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my name is nov and i like to write idk i'm really into fantastic beasts right now so that's probably what a majority of this will be i've never had a writing blog before or the urge to really write fic kind of stuff until now feel free to request stuff!! but pls look at my about first! it'll have what i will and won't do on it this is a sideblog

[bennyvolio]

Anyone: What is that—

Newt: That is a something or a nothing and it's nothing to concern yourself with, if it even is a thing at all which may or may not be indigenous to Burkina Faso in Africa—

[bennyvolio]

Percival: Why don’t you have a boyfriend?

Newt: I have a strict brother. Why don’t you?

Percival: You have a strict brother.

[bennyvolio]

preview of the queenie goldstein/seraphina picquery thing I’m writing !!

Her boss, Abernathy, passes her in the hall and gives her a funny look but Queenie only flashes one of her brightest, most charming smiles and he lets her go by with only a nervous smile and an equally flustered, “Miss Goldstein.”

“Heya, Mr. Abernathy,” she can’t help but giggle as she passes him. Sometimes it’s just a little fun to mess with ‘em. Her womanly wiles seem to have the similar effects of a Confundus charm and Queenie knows full well how to use it to her advantage. Especially in dire situations. Like this.

The President’s office is empty save for the woman herself. Queenie knocks lightly on the door and waits patiently for the magically enhanced voice of Seraphina Picquery to interrogate whomever is on the other side. She already knows it’s Queenie, there’s a charm on the door that alerts the Madame President of whoever is standing outside of it, but there’s only three people that know that.

“Who is it?”

“Queenie Goldstein, ma’am.”

A second later the heavy door clicks and opens a few inches, allowing her inside the sweeping office. Queenie toes it open a little wider to slip through. The office is large, one of the largest in MACUSA, and specifically tailored to President Picquery’s liking, though it retains various elements of tradition. The portraits of the past presidents line hallway to her office but inside are those of the three most recent, as it always contains no matter the switch in office. The rest of the room, however, is very obviously Picquery. The furniture is lavish, but classy, and matches the collected image of their president. It’s not all dark colors like the rest of MACUSA, either. True, there’s quite a bit of it, but there’s several things in the room that display the humanness of the often thought harsh President. Queenie’s only seen it in glimpses as it tends to move around the room—the portrait of the President and her mother. It’s obviously from a while ago, but later than her Ilvermorny years. Queenie suspects it’s around when Picquery got her first promotion. Her mother beams with pride, arm wrapped tightly and lovingly around her daughter and the smile on Picquery’s face is warm as she laughs alongside the older woman. They share the same nose, same cheekbones, though the older is softer around the eyes and the shape of her face. Picquery is donned in elegant dress robes and her mother wears an older, flowing dress that enunciates her softness and kind features. Sometimes it makes Queenie miss her own mom a little.

“Is there something I can do for you, Miss Goldstein?”

[undomielle]

“I have visited lairs, burrows and nests across five continents, observed the curious habits of magical beasts in a hundred countries, witnessed their powers, gained their trust and, on occasion, beaten them off with my travelling kettle.” — Newton Scamander

[slytherinnpride]

fbawtft aesthetic → queenie goldstein

[lexigreys]

harry potter moodboards — queenie goldstein 

“Blonde Queenie, the most beautiful girl ever to don witches’ robes, is standing in a silk slip, supervising the mending of a dress on a dressmaker’s dummy.”

[momosansovino]

└(゜∀゜└)(┘゜∀゜)┘

[bennyvolio]

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