Dancing On The Light

(Requested by @dorkwolf-nightmare. Piano accompaniment by the same name, if you so desire.)

Mercy Lewis, but her arm ached.

Tina wiggled the fingers on her right hand, feeling the bandages that wound from palm to elbow tighten whenever her muscles flexed.  She stood in front of her door a bit uncertainly, clutching her heavy dressing gown to her frame as she stared down the long hallway of the Scamander family home.  When her father’s pocket watch had informed her that it was almost two in the morning, she’d heaved a disgusted sigh and resolved to find a distraction from the near constant pain in her arm, but now that she was up and about she wasn’t sure where to start looking.  The house was a sleep, after all.

Well, perhaps not all.

The faint sound of a piano drifted along the dark corridor and she padded silently down the plush carpet runner in search of the source.  It was eerily quiet, save for the tinkling notes, which beckoned her and promised safety from the long shadows on the wall.  Her cheeks burned slightly at her silliness, but she consoled herself with the knowledge that she was trained to expect danger around every corner.  This was most certainly not a lingering fear of the dark left over from childhood that she had never quite managed to overcome.  Turning a corner, she found light spilling out from under a door, the music much louder and clearer now, and heaved a sigh of relief as she knocked.    

The music stopped and she waited nervously in the silence until a hesitant and slightly muffled voice invited her in.  She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room, scanning the interior for the man responsible for tonight’s serenade.  Newt was smiling over his shoulder in welcome, one hand hovering over the keys while the other patted the empty space next to him.  She made her way over and gingerly sat, tucking her robe around her, conscious of how little room there was on the bench.

Idly, she toyed with a key, listening to the low echoes of the note when she pressed too hard.  “I didn’t know you played piano.”  She said quietly.  He reached over and playfully tapped out a short melody stemming from her errant chord, causing her to smile slightly.

“Mother started teaching me when I was six.  I was a terrible student, though, never wanting to practice.  I’d cheerfully play all sorts of wrong notes and mangle my chords until she had a headache.”  He ducked his head as Tina let out a soft laugh.  “Eventually, she figured out a way to trick me into wanting to play.”


He nodded and rose, making his way over to a shelf containing an assortment of blown-glass figurines and pulled down a pair of dancers frozen in mid twirl.  Carrying them over, he settled them carefully on top of the piano and gave them a quick tap with his wand before arranging himself back on the bench.  With the air of a great showman, he began to play a jaunty little piece, eyes fixed on the statuettes.  So, Tina watched them, too.

She let out a delighted gasp as the couple gracefully parted and exchanged curtsies and bows before engaging in a lively waltz across the top of the piano.  Light from the lamps glanced off their translucent surface to make swirling rainbow patterns on the polished wood of the instrument.  They moved so liquidly she imagined they could be water given form and her eyes followed their every move in complete enchantment.  For the first time since she’d been injured, she completely forgot the pain in her arm.

All too soon, the song ended, and the dancers gave their audience a bow, before twirling back into the frozen flourish in which they’d been found.  Tina clapped lightly, conscious of her malady, while her eyes sparkled with wonder.  For a moment, everything felt perfect, which of course meant her jaw chose that exact instant to stretch into a yawn.  Newt chuckled.

“Come on, the healer at St. Mungo’s was very specific that you rest as much as possible.  You need sleep.”  

Reluctantly, she rose, feeling just a tad rebellious, but his hand was warm around hers and she found she didn’t have the strength to resist his gentle tug as he led her to the door.  Down the hall they walked, side by side, and the shadows that had chased her earlier that evening were harmless and docile once more.  

When they reached her door, he pulled her around and met her eyes, expression impossible to read.  His gaze flickered to the heavy bandages encasing her right hand and realization dawned on her as to why he had been awake at this hour.  Smiling sadly, she whispered, “I’m okay.  I made it out alright.”

He closed his eyes and brought her other hand – the one still entwined with his – up to his lips, kissing the spot where her engagement ring rested during the day.  She had survived this fight, he just had to hope she survived the rest of the war.

21 Questions

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Word Count: 526

Warnings: None

Summary: You play 21 Questions with Newt

A/N: Thanks to @chelsealynnae for giving me the idea!!

Note: Y/H/C = Your Hair Colour, Y/E/C = Your Eye Colour

I lie on my back next to Newt in the Gardens, staring up at the cloudless sky. We’ve been picking vegetables for tonight’s dinner for what feels like years, so we decided to take a break.

“I’m bored” I groan, pushing myself into a sitting position.

“What do you want to do, love?” Newt asks. I force myself to focus on the question instead of swooning over his British accent like a lovesick puppy. 

“I don’t know…do you want to play a game?” Like 21 Questions or something?“ I suggest.

He laughs. "But we already know everything about each other!”

I roll my eyes. Newt and I have been best friends since I came to the Glade, but I can’t help wishing that we could be more. I know that there’s no way that he feels the same way, but it’s nice to imagine that he does sometimes.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!" 

He sighs. "Alright, love, alright. But you’re going first”

We ask each other questions for the next hour - favourite animal, favourite food, least favourite Glader, etc. Eventually, I get to my last question. It takes me ages to think of it, and when I do, I almost change my mind about asking it. It’s a bit of a personal question, but I ask him anyway.

“What’s your type?”

Newt splutters, making me life at his embarrassed expression. “Why do you bloody want to know that?”

The truth is, a small part of me wants to know whether I’m close to his type. It’s unlikely and stupid, but I can’t help it.

“Just wondering” I reply, too quickly for it to be believable. He doesn’t notice, luckily.

“Alright, well…she has to be kind. I like someone who’s caring, and funny, and smart”

I grin. Most guys would have a long list of everything they want a girl’s appearance to be before they even thought about personality.

“As for looks…well, Y/H/C hair is always a good start”. He pulls on the end of my ponytail, making my cheeks flush red.

“And Y/E/C eyes are pretty great”. He traces the skin around my eyes and down my jaw bone, his fingers cool against my skin. Shivers race down my spine.

Newt continues to describe me. It takes a lot of effort to stop my jaw from dropping to the ground in shock. Tears start to sting my eyes, I’m so…I don’t even know what word to use to describe how I feel. 

“I think it’s my turn to ask a question, right love?” he whispers. I nod.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he asks nervously.

“Yes!” I laugh. How could my answer be anything but yes?

He leans forward and kisses me. When his lips touch mine, tingles prick my whole body. His hands caress the back of my neck lightly, making the butterflies in my stomach flutter more than ever. We bump noses and break apart, laughing.

“I really like you, Y/N” he smiles.

“I really like you too” I reply.

We kiss again, the setting sun behind us, and somehow, the second kiss is even better than the first.


You were sitting on your couch reading a book, when you heard a knock on your door.
“ Coming.” You said putting down the book. You opened the door and it revealed Newt Scamander, you had not seen him in years. “ Newt, what are you doing here?” You asked him. “ I was in town and I thought of visiting you, sorry if I have bothered you.” Newt answered. “ No no, you haven’t bothered me, do you want to come on for tea?” You asked Newt. “ If it’s not trouble for you, then I would like to.” Newt said. “ It’s not any trouble.” You said.“ Come in.” You said. “ You have a lovely home.” Newt said. “ Thanks.” You said. “ Where should I put my shoes and coat?” Newt asked you. “ You can hang your coat here and you can just keep your shoes on if you want to.” You said. “ Well come on, what tea do you like?” You asked Newt looking in the cabinet.
“ Do you have any lemon tea?” Newt asked you. “ Yeah, I do.” You said taking your lemon tea. “ It will be 5 minuts and the tea will be ready.” You said. “ You can sit down.” You said walking over to your table. “ Okay.” Newt said sitting down.
You and Newt ended up talking for hours and catching up on everything that had been going on in the others life.


Okay I had this sitting about since December. I should have shared it sooner but well. I love this movie so much it reminded me why I do what I do

Sums up the Niffler Newt relationship rather well I believe haha 😂 because I haven’t drawn FBAWTFT in a while!
I’m having a valentines sale on my etsy by the way because I’m a lonely potato 😊 use code TREATYOSELF for 20% off prints and stickers!! Link is in my profile description thingy