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[classification-newt-scamander]

The Heavy Stone

Closed RP with @pulchraviator

Death was a fact of life. The inevitable everyone counted on and yet grief.

Grief was hard, painful and raw. No amount of experience could fully prepare you for the gapping wound, death left you to cope with time and time again. His heart was shattering into tiny pieces but he had to keep it together long enough to help the rest of his creatures, they depended on him. They needed to be properly fed and watered, life had to carry on. Newt had to carry on. There was too much to do.

One hesitant question could not unravelling him. Not now.

“No, I’m fine,” he answered, failing to sound reassuring. His airways were constricting as he tried to suppress the wave of mourning, the tears in his eyes were already on the brink of spilling. This would not push him over the edge.

Newt knew caring for magical creatures meant that the ones he rescued could die, it was an occupational hazard. But this time got to him. Those poor snidgets had been bred, kept in captivity, starved and for what purpose? A game of Quiddich. Some stupid notion of tradition.

Earlier in the week, the ministry had sent him an urgent request to take the birds as they had seized the illegal operation that apparently supplied wealthy families who could afford to pay the premium and would likely pay the fines.

There was one bird left. Newt had done everything he could but the snidget was weak and experience told him they would not survive the night.

A tear fell down his face and he swiped it away, turning and making himself busy through bleary eyes.

Newt would not crumble. He couldn’t. He just couldn’t.

[wizardingworldrevealed]

VERA

@pulchraviator​;;  ♡

      NEWT HAD very often thought himself odd when he was in school. one of the outcasts. one whos obsession with animals had been unrivaled. that was - until he’d met vera. the girl would he could relate to on another level entirely. almost immediately upon meeting, the two had become friends. the only true friend newt could say he had while he was in school. and though time had distanced them, there was a certain giddiness that accompanied him with each step he took toward the leaky cauldron. he’d been rather surprised when she had responded to his owl - knowing that shortly after graduating she had departed for the united states. somewhere that newt was to be traveling within the coming weeks.

      upon entering the bar, newt cast a quick glance around, a lanky arm reaching up to tousle the raindrops from his hair as he searched for an empty table. upon finding one, he made a quick bee-line toward it so that no one else would snag it. upon sitting, he flagged down tom and ordered a gillywater while he waited, his legs bouncing beneath the table. though he wasn’t sure if the movement was due to anxiety or excitement, he was sure he would figure it out as soon as he saw her.

[classification-newt-scamander]

❝ Hey… do you want to talk? ❞

Death was a fact of life. The inevitable everyone counted on and yet grief.

Grief was hard, painful and raw. No amount of experience could fully prepare you for the gapping wound, death left you to cope with time and time again. His heart was shattering into tiny pieces but he had to keep it together long enough to help the rest of his creatures, they depended on him. They needed to be properly fed and watered, life had to carry on. Newt had to carry on. There was too much to do.

One hesitant question could not unravelling him. Not now.

“No, I’m fine,” he answered, failing to sound reassuring. His airways were constricting as he tried to suppress the wave of mourning, the tears in his eyes were already on the brink of spilling. This would not push him over the edge.

Newt knew caring for magical creatures meant that the ones he rescued could die, it was an occupational hazard. But this time got to him. Those poor snidgets had been bred, kept in captivity, starved and for what purpose? A game of Quiddich. Some stupid notion of tradition.

Earlier in the week, the ministry had sent him an urgent request to take the birds as they had seized the illegal operation that apparently supplied wealthy families who could afford to pay the premium and would likely pay the fines.

There was one bird left. Newt had done everything he could but the snidget was weak and experience told him they would not survive the night.

A tear fell down his face and he swiped it away, turning and making himself busy through bleary eyes.

Newt would not crumble. He couldn’t. He just couldn’t.

[hufflepuffauror]

Chance Encounter

@pulchraviator 

Theseus looked up from the paperwork he had been filling out towards the woman. He raised an eyebrow and hummed softly. “You would be much better off talking to my brother about creatures. I’m afraid I don’t know too much about them.” He told her softly and leaned forward. It wasn’t that he didn’t know a thing about them, he just didn’t know as much as Newt did. He didn’t mind the creatures really but, he also knew that a lot of them had been classed as illegal.

He smiled though, wanting to still come across as friendly. He knew that most people when they first heard anything about Theseus was that he was an Auror, and they just assumed that he must be an asshole. Which was the complete opposite to how he really was.