@iinocentiae talked about a thing
Newt remembered meeting her, all those years ago like it was yesterday, a memory so fond it was always kept fresh in his mind. There had been many visits to the Forbidden Forest when he was still at Hogwarts, but when he met her, it would be counted as one of the best. She gave him safety when he was, for one of the first times, afraid of the Forest and its inhabitants, of not leaving its depths in one peace.
And now, here he was, years later, briefcase in hand and the same glint in his eyes. And, as Newt began treading the same path etched into his memory, he began wondering if the wizard would catch the same glimpse of silver the closer he got.
It was easy to believe that the graceful unicorn Scamander had befriended as a boy had simply left, but he knew better. Often Unicorns would not leave their chosen areas that they called home, and so his old friend would not be any different.
But he couldn’t help but thinking. Much had changed. He had left abruptly, unable to say goodbye after his expulsion.
I wonder… are you still here? Will you remember me?
❦ Of course she remembered him. She remembered the moment they met, the days they spent together, the hour they parted. A unicorn’s memory is everlasting; she could recall every detail of the red-headed boy who paid her such frequent visits. From his smattering of freckles across his nose to his well-calloused hands, down to the scent of his robes- all warm wool. She missed him. He had left just like any other day- a sweet kiss on her nose, his fingers trailing her muzzle, then his long legs carried hm bounding up the hill back to the castle.
She had expected to see him the next day, but he never came. So she waited, and he was not there the next. Perhaps he is quite busy...? She did not seem him for a long time, then. The unicorn did not know where the boy had gone, but she knew instinctively that he was okay, and he was happy. That was all she could have hoped for him in this big world. And so, she was content to remember.
It was later in the spring that he returned to her. She had not left the sweet valley and meadow where they spent their days together. It was a wonderful home, where the clover was sweet and the flowers bloomed in multitudes with her magic enriching the soil. Around her bees buzzed and butterflies fluttered about. She had laid herself down among them and had her eyes peacefully closed. A cloud upon the green sea. When she heard unfamiliar footsteps, her ears perked, and she roused from her nap to turn and look.
Instantly she knew who he was. For he was taller, longer, and he had grown into his handsome features and gangly limbs- but his eyes were the same. His very soul, which was so pure and good, had remained that way. And all at once she whinned in delight, hastily standing and all but bounding over to him. It had been so long, so long. But in her joy, she’d forgotten to assure the little white colt laid next to her, who remained in the tall grass fearfully.
