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You just moved to the UK. Left all your friends and your school behind to move to a completely new country. Your father got a new job opportunity and didnβt hold back.
Quite luckily, you got into a new school. You knew it; well, at least you heard of it. Hogwarts.
While the other students were right in the middle of their fifth year, you just happen to have your sorting ceremony. You were told that itβs actually quite a massive event right at the beginning of the first year Hogwarts students attend. But as you just bumped into the school just yet, your ceremony takes itβs place now. There were only the teachers as well as the prefects of every house.
You heard the names before.
Gryffindor, which gets called as brave, daring, chivalrous and courageous.
Slytherin, which has traits like being cunning, ambitious, determined and has the quality of leadership.
Hufflepuff, which students carry loyalty, kindness, honesty and friendship.
And Ravenclaw, which are praised for their intelligence, wisdom, creativity and originality.
If you were really honest, you couldnβt think of a house in which you would fit in.
βY/N. Would you mind coming up here and sitting on that chair?β says McGonagall.
Before you stood up in your black robe, you gazed at the ceiling and were fascinated by all the candles. Finally you made your way up to the chair. McGonagall lifted up a hat βThis is the sorting hat. Itβll decide in which house you will be going.β
You just nodded and sat down on the chair as the hat was placed on your head carefully. Your eyes wandered from one prefect to the other. Neither of them was smiling. Just the girl from Hufflepuff had a small smile on her face which calmed you down a bit.
βOoooohβ¦ quite a tricky one!β Newt was just passing the great hall when he heard the voice of the sorting hat. He walked by the massive doors but had to stop his way.
βNo chance you could be a Hufflepuff! Thatβs for sureβ¦β the hat says and Newt got curious. He made his way back to the doors and peeked inside the great hall.
When he saw you, he was stunned. Your y/h/c hair was glistening in the light. Your y/s/c was beautiful and he couldnβt stop admiring you. He wished he could see your eyes, your face in generalβ¦ he wished. He wanted to hear your voice and if it fits your appearance.
βPlain as day!β the sorting hat said very loudly βyou belong in Slytherin!β
Newt quickly closed the door as McGonagall was looking in his direction. He made his way to the Hufflepuff common room while his mind was running with questions. Why did you get your sorting just now? Did you just start here? And if so, where did you come from? And why were you here? Did you got expelled from another school and Hogwarts was kind enough to give you another chance? Also, what qualities do you have to be sorted into Slytherin?
Newt finally got into the common room and took a seat in front of the fireplace.
You followed McGonagall's eyes as she looked at the boy in the green/black robe. He wasnβt happy, you could tell. His hair was nearly white and you asked yourself if he ever allowed himself to smile just a bit.
You got your robe and were asked to change into this instead of the plain black one.
βThe prefect of your house will introduce you to the other students of your house. Just follow him to the common room and everything else will take place tomorrow. You may leave now.β McGonagall said, and the boy with the white blond hair touched you harshly on your back and pushed you towards the huge doors.
When you got into the common room and met your fellow students, you werenβt embraced by joy. Everyone just literally scanned your body, maybe nodded their head into your direction but continued with what they were doing before. Nobody cared for anything about you. You hoped that at least you would connect with the other students in your bedroom. But this wasnβt the case.
A month passed by and you werenβt able to make friends with anyone. You got some people to which you talk to on occasion but thatβs really it.
You shared three classes with a boy which got auburn locks and green eyes. His freckles were splattered all over his face and his hair would always hide his forehead. Heβs wearing a black/ yellow robe which means that he has to be in Hufflepuff. From time to time, you noticed his eyes laying on your frame. But whenever you catched him doing that, he turns his head away from you and always tries to hide his face desperately.
Once you got paired up in Potions to work together with him. He wasnβt talking much. Whenever you said something, he either looked somewhere else or looked you in the eyes for a short amount of time, quickly blinking away again but smiling shyly.
Somehow, you grew fond of him and wanted to know more about him. And as it seems, he had the same interest.
Once you were paired up again in Potions, he took a deep breath and said βPlease tell me to mind my own business when Iβm crossing a- a line hereβ¦ but ho- how does it come that none of your fellow Slytherin students are talking tβ¦ with you?β The boy was still doing the project while speaking.
Somehow, your eyebrows raised slightly. You never heard so many words from him at once.
You looked at his side profile, his hands, and back to his face again βI donβt know. I guess Iβm not really able to connect with them. Maybe itβs because I wasnβt here right from the beginning.β
βW- Would be sad. The houses actually always stick to- togetherβ he said while cutting something.
βYouβre a Hufflepuff, right?β you ask him.
βNot to be rude or anything, but it always comes to me that your house gets stated as weak and anxious. Is that true?β
The boy furrowed his eyebrows quickly. His freckled hands wander to the kettle βErmβ¦ I donβt see my house as weak or anxious. We often get called out as soft bu- but I canβt explain why that would be a bad thingβ¦ do youβ¦ nevermi-β
βI get itβ, you interrupt him while smiling softly. He looks into your eyes, just for a second, before turning to the kettle again.
βIβm Newt by the way. Actually Newton Scamander, but Newt is doing ju- just fine.β
βAlright Newtβ, you chuckle, βIβm Y/N. Nice to meet you.β
After that, you and Newt hung out with each other whenever you got some spare time. He talked a lot about the creatures he already tried to study, and showed you a tree where Bowtruckles would have their habitat. You were amazed how the small green creature would climb onto Newts hand as if itβs something that would happen everyday.
βWhy does he trust you so much? If I look at the figure, it appears extremely reservedβ¦β you say.
Newtβs eyes glisten as he observes the small green guy which dances around on the back of his hand βThey know me. Otherwise they would hide or would try to protect the tree. They live in trees which have wand quality wood. But as they know Iβm not here to hurt them or the tree, I- Iβm something like a friend to themβ¦ doesβ¦ does that make sense to you?β His eyes shoot up for a short amount of time before looking at the small guy again.
You nodded and just admired him. You knew that your look was soft but you really couldnβt care less about it. Love isnβt something you give away easily, but when it comes to Newt, you just couldnβt help yourself.
βDo you want toβ¦ I donβt know, erm, hold it?β Newt asks as he comes closer to you and takes your right hand into his as the small guy is sitting on Newtβs left one.
You donβt know what came over you, but you grabbed Newt by his robe, and pressed your lips against his.
