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Trick of the Light

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( sierra )

The moment she was put on the spot like that, she could feel the lump in her throat getting back. It was hard to speak, because she absolutely didn’t want to sound like she was one of them. She was just curious, wary, disturbed. She wasn’t scared or hateful, right? Or was she. She knew these people believed in what she’d seen, too, but they’d seen it as evil. Was it? Did she have to be scared? She didn’t hope so, because… She didn’t want to become like the kid now in front of her, crying about something Sierra ‘wouldn’t understand.’ Bullshit. “Try me.” She said, her expression remaining blank. She so desperately didn’t want the other to be able to read her.

She took a deep breath and thought for a little while, but then she decided to just start. That was the only way she was going to get somewhere. No matter how ridiculous that still sounded to her. “I saw something impossible happening today.” She said, leaving it at that for just a little bit. Perhaps the boy would say something crazy and she could leave, going on as if nothing had happened.

Credence felt more and more annoyed with her, but he’d never tell her that. He’d rather keep all his feelings to himself than risk the consequence of angering her. He had no idea who she was and what she would do, after all. Perhaps that’s why it bothered him so much that she kept prying. How many more times could he deny her an answer?

He decided to give her a partial lie. “This,” he said, as he raised his hands--palms up--and showed her the wounds on them. This time he managed an expression that was almost as blank as hers. He only gave her a short moment, before he turned away and dropped his hands back to his side.

At least her next words gave away what she was doing here, even though she’d barely said anything yet. “What kind of impossible thing?” he asked, feeling his heart starting to race. He wanted to know, but for the wrong reason. He felt curious and excited, not scared and disgusted.

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( newt )

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?”

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.”

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“Look out where you’re going, asshole!”

In fact, Credence had been looking out where he was going and it was this girl’s fault–entirely–that she’d bumped into him with such a force that it nearly knocked the both of them over and her into the street where she’d only just escaped getting scraped by a passing car.

“I’m sorry.”

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( newt )

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…

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.

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( newt )

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.”

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.

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Trick of the Light

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( sierra )

When she had stepped inside, she had felt unsure, but the longer she stood in front of this crying boy, the more confident she was starting to feel. She was obviously the one in control here, and that was a good thing considering she had felt so little of it in the past couple of hours. She’d felt scared, which wasn’t an emotion—if fear was even an emotion and not some kind of petty state of mind—she particularly wanted to feel. It didn’t suit her. She didn’t do anything out of fear, she didn’t avoid anything out of fear. Fear just wasn’t her thing.

She took a deep breath, but she felt more certain now. She was the stronger one and she would show it. “I came to have a look at what it is you do here.” She answered again. She’d answer all his questions, even if only to show the contrast between the two of them. He was avoiding, he was scared, but Sierra wasn’t. She had nothing to fear. “Why were you crying?” She wasn’t about to let this go, so if he didn’t want to tell her the truth, he’d better start making something up she could be satisfied with.

At least he got some kind of answer out of her, although it didn’t say an awful lot. People came here for all kinds of reasons--although visitors weren’t particularly common--and often they wanted to know what they ‘did here’. They were the same kind of people who’d show up to the scene of an accident, because it intrigued them.

He’d stopped crying, but his eyes felt dry and he was afraid he wasn’t fooling anyone. “You wouldn’t understand,” he replied finally. If it wasn’t the truth he wouldn’t have said it, because he was terrified of angering people, but this time he hadn’t been able to restrain himself.

“What do you want to know?”

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First-Time Interaction starter sentences

“I realise you don’t know me, but please help me, I think I’m going to pass out.” “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I saw someone put something in your drink. You didn’t drink from it already, did you?” “I got robbed and have no way of getting home. They got my phone, so I can’t call anyone. Could I please borrow your phone?” “Shit! Sorry, I didn’t see you there… Are you okay?” “Charlie! Imagine seeing you here!– Oh. Wait, you aren’t Charlie…” “Excuse me, I was looking to get my girlfriend a bra, could you help me– You’re not the shop assistant, are you?” “Watch out for that truck!” “Is this your wallet?” “You look very different to your profile picture…” “Look out where you’re going, asshole!” “Did you see that?! He had a gun.” “Are you the girl/guy from So You Think You Can Dance?!” “Err– I’m sorry to interrupt, but I was just walking behind you and I think you must have sat in something…” “I know I don’t know you and this might sound really strange, but do you have a room or a spare settee or something I could crash on? I could pay you… I just… I really need someone to help me out right now.” “HELP ME!” “Oh my god, are you okay? I’m calling the police. I think I saw who did this to you.” “Are you alright? You look really pale.” “The whole street is blocked off. The police won’t tell us anything, but I think there’s been some kind of attack… Maybe a bomb?” ”Have you lost something? Can I help?” “Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?”.

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( newt )

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 lightning 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.

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.

[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･｡

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Newt Scamander has saved 2016

breathe if u agree

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What if you were off by a second?

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Fantastic Beasts | Harry Potter → Credence Barebone, Harry Potter, Tom Riddle

Three orphans who had emotionally abusive and neglectful childhoods,

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casefullofcreatures:

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, it’s trying to make you lose control… You can’t let it. You have to fight it.”

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...

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( newt )

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.

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!”

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RP starters: Concern.

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”

“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”

“Blood? Are you bleeding?”

“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”

“I thought I would never see you again…”

“We should get you to hospital.”

“Where did all those bruises came from?”

“I have the right to be worried!”

“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”

“Sleep at my place tonight.”

“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”

“Please talk to me about it.”

“Let me take care of you.”

“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”

“How many times have I told you to not go there?”

“You could’ve died, you know…”

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”

“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”

“I’m your friend, of course I care!”

“You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“You’re not okay.”

“I’m just trying to help you.”

“Let me clean your wounds…”

“Why did you do it? Tell me.”

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( newt )

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.”

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.