Bad with Animals
I almost fell. Almost! I didn’t but I was very close to falling down the stairs. Of course that was in part because I couldn’t see the steps but also because it was my first time down here. When I finally reached the bottom I saw him standing with his back to me with his shoulders rising and falling. He was laughing at me.
“You think that’s funny?” I asked in a joking voice.
“Yes,” He replied without turning and continued to silently laugh at the fact that I had almost just fallen into his workspace.
“Well it’s not my fault that you can’t see the stairs when coming down here,” I sighed looking around the workspace. He finally turned around grinning at me and gestured that I take a seat. “You know, it might be safer if you could just jump down into this place.”
“I know that but then I wouldn’t have enough space for all of my things.”
“Couldn’t you just make the workshop space larger?”
“I mean I could, but I rather like the steps,” he said as his eyes flicked to my face and then back down to the small little book in front of him.
“I rather like the steps,” I repeated in a mocking tone and smirked when he made a face at me. “So when am I gonna get to meet these lovely little animals?”
He was ignoring me. Goddammit. I was unsure as to whether he had gotten sucked into what he was writing or was just ignoring me or insulting his steps so I looked around the workspace for a couple minutes. After that I began to stand up and touch a few of the plants and books stored around the space. Finally I got bored.
“Newt,” I whispered while placing my head on his left shoulder and looking down at his little journal. “Newt when are we gonna go see the animals?”
“Soon,” he whispered back while continuing to write. I sighed and stood up again looking at the plants. I walked over to the coat rack where his blue trench coat and a couple of helmets were hung up. I was examining them when a tiny little leaf appeared on his jacket.
“Newt! What is this little plant?” I whispered excitedly while picking up the jacket to look closer.
“Why are you whispering?” He whispered back, continuing to write in his book.
“Because you’re working. But what is this little plant?”
He sighed and finally set down his quill and turned to see what I was looking at. “Hmm? Oh are you talking about Pickett?”
“Who is Pickett?”
“My Bowtruckle,” He said and he came over to dig Pickett out of the breast pocket in his jacket. When his hand emerged from pocket it was accompanied by a tiny plant figure. I gasped.
“Aw he’s so cute!”
“I figured you would like him you herbologist,” He said looking at me and smiling.
“Can I hold him?”
“If he’ll let you,” he replied and gently tried to shake the Bowtruckle from his hand. “C’mon Pickett she’s not going to hurt you she just wants to say hello.” Unfortunately Pickett did not want to be held by me, so Newt eventually gave up and put the creature on his shoulder before returning to his work. I sat down on the floor directly behind Newt so I could watch Pickett interact with him. The tiny creature started out on his shoulder but became bored and crawled up onto his head and began to shuffle about his hair. I stood up so I could watch Pickett more closely. Pickett soon moved down Newt’s arm and onto his hand before Newt looked at me, “I think you’re scaring him.”
“Oh,” I said dejectedly. “Sorry Pickett.”
Seeing that I was so sad Newt finally decided that it was time to go meet the rest of his animals.
“Ok so let’s go over this again,” Newt told me trying to clean the cuts on my hands. “One of the Occamy’s bit you because you tried to pet it, then the murtlap attacked you, then one of the billywigs stung you, and finally while you began to levitate from the billywig sting Frank made it rain on you for getting to close to him.”
I blushed and continued to stare at my hands, desperately hoping that the potion his gave me would make me stop levitating a couple inches off the floor.
“Y/N? Is that right?” He asked me while beginning to pour a liquid on the Occamy bite. It stung quite a bit and I winced before nodding. He finished by using his wand to heal the cuts and then looked up at my face. “How did you manage?”
“I told you animals don’t like me,” tears began to sting my eyes a bit but I quickly blinked them away. “That’s why I deal with plants. Plants like me.”
“You’re ridiculous,” He laughed as he stood up from where he was sitting and turned to reach for something.
“Hey look! I’m almost as tall as you now,” I joked to distract myself from feeling bad about the animals not liking me. “This levitation thing is really great! I can finally know what it’s like to be tall!”
“Yeah well it won’t last long,” He grinned at me while turning back to face me. “I’m the only one allowed to be tall around here.”
I smiled a little and looked down; Newt patted my shoulder and went to go sit back down by the work bench again. My eyes went to where he had patted me and I yelped a little at what I saw.
“Newt!” I whispered excitedly. “Newt look!”
“Why are you whispering again?”
“Looks like Pickett likes you after all.”
A/N Saw a commonality that a lot of stories had the reader being great with Newts creatures when they first met (not that theres anything wrong with that) and I just wanted to shake it up a bit. Have any requests? Shoot me an ask! Have a great day/night!