18:8 i hope a level results day was a success for you all…you deserve the best💛 im off to bed now because work at 6:30 ya’ know, but only one more week of this rubbish….in the meantime, i’ll just reminisce on the yummy iced☕️ i made earlier..
“ unfortunately, NOT ALL CONFLICTS can be solved merely with words… something i’m sure you are MORE THAN AWARE of. “ it made him uncomfortable ———— of course it did. he was a pacifist… someone who would rather choose NOT to fight. but those around him, those who wished ill will against his students, those who wished to do his kind harm… they did not feel the same. IT WAS PURELY TACTICAL, then, to teach his students how to prepare themselves… at least on a defensive level. “ too many lives have been lost… and not everyone CAN protect themselves. at least this way, they have a chance. “
Disclaimer: it’s been
so long since I’ve written fanfiction (4 years? Atleast) but I have been
working on a much bigger writing project (my novel) which at the moment I’m
getting stuck/writers block, but I still want to write, and after seeing
fbawtft and loving newt– hence, I’m going to try and write something.Hope you
It had been a rough
day. You just had been fired from your office new job. Third one this month,
you counted. You had never liked being cooped up in a tiny office. Office-work
didn’t suit you much either. But one thing you did love, was animals. To take
your mind off being fired, you decided to go to the one place that you always
went when you were feeling down; the zoo.
You leant on the fence
of the meerkat enclosure. The cute little creatures were scurrying around
without a care in the world. Sun rays broke through the clouds, shining down
upon the enclosure. The meerkats all lined up, trying to catch the rays. You
took a photo and moved onto another enclosure.
As you stumbled around
the zoo, you found yourself drawn to a room with platypuses.You were watching
them lazily swimming around when one in particular caught your attention. It
was cute, but it looked different compared to the rest of the platypuses. It
seemed to be staring at you. Not you, your necklace, you thought. Suddenly, the
strange platypus jumped out over the glass enclosure. It lunged straight at
you. Afraid, you closed your eyes and squeaked.
‘A-are you okay?’ You
heard a British accent come behind you.
‘N-no! Some platypus lunged at me!’ You grasped for your pendant, but it
was gone. ‘It stole my pendant, the bloody thing stole my pendant-‘ you paused,
transfixed on the man before you. He was dressed smartly with his vest and
jacket, bright green eyes, hair the colour of honey; he was beautiful. And he
was the only other person in the room. ‘Did you see which way it went? The
Niff-platypus.’ He asked, looking as though he was about to run off. ‘How could
I when my eyes were closed?’
The man smiled, ‘Don’t worry miss…’. ‘Y/N.’
‘Don’t worry miss Y/N, I’ll get your pendant for you.’ And with that, he
everywhere for the man and the platypus. From one end of the zoo to the other.
There was no sight of either. Sighing, you sat down on a bench with a half
melted ice cream. You had hoped that a sugary treat would cheer you up. But
after the day you had been having, the only good thing was meeting that man.
But he had disappeared before you could even catch his name. You looked at the
ice cream melting into the pavement, wishing that you too could disappear.
That pendant was the
last thing you owned of your mother. She had been a wonderful woman. She had
been so kind to everyone, whether they were human or an animal. Your mother had
been a great inspiration to you.In fact, she had been working over in Africa
with wild lions. She was the reason you too had once wanted to work with
animals, until that fateful incident. The thing she had loved most, killed her.
They say it was an accident, the lion had been protecting it’s babies. Your
mother had gotten a little too close for the lion’s comfort. Ever since the
passing of your mother, you had given up on working with animals. Now you only
observed them from afar.
You chucked what was
left of your melted ice cream into the rubbish bin and left the zoo. Head down,
you dragged your feet along the footpath. You had almost made your way to your
apartment when you felt something brush past your neck. Spinning around, the
man with the honey hair stood holding your pendant. He was covered in little
claw marks. He noticed you staring at them and handed you your pendant, placing
it into the palm of your hand, ‘I hope it’s not broken. It took a bit of
coaxing to get Niffler to let go.’ ‘Niffler?’ You
asked. He looked away, afraid to make eye contact, ‘It’s nothing to worry
about, if you’ll excuse me, I better get going…’
‘Wait!’ You blurted, holding onto his sleeve. You blushed a little, ‘Let
me thank you a little, at least come in for a cup of tea.’
You both sat in
silence around your tiny table. ‘So… you’re a long way from home, Mr…’ ‘Newt Scamander. My name is Newt.’ ‘Newt?’ You repeated, stifling a laugh. You had never heard someone
being named after a lizard before. He blushed a little, finishing off his tea. So
many questions filled your head, yet you didn’t want to scare him off. You were
just about to ask him a question when he rose from the table. ‘Well it was nice
meeting you Y/N, but I really should be off…’ it seemed he had lost his train
of thought. You looked in the direction he was staring at. ‘Is this your
mother?’ He asked with interest, fixed on the only photo in the room. ‘Yes,
that’s her in Africa. Actually, the pendant you returned to me, belonged to
her. Is something wrong?’ ‘N-no, nothing wrong! I’ll be
going now…’ ‘You see it too, don’t
you?’ He turned to you, shocked. His mouth hanging slightly ajar, ‘I’m sorry?
See what?’ You felt
your face go red. You had pointed out the creature in the photo before, but no
one ever believed you. They couldn’t see it, but you had a feeling that he
could. ‘The creature in the creature in the left corner. It looks a bit like a
mop with beady eyes…’ ‘You can see the
‘What’s a demiguise?’
‘What’s a demiguise?’
You heard yourself ask. He placed his hand over his mouth as if he had just
said a swearword. ‘Uh, its nothing really. Being a muggle and all, you
shouldn’t be able to see it…’ ‘A muggle?’ half of the words came out of
his mouth made little sense, you thought. ‘Y-yes,’ he stammered, ‘Someone who
has no magic… I really shouldn’t have said that…’ ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ You
couldn’t help but feel a little insulted. ‘I’ve already said too
much. I’m sorry Y/N, but its best if you don’t remember any of this,’ he said
pulling out a long piece of wood. You looked at the thing in his hands, what
was he going to do, poke your eye out?
As he took a step
closer, you took a step back. He looked like he really didn’t want to do
whatever he was about to do. You could see his face straining. That’s when the
piece of wood in his had began to float out of his hand. Both of you cried out
in surprise. The stick, floated over to the table and stopped in midair. ‘I
have to, now hand it back, please.’ Newt said talking to the floating stick.
A creature just like
the one in the old photo appeared out of thin air. So is that a demiguise? You
thought. It grasped tightly to the piece of wood, that Newt was so desperate to
get back. The next few minutes consisted of Newt chasing the creature around
your apartment. You burst out laughing at how silly this all was. A grown man,
jumping around, the creature holding the stick just out of his reach. They both
stopped and turned to you. You were laughing so hard now, that tears were
rolling down your cheeks.
Newt sighed and sat on the floor,
‘Fine, you win,’ he said to the creature, ‘I wont use obliviate on her.’ The
creature seemed satisfied with his answer, handing back the stick. ‘You’re a
wizard, aren’t you Mr Scamander?’