

The Black Feline ran towards Lucy and finally caught up to her at the end of a hall as he used his paws to trap the Kneazel in

Emerald turned back into (Y/n) as he picked up the creature who now began to hiss and began to scratch and try to bite the arms of the boy but failed

(Y/n) rushed to the bathroom as he placed the Kneazel in the Bath as she began to hiss in disgust at the boy

"Lucy? more like Lucifer" (Y/n) grumbled

"Come on, little brother, are you really judging the Kneazel?"

(Y/n) turned his head back at Rolf Scamander, who layed his upper body on the doorframe in his pajamas and wifebeater as his dirty blonde hair was messsily put, signifying he recently woke up

"Bloody thing acts like a Diva, not to mention I'm a bit pissed that I ran in the morning for her," complained (Y/n) as Rolf chuckled and rubbed his brother's head

"Look, when you're taking care of a Kneazel here, they have to trust you," he advised as he sat in front of Lucy, putting a fist in front of her, causing the Kneazel to sniff the fist

"Does chasing sound trustworthy?" Asked Rolf rhetorically

"Shut up" (Y/n) responded

Lucy laid on the bathup peacefully as Rolf sat up and grabbed some towels, and dabbed them in water

"I got this one. Why don't you check the mail?" Rolf suggested

"Sure, sounds fair."

(Y/n) left the bathroom and walked downstairs to the living room, where he saw the small glares of sunlight peeking from the closed curtains. He used his wand to open them up to reveal the grassy range of Forests that shined by the rising sun

Seeing such a sight made (Y/n) sigh in relief. After the disaster of Fourth Year it has taken a toll on (Y/n)s mental state with Voldemort returning and his Adoptive Father being a Death Eater, it truly felt like a Telenovela that her Adoptive mother would put every morning

So far, Atticus hasn't been a problem for a while with the Potion that Snape made working effectively on the Demon. But what mostly confused him was the lack of letters that (Y/n) hadn't received from his friends or boyfriend

He reasoned it could've been wrong addresses or mixed mails with Owls, but having months with no letters at all or any from Draco really made (Y/n) overthink in ideas that he might've angered them or perhaps scared them

No, there's nothing to worry

He reasoned. He opened the door outside and put on his slippers, and walked towards the mailbox that seemed to hold itself on the concrete statue of a Phoenix

(Y/n) stood in front of the tiny door about to retrieve the mail but was startled by the little patters he heard l inside the box

He took out his wand and cautiously opened the little door immediately to be met with the back being pitch black and the mail laying in front neatly stacked

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