Scamander Next Gen Headcanons | Wren x Jack (with bonus Newt/Tina + Auntie Queenie)
Wren was visiting older cousin Elijah Kowalski in New York just after she graduated from Hogwarts; during this trip she stopped into what had been her Uncle Jacob’s first bakery – there she met a young No-Maj called Jack Miller, a shop boy. He was rather lovely and polite, and he gave her the most wonderful tasting cookies. Wren knew, being a Legilimens, that he had a crush on her as time went on but didn’t think much of it – they were just talking, and it was nothing more.
Until she started to like him in that way too.
She had trouble admitting this even to herself and then trouble moving forward with it because she was scared that he’d end up hurting her in some way; other boys had, and she couldn’t allow herself to be hurt again.
One day she had a talk with her Auntie Queenie – and Queenie knew immediately, of course, and she told Wren to just go for it because life is too short. “If you keep trying to guard yourself,” Queenie had said gently, “You’ll miss out on so much – you won’t ever be truly happy.” Wren decided after that talk that, yes, she wanted to be with him, and screw all the prejudice towards non-magical people.
So she made her move, she told him, and they started a relationship despite it being illegal in New York still. Despite the fact that they were both young, they both fell in love with each other fast. They spent evenings walking hand-in-hand, helped in the bakery, and shared small stolen kisses that tasted like icing and strawberries.
It got to the point where Wren knew she’d have to tell him she was a witch and about being a Legilimens – it wasn’t fair to keep it a secret from him, especially if it was going to be serious.
Wren sat Jack down one evening and told him. At first he had thought she was joking, but then she had nervously pulled out her wand and performed some simple magic – he was kind of shocked but not in a bad way, just because it was a lot to take in. He looked rather bashful when she explained about Legilimency, but she just grinned and shrugged because she didn’t mind him thinking about her; some of it was semi-sexual, of course, but mostly lovestruck and affectionate.
They became even closer – she had to return to England, and he came with her “for a short trip”. Wren brought him down into the case to show him the creatures she had grown up with, and Jack was awed because he had never seen anything like it! It warmed her heart to realize that he was amazed and captivated by this world she was a part of.
Newt and Tina were immediately taken with this polite, somewhat awkward No-Maj – and he made their youngest daughter happy, at any rate, so there was that.
After a few years Wren and Jack got married. It was only a small ceremony down in the case with family and friends, but it was lovely and sweet. The highlight of the day was a rather tipsy-Jack trying to learn the Erumpent mating dance from father-in-law Newt. (Tina looked on with a fond smile, shaking her head and trying not to laugh at how ridiculous her husband was – and how she still loved him ever so much, no matter how old they got).
They decided that they were going to settle in England; it wasn’t illegal to be married in England, for a start, and it allowed Wren – a dragonologist – more opportunities of working with Welsh Greens (a long Floo journey to work but worth it). Jack became a teacher at a small local primary school; the kids there loved him because he told the most inventive stories about magical creatures. Sometimes he would stop by to see Wren working with the dragons – from a safe distance and usually behind a protective shield of some kind, just to be safe.
Newt and Tina helped them plant a bowtruckle tree on their property; they lived in a vast open space with wards around to make sure that no wandering muggles would see it. Also, when one of Newt and Tina’s Kneazles, Skippy, had a litter of kittens, they gave two of them to Wren and Jack; a male one named Basil and a female named Missy.
They disagreed on one topic, however, and that was children.
Wren didn’t want children because she had first-hand experience of how miserable being a natural Legilimens can be, and she didn’t want to inflict a child with that ability so she was adamant that she didn’t want children. Jack wanted kids, he loved spending time with them; his five-year-old students learning to read, their nephews and nieces, and he really wanted them to have a family – it seemed like the next natural step to him. He understood her view somewhat but still wanted kids.
There were a number of loud disagreements over it.
In the end they had a huge argument that ended with Wren crying because she’d known for a while that he wanted a family, he wanted it badly, and she felt bad in the sense that she thought she was holding him back from that. They talked things over at great length; Jack felt bad for making her feel this way because he’d never meant for his thoughts to make her feel like that at all, he was just frustrated because up until that point she had avoided the topic.
They talked everything over, laying it all out, and they didn’t really come to any conclusion or agreement – they just made their feelings clear. Jack was understanding when she went into detail about legilimency and the fears that she’d curse a child with it, but he told her he knew/understood the risks, and he didn’t care. “You told me it’s rare, right? There’s always that chance it won’t be passed on.” He then admitted that his only reservation would be if the kid ended up non-magical like him because he knew by this point that Squibs were not exactly valued in the magical world – he wouldn’t want that for a kid.
In the end, it came down to Jack saying “I won’t push you; if you don’t want kids then we don’t have to” and Wren kind of budged a bit by saying that she would think about it more – they’d need to discuss it in more detail because of a) the possibility of their child being a Squib or b) a Legilimens (even as a recessive gene, there was always that chance). They reconciled and chose to leave it.
They were both happy again, Wren with her dragons, Jack teaching little kids, and they were content with their kneazles, bowtruckles, and nieces and nephews.
A few years on, Wren told him she had decided she was ready to take that step, to take a chance – even if their kid ended up being a Legilimens or a Squib, then they’d still be extremely loved by their parents and family. To add, the kid could have fitted in in either community: wizarding or muggle.
They had a little girl who smiled like the sun and laughed in an almost musical way – a well-loved, bright little girl. She had a daddy who read to her and made sure there were no monsters under the bed, and a mummy who showed her dragon eggs and always knew when she needed a cuddle.
And, of course, she had her Grandpa Newt and Nana Tina; Grandpa Newt, still as bright-eyed as ever, would let their granddaughter play with the graphorns, feed the occamys – she would giggle and shriek as she played with the Nifflers too. Nana Tina was always attentive, telling her stories about the memorable cases she had had as an Auror; the little girl would always cuddle up to Nana Tina as they drank hot cocoa or read stories during the winter.
The daughter was named Katherine – “Kitty” for short. They decided that her middle name was “Theseus”, for the uncle that Wren never met but knew she would have loved.
Newt was visibly emotional upon hearing that his daughter had used his brother’s name; Tina had smiled sadly as she patted his arm, understanding completely without any need for words.