After bumping so many times into people/walls/doors, the McGonagall and Dippet have unanimously agreed that if Albus bumps into one more thing next time Newt visits they’ll tell Newt themselves about Albus’s feelings for him, for the sake of all the bruises they’ve got from Albus bumping into them. That just makes Albus even more flustered when Newt visits and he’s bumping into way more things because “oh my God, they’re going to tell Newt any moment now!”
“I think we have just made it worse,” McGonagall complains, sighing as Albus almost bumps into another student, but stops himself in time, only to walk into a wall and all because Newt said ‘Hi’.
“Not at all, Minerva,” Dippet assures, trying to hide in the corner. Because he knows if Albus sees them he’s going to get even more flustered. That wizard must be in panic at the moment because he’s waiting for them to tell Newt.
McGonagall is ready to protest but the headmaster points insistently at the end of the hallway.
Newt seems to be worried about Albus; he gently touches his forehead, probably because the professor’s face looks like it’s on fire at the moment and then pulls him by the sleeve towards a bench, where they both sit next to each other.
Albus is staring at him like a besotted dork, while Newt talks about something, probably one of the thestrals.
“He needs the pressure, Minerva. Otherwise he’ll keep it to himself and we’ll have to look at him pine for years,” Dippet whispers.
“They look good together,” McGonagall admits, lips quirking up a little bit.
“They’ll be good for each other, I know.”
“How do you feel?” Newt keeps touching Albus cheeks to see if he’s okay and the wizard leans into the touch every single time. “Are you feeling dizzy?”
“I’m always dizzy when you’re around,” Albus mumbles and Newt looks back at him in confusion.
“Did I say that out loud?”
Albus’s face turns into a darker shade of red. He just looks so embarrassed.
“What for? What’s going on, Albus?” Newt mumbles, fingers stroking that beard he likes so much. Albus takes his hand and kisses his palm, making the magizoologist turn as red as he is.
“I’m in love with you, Newt. And I know I’m too old for you and I understand if you don't–”
Newt presses his lips against Albus’s before that man can keep telling him that nonsense about why they don’t belong together.
“You forgot to ask me first what I feel,” he whispers, smiling at Albus hopeful look. “I’m in love with you, too.”
Albus takes him in his arms to give him a more passionate kiss and only stops when McGonagall reminds them, in an annoyed whisper, that they’re still in the hallway.
Dippet’s plan works, in a way, because as McGonagall points out, Albus keeps bumping into things every time Newt is around.
Although he certainly looks happier now.
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