Could you do an HC with Newt about when one of his creatures accidently hurts his child. Like the child just started to walk and it stumbles into one of the enclosures and some how gets hurt.
Sure! This one was kind of a challenge lol because I’d imagine Newt would treat the situation like I would.
I also gave Newt glasses in this because I think that’s such an adorable image. Also, his son is a tiny badass, I don’t picture him having an overly whiny child. Lol
-Newt would be busy writing, his office a complete mess by now. His son would be walking around the habitats, playing with certain creatures.
-This was normal for his child, after all, with Newt as a father you can bet he educated him as best he could for his age.
-Every so often he’d get up and go check on his son, smiling when he found him playing with Dougal, or the Niffler.
-He’d go up, kiss his son on the head and ruffle his reddish hair. “Remember, no causing any trouble.”
-His son would smile, waving bye to his dad as Newt went back into his study.
-He wouldn’t be so worried so long as he heard his son’s laughter, but the silence is what got him. Silence around small children never lead to anything good.
-Newt removed his reading glasses, looking over at his door curiously. “No…far too quiet.” He spoke to himself.
-He got up, placing the glasses on the desk, and walked with a quickened pace into the extended case.
-He called out to his son, but no answer came, and he got more and more worried until he found the boy nursing a small wound on his finger.
-His son sat next to the occamy habitat, finger in his mouth as he tried to will away the tiny drop of blood.
-Newt would be by his side quickly, kneeling down and checking his hand. “What happened?”
-“I got bit.” But, his son only smiled up at him, as if he was proud to be like his dad with his numerous cuts and scars.
-Being a father, however, Newt wasn’t so thrilled. And yet the tiny little smile was far too endearing to be angry with. He’d sigh, picking up his son and taking him to the hut to bandage him up. “Now now…what have I told you about petting the occamys?”
-“Not to do it.”
-“And it seems you have forgotten that news.”
-“I’m sorry, dad.”
-He’d kiss the child on the temple, placing him on the counter so he could fix him up. “It’s quite alright, my darling. But, imagine what your mother will say?” He scolded playfully, smiling when his son giggled.
Hope that was ok!