The Dawning of a New Era; A Newtina Child Fanfic

An Average Day

Sunlight streamed onto my face as I opened my eyes. I pushed my hair out of my eyes, pulling it back into a temporary messy bun before gazing out the window. A new dawn, just like my name. Dawn Sinnie Scamander. A fifteen-year old girl with parents who both served in the war against Grindewald. Newton and Porpentina Scamander. Mom and Dad. You get the idea.

I rolled out of my bright crimson bed, my bare feet meeting the warm wood of my bedroom floor. My room was simple. Pictures hung all over the walls. My favorite color was red, so the walls were crimson, and nearby was a large mirror with a desk perching not to far away, covered in sketches of Dad's creatures. I headed over to the mirror to see what I would be working with for the day. I yanked my hair out of it's bun, allowing it to fall down to the small of my back.

Mom and Dad always said I was beautiful. I had long, black curls with red highlights that only showed if the sun shone on it. My face was pale, a light dusting of freckles on my nose and cheeks. My eyes, as Mom had said, were an exact replica of Dad's. They were... blue? Green? My eyes could never seem to make up their mind of which color they wanted to be.

I got out my record player, pulling out a record to play while I got ready. Mom and Dad told me about the song that was playing when they went on a mission once, and ever since then, I've been obsessed with the song. I love jazz. I turned on the music and hummed along as the song began.

The phoenix cried fat tears of pearl                                                                                                                                   

When the dragon snatched up his best girl

And the billywig forgot to twirl

When his sweetheart left him cold

The unicorn done lost it's horn,

And the hippogriff feels all forlorn,

'Cause their lady loves have upped and gawn,

Or that's what I've been told-

I brushed my hair until the frizzy curls turned into soft, black ripples as soft as silk. I chose to wear a red dress with black flats. I took one look at the makeup Aunt Alice had given me for Christmas, and shook my head. I hated makeup. Like Mom, I didn't think that dressing up was necessary. Stylish clothes looked better on other people. They always seemed to be a bother to me.

Yes, love has set the beasts astir,

The dang'rous and the meek concur

It's ruffled feathers, fleece, and fur,

'Cause love drives all of us wild.

I thumped down the steps. Mom was in the kitchen making breakfast. Dad used to joke that he could never decide who was prettier; Mom or me. But I felt like the clear decision was Mom. Her beauty wasn't like Aunt Alice's; it was a subtler one, but I liked it that way. You had to look closely to see it, which meant you had to be an observer, and a good one too. Dad had always fit the bill there.

"Morning Mom!" I said, grabbing a slice of buttered toast to nibble on. I was about six inches shorter than Mom, and a full head shorter than Dad. "Where's Dad?" I asked. Dad never missed out on breakfast. "He's in the case, sweetheart," Mom replied, kissing my cheek. Of course he is, I thought. Our family was struggling to pull together enough money for anything. Dad hardly slept. He spent most of his time trying to figure out how to balance our money to provide for me and my little brother, Phoenix. "Is he okay?" I asked. I love Dad. I hated seeing or hearing him like this. "He'd probably love to see your face, sweetheart. He had a rough night." I nodded, stuffing the last of the toast into my mouth before heading to the case lying in the middle of the kitchen, opening it, and climbing down.

Dad sat at his desk in his shed, his brows scrunched in concentration. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his cheek. "Good morning, Dad," I said softly. He grinned at me. It looked as though a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "Hi there, my little niffler," he said, ruffling my hair. I grinned, smoothing out the stray ends before asking, "Do you want to play some wizard's chess?" I had been the only one known to ever beat Dad in a match of wizard's chess, which used to kill Mom. I love the complexity of chess, probably because I'm a Ravenclaw. (Yes. I'm a Ravenclaw. Mom and Dad didn't mind though.) I love strategizing and coming up with solutions for problems. Dad's face twisted with thought, running his fingers through his already-wild hair. I cocked my head to the side, sticking my lower lip out just a tad, forcing my eyes to mist over.

Dad finally gave in. "One game," he said. I whooped with joy, hugging him before scrambling up the ladder to retrieve the board.

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