“I’m a wizard, [Y/N].” Newt told you and held your hands in his. You both sat on your couch, him trying to convince you that he is from Britain’s wizard world. “I wanted to tell you this some time ago, but I was afraid that you might not believe me.”
“And you think that I’m going to believe you now?” You asked him, confused and partly angry. “That you’re a wizard, Newt? My God, you are delusional. I always knew you were a bit off, but now that?”
“I can prove it.” Newt pulled a wooden stick out of his coat, letting go of your hands, and smiled a big goofy smile. “My wand. It’s made of ash, lime, bone and shell.”
“What next?” Huffing, you stood up and crossed your arms. “Riding brooms? Hocus Pocus?”
“Well…” Flustered, he looked away and took a few calming breaths. “Look.” He pointed his wand at the vase on the table in front of you and you raised your eyebrows. “Wingardium Leviosa.”
And to your surprise the vase moved and slowly flew over to you, levitating in front of your eyes.
“How… how are you doing this?” Cautiously you tried to find invicible cords, but there was nothing but air. “It’s impossible! There are no witches and wizards!” You sat down beside Newt and burried your face in your hands, not believing what just happened.
“They do exist, we do. We hide from muggles because there would be chaos if you knew.” He caressed your back tenderly and hugged you sideways, chuckling. “You’re taking it quite well, [Y/N].”
“I think I’m having a panic attack, Newt.”
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