Coming to this place was a bad idea. He would rather face an Erumpet on heat rather than stay her for another second. But, he has no choice. He needed to be here–for research. ‘For research, you’re only here for research nothing more, nothing less. ‘ he tried telling that to himself.
The traveling circus was an elaborate one, and magical circus are as rare as it could get. He looked around, not really paying attention to the show in front of him. He couldn’t bring himself to watch, not when he could see just how reluctant all those magical creatures in obeying those harsh orders. He knew right then that they were abused. He could feel his magic coiling on the tip of his fingertips, his blood boiling in restrained anger at the sight of it all.
Then came the finale, Ringo’s fists had became white from clenching in horror. How could they–? This is horrible.
An obscurus, they had a bloody obscurus! Merlin’s beard. The ringmaster must be out of his mind!
He knew that this was an act of impulsiveness on his part which normally he wasn’t, but he couldn’t just leave this place like this. Not when he knew what was happening behind those curtains. The rational part of hi mind had screaed at him to just leave and report it to the Ministry or MACUSA and expect that they do something about this. But he just can’t– he can’t understand why but he just need to stay. He cast a disillusion charm over himself as he slowly crept inside the cages where the creatures were being kept in. his cypress wand at ready should he get caught.
What he saw might have just killed him on the spot. The situation was dire, all the creatures are in need of help. The hippogriffs, those gyphons. Melin this is insane. He slowly walked around the cages, casting healing spells to those who needed it. He was unconsciously pulling on his life force to do heal then but he couldn’t care the less.
And finally the last cage. Ringo had to swallow a lump that had formed in his throat at the sight of the boy–this young man huddle on the corner of the small cell.
‘ Shss. ‘ he shusshed, it woudln’t do him any good if any of the caretakers saw him. ‘ I’m Ringo. And I’m here to help. ‘
There’s a large part of him that wants to scream out when he sees this man so close to his cell. He wants to scream for help, he’s not sure what scares him more, the abuse or the unknown man that stands just past the bars. Was he truly here to help or was this just a cruel trick?
Credence’s lips part, until his eyes catch one of the creatures he's grown up with moving. He remembers it’s hurt leg from the other day, and now it moved with ease. Had this stranger healed the animals?
Ringo.
He mimics the way the other’s lips move when he says his name. Finally moving from his huddled spot, like a wounded animal. Credence moves to the bars, on his way taking the plate of food. The wounds on his back burn but he tries to not let that phase him. Tries to not let it show.
The young boy places his hand on his chest, words coming out softly so only the pair of them can hear. He wants to introduce himself to the other behind the bars.
“Credence.”
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