FBAWTFT characters - May it inspire some people!
“Tina,” Graves sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What, in the name of God, are you doing half naked in my office?”
“Take off your clothes!” Newt yells. “Now, Tina! QUICKLY!”
“And then he ran into my wand. He ran into my wand ten times.”
“Are you courting me?” Graves asks, incredulous. “Do you know who I am?”
“Sir,” Tina’s voice is soft, broken. “There’s been… an accident.”
“Newt? Why is there a mermaid in the bathtub? I need to get ready for the MACUSA’s annual end of the year ceremony, Newt. Newt get that mermaid out of the bathroom. Newt.”
“If I take into account their glares and raised wands, I’d say that they want to kill you,” Graves says. Credence smiles dangerously.
“They wouldn’t be the first. Let them come. I’m not helpless anymore.”
“You are, without a doubt, the worst criminal I have ever heard of,” Seraphina muses.
“But you have heard of me.”
“Can we not do this now?”
“Yes we can and yes we will,” Newt growls. “You’ve been putting this off, again and again and I am frankly tired of you playing hide and seek like we’re five years old instead of grown adults.”
“This is a stakeout. We’re on a mission.”
“I care more about saving this relationship than the fucking mission.”
“Aren’t you supposed to do my biding?” Graves asks, incredulous.
“Not interested, thanks. However, your cat looks cute, so I think I’m gonna stick around.”
“I can’t believe you summoned a demon into our apartment, Tina. What will Mrs Esposito say?”
“He’s cute?” Tina says weakly, staring at the man-demon-thing with curly hair and freckles currently sleeping on their sofa.
“He’s a demon.”
“Let go of me,” Credence snarls. “Let go of me or I swear I will kill you.”
“With what? You’re unharmed. You don’t have a wand.”
“Ahah, very funny. I didn’t know you were capable of humor, Madam President.”
“You are joking, right?”
“You’re fired, Mr Graves.”
“Is that a phoenix?”
“Why is there a phoenix flying around in the office, burning my paperwork?”
“It hatched this morning,” Newt says, cooing at the bird. “Come see mummy. Here. Good.”
“You know what I need? I need a good, old fashioned banging,” Tina slurs, taking off her shirt and stumbling around the room drunkenly until she finally falls on the bed.
“While I’m not sure who you are or what you are doing in my tent,” a British voice replies, turning on the light, “I’m sure I could help you with that.”
“I’m not usually so straightforward,” Seraphina says, “but I’ll be damned if you aren’t the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met in the entirety of my lesbian life. Can I get your number?”
The blond waitress - Queenie, her name tag reads- blushes prettily. “U-uh, I, I mean… Sure. Yeah. I won’t be able to text back until 7 though.”
“That’s fine. Holy shit.” Seraphina takes a sip and burns her tongue in the process. “Thanks for the coffee.”