#protegens

[muse--minded-a]

ℒ ( for tinaaaa :>c )

It’s been a long time, Tina thought, since she’d talked to Newt. They wrote to each other, and they had spoken once or twice through the floo, when they had a few spare moments to chat (which was rare on her end). It was as much her fault as it was his- they were both busy, and Tina had never been good at not letting her work overtake everything else in her life. There’d always been a to-do list, and Tina spent her life crossing items off and adding more on in a never ending cycle. 

She kept meaning to write to him, she really did, but once she had spilled coffee on a draft, another she had embarrassingly mixed in with some files at the office and gotten an odd look from Percival. Tina sighed. It was better when he was physically here. Going without seeing him a long time made her second guess everything. What if he just considered her an acquaintance, or a connection at MACUSA? 

Tina tiredly hiked up the steps to her apartment, waving hello to her landlord, and when she closed the door behind her she leaned against it and closed her eyes, dropping her satchel to the floor. She’d worked over time tonight, the fifth time so far this month. 

Queenie’s voice made her jump. Her sister was standing in her bedroom doorway, arms crossed, but not looking upset with her. She was more concerned than anything. “Teenie, you gotta stop working these late nights,” she said gently. 

Tina pinched the bridge of her nose. “I know, but there’s just so much work to be done, and since the fiendfyre incident, we’re down three aurors, and …” she trailed off, waving her hand to allude to what she could not say. All she wanted was a quick drink and then to go to bed. She moved to the kitchen. 

“Oh, by the way, this came for you tonight,” Queenie called after her. When Tina turned, her sister was holding out a slim piece of paper. A picture of a serene waterfall on a high mountain greeted her. Somewhat perplexed, Tina turned over the postcard. 

Having a grand time in South America! I found a sanctuary for golden snidgets, they’re brilliant, and highly revered among the Brazilian wizards. Weather’s lovely, wish you were here. -Newt 

Tina smiled. In the midst of everything, Newt was still able to make a warm, sort of hopeful feeling rise up inside her. 

Queenie was grinning. “Oh, honey, I think you might be in love with him.” Tina blushed, but for the first time, she didn’t disagree with Queenie. 

[salmiire]

@protegens

        ‘ you have incredible bone structure. ‘       it was a compliment !! just an extremely weird one. the man didn’t have time to think about it though, as he’s studying the other’s incredible bone structure. hal rarely saw someone that was this pretty in all of his years, so he HAD to say something. he wasn’t hitting on the other or anything though, just pointing out the supposed obvious.          ‘ i want to draw you .. you .. i haven’t even asked your name i’m sorry !! ‘ 

[aquaeques]

( @protegens // ✩ ) 

    “I don’t think that’s true.”

    Shaking his head in disagreement, Newt peers off into the distance, thoughtful. He can understand where the other is coming from – most tend to see things they fear as things that are fearless, so should anything actually frighten them… surely that means there are much scarier things in the world. Understandable, but not truly the case.

    “Everything and everyone have fears, no different from you or I.       To see them afraid shouldn’t make them scarier to you, it should…      ‘humanize’ them to you. You’re seeing them vulnerable. You’re       seeing them react to something in a way that shows that they aren’t       the heartless being you consider them to be.”

His gaze remains distant and on something far off as he speaks, but as he draws toward a conclusion, Newt’s head turns and his eyes find Lance’s face. There’s an understanding in his expression, but an earnestness that goes with his words in hopes to change the other’s mind. Or, at the very least, to make him reconsider some things.

         “That’s why I try to educate wizardkind on the topic of magical             creatures. –One of the reasons, that is. Most view the vast             majority of magical creatures as monsters, ones with no             redeeming qualities, all fearless and dangerous, but that is             absolutely not the case. Worst is, that widespread belief has             given a number of creatures another fear.”

newt truly was a strange one.

lance canted his head, cradling his cheek with one hand as he watched the wizard speak, listened intently with a focus not many had been privy to. the more he learned of newt, the more questions he had, the more curious he was of this human that, admittedly, wasn’t like most that the familiar had met & seen before. 

he was an oddity of a human being, an oddity of a wizard & it made lance want to spend more time with him, to learn more about why he was so different. he watched with rapt attention, taking in every minuscule shift, every minute movement --- like a predator watching his prey, learning, studying, understanding.

it was with that curiosity did the familiar straighten, giving the wizard his full attention just as newt did the same to him.

               “creatures are creatures --- you can’t humanize something that isn’t human.” 

he wasn’t trying to antagonize the other, wasn’t trying to rouse an argument. lance merely wished to understand how someone human could even begin to try to understand those that weren’t. 

( to try & possibly understand those who were almost in-between ; familiars like himself who weren’t human yet weren’t completely dragon ) 

[fredericofserault]

Draconids: A Morphological Analysis

@protegens

Frederic hummed in thought, tracing a knuckle along the book spines on the shelf. Though he hadn’t a specific volume in mind, he needed sources, and whatever looked good he plucked from the shelf. Still, he felt his selection lacking (and he was really regretting not having sent out those scripts for translation sooner), but this would certainly be a start....Now only if he could find that one documentation of draconic migration patterns. 

Ah, but he knew exactly then which book he wanted, and where it would be. Without a thought for his surroundings, Frederic whipped around, bumping right into the stranger behind him. With an ‘oof’ he dropped some books, quickly grabbing the other to stabilize them.

“Ah, pardon. I did not realize you were there!”

[blindmagicks]

@protegens | sc.

Her heart was POUNDING, the screech of some CREATURE have completely frightened her. Unseeing eyes couldn’t decipher was exactly it was. But Cicely had sustained no harm, whatever it was had turned its attention to something else. No, SOMEONE else. She didn’t need enhanced hearing, something she had gone without for the past year, to hear a male voice.  ❝  What is that?  ❞ Though Cecily had done quite well in Care of Magical Creatures, it wasn’t as though she could know ALL of them, especially not by the sounds they made.  But she certainly knew it wasn’t something that belonged in the MUGGLE world she had hidden herself away in.

[saturninebravery]

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@protegens

How do you harvest your creature based ingredients? The austere professor had to review the sudden question in his mind before posing a caustic one of his own.

“Ever heard of an Apothecary, Scamander?” that was, of course, partly true. It wasn’t as if he was going around killing creatures to harvest the essential parts required for his stocks. But if he did happen to come across a carcass in the Forbidden Forest he was not one to shy away from doing what a sensible Potions Master would have done. But he was not going to pretend he hadn’t seen that Bowtruckle poorly hiding in the Hufflepuff’s sleeve, enough of a glimpse before the other had moved it behind a pile of dusty old books. He caught himself feeling slightly impressed at Scamander’s ability to keep such an elusive creature around, but also irritated that he’d have to deal with it when all he wanted was to spend some quiet time in the library, in gloriously solitary peace, while the students flooded the streets of Hogsmeade, taking their bothersome and pubescent mirth elsewhere for a few hours. He had to skilfully dodge a plethora of staff room invitations to get there. “That--” he drawled next, arching an inquisitive eyebrow “--should not be in the library. Or within the school’s walls. I trust you know that.” technically they could be aggressive little buggers if threatened. But more importantly, what was this brat doing in the library all by himself on an outing day? Snape allowed a sliver of irritation in his otherwise silky voice, and felt almost offended by the presence of another soul to disrupt his unsociable plans. 

[mudbloodaralea]

(Closed) Emergency pet care

@protegens

When Aralea was startled awake hearing someone knocking on her door downstairs, when she looked up at the clock it read 3AM Aralea sighed as she stood and pulled her bathrobe on before she headed downstairs, it had to have been an emergency for someone to be so desperate for her attention at this hour. “Diagon Alley,” The stained glass window on her office door announced as Aralea nodded a bit “Thank you Tabitha, December twenty-eighth.” Aralea said before she opened the door to her shop in Diagon Alley she could already see someone through the glass with hair almost as red as her own, if not redder. Aralea sighed 

“I’m coming,” she said still half asleep as she opened the door and leaned against the door way, her hand finding the wand in her robe pocket just to be safe

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

[silvcrhaircd]

    “ I KNOW NO SUCH SPELLS SIR, I assure you this is a completely natural process. “ He clarifies with a hint of anxious nervousness riddled in his tone. Silver’s posture was polite but clearly timid ; indicative by his bowed head and tail tucked between his legs. “ Let it be known, my kind and I aren’t actually human, w-we’re, we’re shapeshifters, sir. “ // @protegens