Amour ~ Newt Scamander x Reader
Requested: hi! could you do an imagine where the reader is from beauxbatons and she meets newt and he really likes her because she’s pretty and very soft and natural and calm?
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(English translation in italics & bold)
Sun high in the sky, shining over the small wizard village in France in which you’ve lived your whole life. You journey down the cobblestone streets excited to start your summer holiday. That is until a florescent pink bird swoops out of no where and lands on your head. It flutters around not making a single sound. Carefully you cup the small bird in your hands, bringing it down from on top of your head. It gives a mute chirp of gratitude. The small pink bird perks up to gaze at you.
“Pourquoi bonjour petit gars. (Why hello little guy.)”, you beam.
As the bird gives another silent chirp a young man comes rushing down the street, apologizing every few minutes to whomever he had run into. He skids to a stop when he reaches you and gives a worried look.
He is rather tall and thin, with reddish brown hair, and dazzling blue eyes. He wears a white button up shirt with a green sweater-vest and tie. In one hand his wand. In the other hand he holds a case by its handle.
“I’m so sorry miss. My bird it-” He stops his babbling to get a good look at you.
“Salut, mon nom est Y/n L/n, et tu est? (Hi, my name’s Y/n L/n, and you are)?”, You hold out your free hand to shake.
“Newt Scamander.” Newt shakes your hand,”Je suis terriblement désolé pour mon oiseau. Il est un artiste d'évasion. (I’m terribly sorry about my bird. He’s an escape artist.)”
He places his wand in his pocket and sets the case down onto the ground. Newt gently takes the bird, cradling it in his large hands. The bird gives another silent twitter before curling up into a small feathery ball.
“Tu parle français? Êtes-vous de la région? (You speak french? Are you from here?)” You question.
Newt gives a lopsided grin and responds, “Oh non, je suis anglais. J'étudie ici. (Oh no, I’m English. I’m studying here.)”
“Vous assistez à Beauxbatons? (Then you attend Beauxbatons?)”
“Non, j'ai été expulsé de Hogwarts. (No, I was expelled from Hogwarts.)” Newt explains.
“Ah, je vois. (Ah, I see.)” You smile at the casual way he had said this,”Voulez-vous prendre un café avec moi? (Would you want to get some coffee with me?)”
“Sans doute. (Of course.)” Newt beams at the offer.
He picks up his case and lightly places the now awake bird on his shoulder.
You grin as the small bird hops to and fro across the table. It’s beak opens and closes yet not a single sound comes out.
“Quel genre d'oiseau est-ce? Je n'ai jamais vu un comme ça. (What kind of bird is this? I never saw one like that.)”
Newt gazes at you with a sense of interest,”Robert est un Fwooper. Il est originaire d'Afrique. Fwoopers sont vendus avec un charme silencieux mis sur eux parce que leur chanson twittering conduira l'auditeur fou. Le charme doit être renouvelé chaque mois. (Robert is a Fwooper. He is originally from Africa. Fwoopers are sold with a silencing charm placed of them because their twittering drives the listener insane. The charm has to be renewed every month.)”
Newt lightly strokes the Fwooper. You take a second to study the foreigner’s simple yet entrancing features. Freckles scatter across his kind face. his eyes sparkle as he speaks of his adventures.
“Quelque chose ne va pas? (Is there something wrong?)” Newt asks.
You awake from your trance to see Newt shyly looking at you. Robert seemed to of found a nice napping place on your hand.
“Non non, j'ai été… distrait. (No no, I was just… distracted.)”
“Ah, je vois… (Ah, I see...)” Newt smiles. He looks at the table and plays with the hem of his shirt.
“Si vous ne vous dérangez pas de le dire, je pense que vous êtes absolument magnifique. (If you don’t mind me saying so, I think you’re absolutely beautiful.)”
You blush at the rather random compliment. Newt glances up for a moment, scared that he’d said the wrong thing.
“Désolé … c'était un peu hors de nulle part. (Sorry… that was a bit out of nowhere.)”
“Non c'est d'accord. (No it’s alright.)” You grin leaning across the table,”En fait, si ça ne te dérange pas, je t'embrasserai. (In fact, if you don’t mind me doing so, I’m going to kiss you.)”
With that you lean in and peck Newt on the lips, sitting back into chair and smiling at his dumbfound face. Newt smiles at you and takes a timid drink of his coffee. The both of you then sit together in silence, smiling and enjoying the beautiful sunny day.