Paris must be gone by now, there's no way they could've stopped that fire, right? Gellert must be quite satisfied, he should be happy and yet...
No, he's happy because he doesn't care about Newton Scamander at all. He doesn't care and that was a perfect way to prove it.
To prove a magizoologist has no power over him at all.
But he looked quite beautiful, didn't he? It seems blue suits him because the blue fire of the spell made him look breathtaking, almost ethereal.
Gellert frowns, scolding himself for thinking about that, he's not soft, he's not worried at all.
It doesn't break his heart thinking that he could never stare into Newton's fierce, feisty eyes again.
It doesn't affect him at all.
"Is there something wrong?" Queenie mumbles and Gellert thanks Merlin for being great at occlumency.
"I don't know what are you talking about. Leave me now."
He lasts only a day... that horrible feeling turning into a headache... a heartache.
He closes his eyes to focus on Newton, but he knows his visions don't work like that, especially if he's overwhelmed by a strong emotion.
"Rosier," when the witch looks back at him it's like she already knows what he wants. Perhaps it's Gellert's fault for complaining so many times in front of her about Newton, for mentioning her how unattractive he was, like he was trying to convince himself.
"Go find him," Gellert knows he doesn't need to tell her his name. "Make sure he's okay."
Rosier quirks up a brow, but nods and disapparates in the blink of an eye.
Gellert doesn't sleep that night.
The witch comes back in the morning, she interrupts a meeting and Gellert doesn't care at all, he dismisses everyone to talk to her privately.
"He's safe, he's in China at the moment, taking care of a family of dragons," she comments and then smiles before adding: "It's really impressive."
"He's quite extraordinary."
Rosier looks at him for a couple of seconds and then hands him an old tie.
"I know the information wasn't going to be enough so I brought a portkey, this way you can see him yourself."
Gellert doesn't take it. She rolls her eyes and leaves it on the desk.
"I don't really care about him."
When she's gone, he takes it.
And there he is, unharmed, looking as beautiful as Gellert remembers, giggling and talking with the dragons as if they were his friends.
Gellert sighs, relieved. He knows he has a serious problem and has no idea exactly how to deal with it... yet.
