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Inside his magical suitcase, Luna's husband Rolf Scamander had tucked a very tired Scorpius in his bed and in no time, his stomach now fully satisfied by a long awaited meal, the young Slytherin had fallen asleep.
Outside the suitcase in the dark cave, the silver sand began to swirl in twirling motions until a humanoid form completed its shape. In his right hand a crystalline wand emited a light and the suitcase opened to welcome its Master.

Molly Weasley sat down in her comfy chair by the fire with a sigh of satisfaction. Arthur, with the help of their sons had managed to transfer all their furnitures and belongings from the Burrows to... the perfect copy of the newly built Burrows in the new found Realm. Fred had already been exploring his ancient room but went back to helping George do the same with their shop now that the Ministry of Magic had chosen a site to rebuild some of the Diagon Alley venue. Many sorcerers had opted to settle in the deserted houses they had found, after a good cleaning and decorating but Mooly wanted Fred to feel at home, as if Death never touched him.

"I... My name is Malfoy. Scorpius Malfoy" stuttered the young Slytherin. "Sorry to bother you Sir, but I got lost and I haven't had any food or drink in ages, can you spare a little for me?"
"Oh my, you poor boy! Sit down, sit down, tea is almost ready and this chicken should be too, ten minutes max. You're welcome of course, very welcome indeed."
Soon enough, Scorpius was gulping his food, his mouth too full of chicken and roasted potatoes to ask questions. Rolf Scamander (Luna Lovegood's husband was eating too, telling tales of escaping nifflers and wandering hens.) "You don't mind if I put another chicken in the oven? When he'll come here, he'll be probably as famished as you were"