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I...don’t even remember what this fic was intended to be, but I know that the tentative title was “Forgetting in Reverse” so I think I meant for it to be a “forced Obliviation in the wake of FBAWTFT/CoG” AU, but don’t quote me on that.
Also, Leta lives because #LetaLestrangeDeservedBetter!
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“Oy! Little brother!”
Tina makes to let go of him but Newt squeezes harder, shaking his head minutely at her questioning glance. “What do you want, Thes?” he asks, never looking away from her.
Theseus enters the room despite Newt’s theatrical eye-roll before sprawling into the chair opposite Tina, cuffing the back of his neck with a painful groan. “I’ve come to see that you are in one piece with my own eyes,” he huffs before leaning forward to gently punch Newt in the arm. “So how are you feeling?”
“Like I’ve just been attacked by the most dangerous wizard of our time and his pet Obscurus and barely lived to tell the tale,” Newt grumbles, looking away from Tina’s amused smirk to glare at the coverlet.
Beside him, Theseus chortles before resting his elbows on his knees, mustering Newt intently. “So, not much different from normal, then?” he asks, sending Tina a polite nod before regarding his brother seriously. “You had us worried, you know. Bunty and Granny especially.”
Newt winces when a familiar pang of guilt goes through him before meeting his brothers' eyes.
“I’ve been better,” he admits, “but honestly, I’m fine. The healers say I can go home after one, maybe two more days here, just to make sure I’ve rested properly. There aren’t anticipating any long-term effects from all...this.”
Theseus ruffles his hair affectionately, and Newt endures it with long-suffering patience, sharing a look with Tina when she muffles her giggles in her sleeve. “Right,” his brother intones jovially while standing. “I’m glad you’re on the mend, ol’ boy, and even happier to see that your woman has decided to pay you a visit.” He looks pointedly at their joined hands when they both make to protest before smirking. “I’ll just see myself out, then.”
“See that you do,” Newt says waspishly, and watches his brother stride toward the door, only to turn abruptly.
“Be good to each other,” Theseus says softly, looking Tina in the eye before settling on Newt. “War is coming and if we can’t find it in our hearts to love each other, how does that make us any better than him?”
Newt opens his mouth to respond when Tina lifts her head, jaw set determinedly. “We know and we will,” she says quietly, and warmth washes over him at the simple determination in her eyes. “We wish you and Leta the same. Be careful out there, Mr. Scamander.”
Theseus nods thoughtfully before allowing a typically rakish, devil-may-care grin to drift across his face. “That’s good to know, Miss Goldstein,” he says, and begins to walk away, only to throw carelessly over his shoulder, “Or should I call you ‘sister’?”
“You think you’re funny!” Newt raises his voice to call out and is greeted only with Theseus’ ringing laughter.
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