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"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"

With caution, Scorpius used the ladder inside the suitcase and managed to close it before releasing the naughty niffler. He could feel the wind and fresh air coming from further inside but his sense of smell indicated that an oven had a chicken roasting with potatoes and tomatoes and some cake had been baked too.
"Snif, snif... Merlin be praised, it smells like vanilla and... snif snif apples too". A small kitchen soon appeared in a round room, and there, sitting next to the oven, a man in his early thirties, with curly blonh hair and a fiery incurved moustache and a well trimmed beard. He looked rather surprised to see the young wizard but extended an arm to shake his hand.
"Oh hello! My name is Rolf Scamander and you are?"