Who Rolf Scamander and Timothy Blenkinsop What Leaving Whizz Hard Books (located at 129B Diagon Alley), and strolling through Diagon Alley, stopping outside Magical Menagerie to look at the pets in the window. When Monday Afternoon Where Diagon Alley
A little known fact was that Rolf's book on lycanthropy was not the Scamander family's first werewolf-dedicated work. In fact, a book called Hairy Snout, Human Heart, which was published anonymously and told a very personal account of one man's life, living with the condition, was actually ghost written by Newt Scamander, and it had been learning about that that had originally piqued Rolf's interest in werewolves at a very young age.
Rolf never thought that it was a disease or a curse, but rather his opinion was that lycanthropy was all that was left of a race of human-wolves and that over years of bad breeding (Lycanthropy is spread through bites, that's how they breed, but unfortunately, werewolves in modern times bite more sickly, drunk old fools than they do strapping specimens of humanity--in a way, it's like the reverse Darwin theory.) they'd turned into sickly, greyhound-like animals that were just a shade of their former glory. Scamander wanted more than anything to find evidence of his theory, which was why he'd traveled to different countries to see what the werewolves were like there--and he was making some ground, but the bones of a transformed werewolf were near impossible to find, and so he had to go more on oral histories and passed on traditions and--interesting as it all was--it was hard to take legends and tales as fact.
Scamander had decided to cut all ties with the original publisher of his book. His barristers were finding a way for him to break his contract and that would be the end of it. He'd have the book retranslated and put out by a different publisher and his choice this time was Whizz Hard books--the same place that published his grandfather's Hairy Snout, Human Heart. Whizz Hard was not exactly known for it's academic material, not like the other publisher he'd used was, but at the moment what mattered more to Rolf was the fact that Whizz Hard had a history of being pro-werewolf, which was--he felt--more important than academic standing.
His meeting with the editors at Whizz Hard had gone well, they'd been following the information about his book and were more than happy to become involved and publish World Wolf when all the contracts were severed. They offered to re-translate from the original which Rolf was more than happy with--though he made it very clear that he wanted to be quite involved in the process, having learned from his previous mistake.
Deciding to walk back to his and John's flat, he started off from the publisher's at a leasurely pace, taking in the curious sights and sounds of Wizarding London. It was all far more chaotic, he felt, than the way they did things back home, but Rolf never made comparisons negatively and he thought Diagon Alley was simply darling.
His pace slowed to a complete stop, though, when he ended up outside Magical Menagerie. He leaned in, pressing closer to the window to take a look at the animals inside, wondering if he dare go in and threaten his relationship with his flatmate by bringing home something very unanounced and very furry.