A Most Eventful Walk
Imagine 1: A Most Eventful Walk
Summary: Reader is out walking in the woods, there she meets two peculiar sights.
Pairing: Female!Reader x Newt Scamander
Warnings: Snarkiness, Newt Scamander’s face.
Word count: 1261
Credits to me, J K Rowling and Eddie Redmayne.
[Written: 15-18 Oct, Edited: 18, Published: 18]
I smiled at the sound my autumn boots made when I stepped on the leaf-covered path as I walked with brisk steps. The air smelled of pine and fresh rain, covered with a layer of smoke. My coat was warm and soft, a stark contrast from the chilly air my nose was breathing in. I blew out some carbon dioxide, only to watch how the warm air formed a beautiful trail of smoke before disappearing. The smell of burnt wood became stronger the further into the woods I came, and I soon could spot heavy smoke coming from a glade.
Convinced that it couldn’t be a forest fire, after all, it was the middle of November, and I was mightily intrigued. The glade gave up a loud roar, sending chills down my spine. My hand immediately went into my pocket, grasping my wand lightly. I took a deep breath and thought: What could this be?
Careful not to make too much noise, I sneaked around the glade, trying to get a good glimpse of what was going on. The smoke was getting thick, to the point where it was hard to see through. But when I caught a glimpse of it, I thought my eyes were playing a trick on me – what I saw was unbelievable. A great lizard-like creature was running amok, clawing at the trees surrounding it, as it breathed great flames of fire. A flashback, a memory from my childhood, suddenly struck me: It was my tenth birthday, and I carefully unwrapped one of my gifts – a lexicon for mythological creatures. Page 11; Dragons.
The beast before me was almost identical to how I remembered the illustration of my trusty lexicon. Although it was made for Muggle children, it was almost scarily accurate. The dragon before me didn’t look fully sized; more like an awkward in-between state of youngling and fear-striking adult. Except that, the only difference was that this was a living, fire-breathing animal, and the other one was just an illustration in a book. Well, it had been “just an illustration in a book”, all until about thirty seconds ago. Scanning my mind for what page 11 said about said dragons, I slowly backed away from the glade’s outskirts. I could feel my mind racing, still, it produced nothing. A major error in the engine.
Pressing my palms to my forehead, I sunk down behind a bush.
Oh Godric, my mind chanted. Oh Merlin, how do I fight a dragon by myself?
What other choice did I have but to fight? I couldn’t just let it run wild – some Muggle would surely discover it sooner or later. And how did it even get here? For all I knew, dragon-breeding was strictly forbidden by Britain’s Ministry of Magic.
A rustling in the bushed a couple of meters away from me woke me up from my panicked thoughts. Fast footsteps, as well as a hushed voice, were coming towards me. I stayed by the ground, carefully peeking up above the bush, wand ready in my hand.
The voice was getting stronger, and I could make out words:
“No, Pickett, you can’t just run away like that! Do you know how much trouble you’re putting me into? What did you say? … Of course, of course I can notice how a dragon is burning the entire woods down!”
Who was Pickett, and what had he been the cause to? And, maybe most importantly – who was the one, who was into some kind of trouble, and how was he so sure of this dragon? My thoughts almost drowned out the roaring of said dragon, but the crackling of the fire couldn’t escape my senses. This was real – this was happening. A teenage dragon was burning down my local forest. Oh good heavens.
As I was in the middle of cursing… everything, something sharp walked into me. It was a shoe, something I’d notice later on.
“Ouch!” I exclaimed loudly, clutching my leg.
“What in Godric’s name-”, someone uttered. I raised my eyes, only to be met by a tall figure.
“I am so sorry, Miss”, the figure said, before looking at me with questioning eyes. “What are you doing on the ground?”
I turned red, and hurriedly scurried up again. After straightening out my skirt, I met his face again. “What do you mean, Mister?”
He looked at me oddly for a second, before waving any questioning thoughts out of his head and his face became neutral once more. Looking at my wand, he exclaimed: “Oh! You’re a witch!”
“Well yes, I am.” I tried to catch his eyes again, but he wouldn’t let himself be caught.
We both stood silent, not daring to meet one another’s eyes, until the man said: “I don’t suppose you’re aware that there’s a dragon within ten metres from you, Miss?”
“Yes, I’m very much aware of it, Mister.” I looked at him with a sharp glance in my eyes. “What’re we gonna do ‘bout it?”
“Well, we can’t let it go berserk here anymore, it could be hurt by someone. I was thinking of putting it to sleep, and then force it into my case.”
I snorted, “‘Putting it to sleep’? What’re you gonna do, sing a lullaby?”
The man turned a little scarlett, before he simply said: “No.” He looked a little lost, his glance roaming about. Snapping back, he stuck out his hand. “I’m Newt, by the way. Newt Scamander.”
I shook his hand. “(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).”
“Well then, Miss (Y/L/N). Let’s go catch a dragon.”
“Hold this, please.” Newt ran off towards the dragon, leaving me with his old suitcase. I raised my eyebrows, wondering what on Earth I could do with some tattered luggage. He didn’t care to leave any instructions, he just started to deal with the teenager before honom. Doing a complicated motion with his wand, he calmly bewitched the dragon. It seemed to be falling asleep, before it suddenly jolted awake again, angrier than before.
Newt looked at me, a troubled expression on his freckled face. “I don’t suppose you want to?” he asked, running back to my side.
“Hold this, please”, I almost sneered and pointed my wand to the dragon. “Petrificus Totalus!”
The spell left a trail of blue light behind it as it hit the dragon in the chest. The dragon swayed from side to side, before giving in and falling down on the ground with a loud thud. I brushed some hair out of my warm face and turned to Newt again. His eyebrows were high on his forehead, his eyes wide.
“That was very impressive, I must say, Miss.”
I jerked my neck towards the dragon. “That little thing, you mean?” Smirking lightly, I watched how Newt walked up to the dragon and opened his case. After putting the open suitcase on the dragon, we both sat down in the grass and watched how the suitcase almost devoured it. It was a strange view, but I’d gotten used to strange views through the years. Newt was quiet for a long time, before standing up and brushing some mud off of his blue coat.
“Tell me, Miss (Y/L/N),” he lended me a hand, “Would you like to join me for dinner?”
Taking his hand and letting him tug me up from the grass, I smiled and I said: “I’d love to, Mr. Scamander. And call me (Y/F/N)”
“Please”, he cocked his eyebrows and smirked lightly, “Call me Newt.”