Newt Scamander

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[intoasylum]

“An Obscurus is the repressed energy of a magical child. It is a dark, destructive force inadvertently manifested by a child who was forced to conceal their powers through physical or psychological abuse.”

[lightsabernoise]

[casefullofcreatures-blog1]

repressedtalent:

Credence wondered what sort of person appreciated something like the thing in that box, but he figured Newt was the kind of person who would. After all, Newt appreciated having him around, and he couldn’t figure out why that was either.

“It felt like I was being used… for something,” he said, trying to remember the feeling, while simultaneously wanting nothing less. “Like something was trying to feed… of me–it.”

Newt paid close attention to how Credence spoke and the expressions he pulled. He had to understand how it had felt. He then breathed in, as if coming to the realisation of something, and nodded. “I see.”

He eyed the box, still sensing its presence, which was luckily a little weaker with the roots wrapped around it. “What I thought to be a remnant, a corpse, must have merely been something in hibernation,” Newt spoke. “A very long one, however. I believe that the content of that box has been just a relic, a fossil, for centuries.”

He turned towards the counter to make another cup of tea and he made the bread float towards the toaster too. “It would be peculiar if it sought an Obscurial particularly,” Newt commented, thinking out loud. “Perhaps it seeks dark magic. Strong dark magic.”

[casefullofcreatures-blog1]

repressedtalent:

It took a moment before Credence could get back onto his feet. He was glad Newt didn’t try to help him up, like he would always do when they’d first met. Newt had learned–the hard way–that Credence didn’t want his help. Not like that. Not close.

He felt shaky as he followed Newt back downstairs. The attic was left behind in a mess and a draft came in through the broken windows, but Credence knew it wouldn’t be hard to fix. Newt probably felt too preoccupied to do it right away, as he was clutching the box Credence couldn’t take his eyes off. He wanted it back.

“Why do you have something like that?” he asked instead, when his first question was ignored.

Newt felt shaken. His attic was a mess and he was slightly afraid what might have broken, but he couldn’t pay that any mind now, when he had much more important things to do. He put the box on the table and pointed his wand at it. He muttered a spell under his breath and soon what looked like the roots of a tree began to wrap around it, closing off the box and making whatever was in it impossible to escape.

He only now turned towards Credence. “It was a gift. Someone I once worked with gave it to me, said I’d appreciate it.” His eyebrows raised and he let out a soft chuckle, but then pain shot through his head again. He shook his head, as if to shake the feeling away, and looked at the box. “What did it feel like, when you opened it? What happened?”

[kneinke]

Newt Scamander, his Niffler and Pickett in the rain

[casefullofcreatures-blog1]

repressedtalent:

The room felt strangely quiet after what’d just happened, but Credence couldn’t say that was a bad thing. It was just disturbing to see the lockbox look so innocent now that the danger had passed.

He slowly pushed himself up and held the box out, but he didn’t let go of it for a while. He couldn’t say he understood why letting go was so hard, but he had the feeling the box didn’t want to be let go by him.

“What… is that?” He was out of breathe and in shock. He felt drained and on edge, all at once.

Newt shook his head, as he still couldn’t figure out what it was. He’d have to have Credence explain what had happened exactly before he could even begin figuring out what it was. Although, surely he should know what he thought to be in that box?

He took the box and put it in his dressing gown’s pocket when Credence finally let go. “Come downstairs with me. You should finish your tea and I’ll make you some toast. You look pale.” He started towards the door, wondering what could have been in the box. If his memory was right, he believed the remnants of an ancient scarab to be in the box. In fact, he was quite sure that indeed was what he believed this box contained, although he might not have been quite right about what the contents were...

[casefullofcreatures-blog1]

repressedtalent:

The box had compelled him to open it. Whatever had been inside of it had wanted to come out and Credence had let it control him. Even now he knew he had to fight it, he couldn’t. It felt like he was captivated by it; stuck in place, unable to move.

He couldn’t describe the feeling, but it was painful. He wanted it to stop… because he knew what was happening. Somehow, something was feeding. A sudden hot anger flooded through him at that realisation. The Obscurus was his and it couldn’t be taken from him. It was all he had left of the person he was supposed to be.

Suddenly the Obscurus broke free–filled the space, shattered the windows and toppled the stacks of boxes–but he found the power he needed to shut the box. It instantly felt like he could breathe again and he fell forward, feeling suddenly cold as the Obscurus had vanished from the room.

Newt was blown backwards the moment the Obscurus filled the room and he protected his head from the bits that flew through the room in the Obscurus’ wake. “Credence!” he shouted, but without need. The room was suddenly calm and the Obscurus had disappeared.

He pushed himself up from the ground and stepped towards Credence immediately, feeling out of breath. “Are you alright? Give me the box.”

[angstmemes]

My muse tries to kiss yours under the mistletoe. How does your muse respond?

[ikkihuikki]

Коти

[a-kyo-kyo-deactivated20180131]

Doodle

[brilcrist]

Consider unfinished, coz i’m too lazy drawing background right now. Will revisit again later, after i’m done with Percival. Now… I let me see my Child Credence… save and sound and have all loves he deserved from his “New Mom”  ｡･ﾟﾟ･o（ｉДｉ）o･ﾟﾟ･｡

[crewwt]

What if you were off by a second?

[casefullofcreatures-blog1]

repressedtalent:

It was a good thing he’d still had a mind to call for help, as a moment later he didn’t think he still would have been able to. The box felt heavy in his hands, but it wouldn’t drop to the ground. In fact, he couldn’t move it at all. It was almost like the box was holding him, rather than the other way round.

What scared him the most was the realisation that this didn’t feel like it usually did. It wasn’t exploding out of him because he felt extremely sad or angry. He wasn’t ‘letting’ it out, it was being drawn out.

He heard Newt, although his voice sounded morphed once it reached him. He could fight the Obscurus, at least to some degree, but he wasn’t sure what he was fighting this time round and that made it hard. It definitely wasn’t something within himself…

Newt tried to creep closer, as he saw that the Obscurus wasn’t growing as quickly as it usually did. “Credence?” He squinted his eyes to try to make out what was happening within the darkness. When transforming to his Obscurial form, Credence’s physical form morphed and that was making it hard to see quite what was happening. He’d seen that Credence was holding the box, but what was happening with it, he couldn’t quite make out.

“Credence, try to close the box!” he exclaimed, while trying to come closer still. The Obscurial was growing larger and he had to dodge strands of it that aggressively protruded. It behaved like a lighting cloud, a raging storm. He couldn’t let this get out of control. It could ruin too many valuables.

His head continued to pound, but he couldn’t allow that to stop him. Suddenly, he reached his hand into the cloud in an attempt to pull the box away from Credence. This had to stop.

[casefullofcreatures-blog1]

repressedtalent:

As he looked through Newt’s attic, he wondered how he was supposed to tell apart what was ‘suspicious’ and what was simply strange. He felt that strange dread again, which he always felt when he walked into a room like this; full of magical items and things he’d never seen before. It made him hate Newt, because that’s what he’d been taught to do all his life, but it also made him admire Newt… and envy him.

As Newt began to search through one of the crates, Credence’s eyes fell on a strange case. It was smaller than most and it stood so far to the back that it was a struggle to get to. He suspected Newt could take it out with a simple spell, but he didn’t give him the chance. It was heavy and he nearly couldn’t lift it over the other boxes, but then he put it down where he could reach it and opened it up. He pushed some of the things aside and took out a lockbox, small and dark brown.

He looked at it for a moment, but he knew this is what Newt had wanted them to find. Newt had told him not to open it, but he couldn’t help himself. Something wanted him to open it… so he didn’t hesitate another second. He had been meant to find it, not Newt.

Suddenly the strange presence Newt had described filled the space around him. He definitely felt it now, and whatever had urged him to open the lockbox had certainly been bad, as his head hurt and it felt like his body was about to explode. He knew that feeling all too well…

“Newt!”

He’d found all kinds of things he’d forgotten he owned. Some things were magical artifacts, while others were muggle things he’d found and appreciated, or simply found curious.

It was becoming harder to focus, however, as the thumping in his head was only becoming stronger and stronger. He needed to find it and figure out what had awoken and whether it was part of anything.

He was about to take hold of a small box that had looked similar to the one in his mind when the feeling became so overpowering his vision almost went dark. Before it could, Credence’s shout snapped him out of it and he turned around instantly. His eyes fell on the box, identical to the one in his mind, and saw that it had been opened.

More worrying was the effect it was having on Credence, who was going to burst if he didn’t do something very soon. He lunged forwards, but the box disappeared within the smoky, grainy cloud of the Obscurial.

“Credence!” he spoke sternly. “Whatever this thing is is trying to make you lose control... You can’t let it. You have to fight it.”

[cherylblossom]

“[Newt’s] an oddball. He has this sort of slightly eccentric, nerdy quality to him. He’s a character who is more comfortable with creatures than he is with humans.” — Eddie Redmayne

[casefullofcreatures-blog1]

repressedtalent:

Credence was surprised when Newt made an attempt to answer his question, as he hadn’t still expected an answer at all. He looked up at Newt, feeling strangely grateful, although Newt’s response didn’t relieve him any. To Credence it was odd that anyone would go through the trouble of answering him at all, let alone when they didn’t have an answer.

He didn’t say anything and followed Newt upstairs. He couldn’t feel what Newt was feeling, which made this more unnerving. But he also felt undeniably curious.

Newt guided Credence to the attic. His attic was cluttered, but organised. The room was full of boxes, crates, chests and cases, in all different shapes and sizes. “Don’t bother looking through any of that. It’s mostly seeds and plant bulbs,” Newt spoke while motioning towards a stack of crates that stood beside the door. The wooden floorboards around it were worn, indicating he’d dragged the crates around quite a lot.

“Try looking in there first.” Newt pointed at a large, brown chest, which was filled with clutter he’d gathered and been gifted over the years. Of half of the things in there he didn’t know their use and he’d frankly never found the time to figure it out, either. He could have something spectacular in there and not know it.

He turned towards one of the crates in the opposite side of the room and took the lid off it. It was full of letters. He put the lid back on and looked at the next crate, which was another one of his clutter boxes, although this one was a little more organised. Inside the crate was an old wand without an owner; a vial on a necklace he’d inherited from his great grandfather, which contained a few grams of ground dragon scales. “See anything suspicious and you let me know,” Newt spoke, trying to ignore the throbbing feeling within his mind. He was close to the object now, but that still meant it could be anywhere.

[casefullofcreatures-blog1]

repressedtalent:

Credence listened–because he always listened–and he forced his mouth shut while his mind was exploding with questions. Newt wasn’t answering them, so he probably didn’t want to be asked them either. Credence didn’t want to get in trouble, so he stayed silent, no matter how hard that was.

He nodded, indicating he’d understood. He tried to imagine what it would look like, so he might recognise it when he found it. Newt had a lot of stuff, so this might take them all night…

The most dangerous part of all of this was also the thing that would make it easier: the object wanted to be found. Frankly, he wasn’t too sure whether he should be going looking for it at all, for he had no idea what had triggered this to happen. It was as if something had awoken, suddenly.

“To answer your questions, Credence, I’m sorry--” he grabbed his cup of tea and started towards the stairs so he could go to the attic. “I’m not all too certain about what’s happening.”