#theyoungerscamander

[was-wicked]

We're married.

Was she having another fever dream? Or did those words actually leave his mouth? Leta had been stuck in recovery since the events at the Crypts and sure her memory had been a bit in shambles but she did not remember this in the slightest. Last she knew he was mad at her, or he should be, for the events at Hogwarts. They weren’t talking. They hadn’t in years. So how on Earth could they be married? And what about Theseus?

“Very funny.” She whispered, her voice croaked as she shifted in the hospital bed, sitting up to look at him with challenging eyes with a smile whine of pain, “How long have we been married?”

[was-wicked]

No! Reversed (from Solomon you can choose how old he is)

Send me No! to find my muse dying 

Alternatively send me No! Reversed to find one of your muses dying

ALWAY ACCEPTING 

She should have been there. Leta didn’t know where there was, hell she didn’t even know when or how, but she should have been there. 

The owl had been following her about as Leta went from place to place getting groceries. With all of her kids home from school, it being the summer before Solomon’s last year at Hogwarts, there were more mouths to feed and hence more errands to run. She was so concerned about the places she had yet to go that she had completely missed the owl until it landed on her shoulders, dropping to letter into her hands. 

Then Leta dropped her bags and apparated to St. Mungos, running straight the receptionist desk. 

“Where is he? Where is my son?” 

Words stopped as she saw Newt, approaching him with letter still in had, eyes frantic and wild, tears forming at her eyes.  

“Newt where is he? Where is Solomon?”

[was-wicked]

Blame

Closed Thread With @theyoungerscamander

It wasn’t common for Leta Lestrange to run from a confrontation, at least exclusively when said issues were the normal Gryffindor group that was determined to break her down, and drag one Newton Scamander down with her but here she was, running from to group who had today taken their attack way too far going as far as shoving her against the wall. If she was honest she should have seen this coming as they hadn't went after her in quite sometime, however might have been distracted by said ginger-haired Hufflepuff and his creatures. 

None of the quite mattered, however, as she was now running into the Forbidden Forest hoping that the Lion’s chasing her would lose their courage as she looked around for the boy.

“Newt?” She hollered out, once certain she had at least gone far enough away that they weren’t too close behind. “Newt!”

She just needed to find him, certain he would know what to do and where to hide.

“Newt!”

[was-wicked]

”The instant you start to feel something, you turn tail and run.”

Leta looked at the boy dressed in Hufflepuff robes and blinked before pulling the bag back on her shoulder and looking out in front of her and around at the people, checking for all too familiar faces.

“Don’t be silly Newt.” She brushed off his words with a whisper, hoping that perhaps if she talked as such she would , “I’m much more of a fighter and if we dally about anymore we will be late to Dumbledore’s class.” 

But oh Merlin was he speaking the truth, and never did she want him to know this. 

[was-wicked]

🛌

My muse is stuck in bed (with either an injury or an illness), send “ 🛌” for your muse to keep them company.

ACCEPTING

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Leta Lestrange was bitter, perhaps the most bitter she had ever been in her life.

Her bitterness began at the fact that Grindelwald had used her family tombs to hold his rally. While most certainly she didn’t care more or less about her family, the bad name, she knew because she lived would continue on and force a further bad reputation on her.

The second was Grindelwald tried to hurt them. The Scamander’s. Simple enough reason but those boys were her loves, the only family she has and would ever have. It was for them and them alone that she would act this brashly.

Finally, and perhaps the most important thing: she wasn’t supposed to be alive.

Somehow someone had pulled her from the flames reach leaving her with nothing but a burnt had. Leta didn’t know who, however, as she collapsed upon the feeling of apparition from complete and utter exhaustion. Waking up here in the Hogwarts Hospital Wing.

Certainly it hadn’t been the first time but she also had hoped she wouldn’t have been back, her eyes flickering with thoughts of the past until she realized that someone was beside her: Another flicker in its own way.

“What do you want, Newt?”

[was-wicked]

PLOTTING CALL l @theyoungerscamander  l

The song was light, gentle on her lips despite her panic, long, wet hair almost shielding her face as she used all of her might to keep the board a float in the storm bellow, everything in her might both fending off the others and pushing him towards land. It wasn’t easy, most certainly not, but she didn't want this man to drown or face the wrath of the others. No one deserved that, especially not this man, who ,from what she could tell, was merely examining the creatures and animals in the area. He clearly hadn’t know were he was going and hence sailed directly into the storm. 

When she had finally got to calmer water she was breathless, exhausted, leaning her head and arms on a small corner as she gave herself a moment to calm and think to were the nearest island would be, eyes falling to the night sky above and a small hum unknowingly on her lips. She had almost fallen asleep when the man stirred causing her to back away, not to far but at least move off his board and look to him, curiosity in her features though she did not speak only smiled, waiting for him to make the first move.

[was-wicked]

✉ (For our timeline where Leta's with Newt)

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Accepting 

✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation)

Leta had been staring out through the open window, watching the world wander by. It had been quite the stressful few days and she should have been relieved to finally be out of her stressful environment, her mind couldn’t stop wandering. She didn’t 

They were so close to getting caught. They very well still could have been actively being chased. For all she knew her father or the man he was trying to marry him off to, some Roosevelt Nott, a crude, dirty man though he had paid a fair sum of galleon, was tracking her with his cold unboding and all too old eyes. Her father said it was too much for what she was but took it for good measure. Her and Newt had been communicating, trying to break her out, though she had lost hope, but he had gotten to her just in time the night before the wedding the two of them fleeing to some safe house, not without a fight though, the cruel face of Nott and her father still deeply engraved into her mind as she and Newt flew away. 

She hadn’t slept in days due to complete and utter terror that when she did she would have any freedom when she woke up. Now that she was out and in the same bed as the one she loved, Leta thought that peace would finally reach her slumber. Naturally, fate had other plans and the moment she closed her eyes she had one of the worst nightmare she had ever had in her entire life. It was much better for her, then, to stay up, as to not disturb Newt. 

She was moving to get out of the bed at the morning light to make breakfast when Newt pushed her back into the bed. “Newt?” Her voice was tired, eyes most certainly were as well, though she tried to hide behind a smile and a small peck to his nose before sitting up, “I will be back. You need sleep. I was just going to start breakfast and some tea.” 

[was-wicked]

"You can't convince me that I'm not just a burden to you."

“Who told you that?!”

She had never quite felt such a bubbling rage inside her so quickly overwhelm her being. She clenched her fists however and tried to control her breathing.

“You know it is not you who is the burden. It is I, Is and has been.”

Leta shook her head a little, softening her gaze.

“What gave you that idea?”