@thatthinghasclaws : Newt Scamander soulmate AU? Where you can see what the other one writes on their skin. :)
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A/N: Arg, this is probably so bad. Sorry for making you guys wait for so long! I’ve been super busy but I finally finished! Thank you so much for waiting patiently!
A lot of strange things started happening ever since you turned eleven and found out about a magical world that was living parallel to the only world you thought existed; the Muggle world. That is, if you could even call it a world at all, what’s a world without magic? But, if possible, things were getting even weirder now.
You were sitting at a desk in a boring Transfiguration class, fighting hard to keep your eyelids from falling. Professor Dumbledore was happily explaining about some fancy Transfiguration spells, preparing you and all of the other Fifth Years for the upcoming O.W.L.s. Oh, the dreadful O.W.L.s. You shivered at the thought, reminding yourself that you still had a little over a week to prepare.
Still bored, you discreetly glance over at Newt Scamander, who was sitting a few seats away to your left. He looked as enthusiastic about all this as the rest of the class. You watched him scribble down a few notes and admired his neat-messy handwriting from afar before he snaps his head up and his green eyes meet yours. You quickly avert your eyes and pretend that nothing happened. You and he had a…“strictly platonic”…okay fine, “not even really friends yet” type of relationship. There was no denying you had a massive crush on the freckled Hufflepuff, but you were sure that he didn’t share the same feelings. Ah well, maybe something would happen eventually, but that was currently the last thing you wanted to worry about.
“(Y/N), are you following along? You seem distracted.” Professor Dumbledore says curtly, snapping you out of your thoughts.
You nod your head furiously, hair flying everywhere, desperately hoping you looked alert or better yet; awake. He smiles.
“Well if that’s so, will you please tell the class what I was going to turn this goblet into?” he asks with a sweet smile, his eyes twinkling from behind his glasses.
“Umm, a potato?” you say idiotically, mentally facepalming yourself and giving up on life in general, as the whole class started giggling uncontrollably. Some boys even fell out of their chairs, for dramatic effect of course. You rolled your eyes and giggled too, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em!
You hopefully glanced at Newt and your heart jumped slightly as you saw him chuckling too. Yes, you made him laugh! Well, he was probably laughing at you but you still made him laugh and that was good enough for you.
He laughed softly and looked at you through his long lashes. There was no denying it, he had strong feelings for you but he was always too shy to gather the courage to talk to you. Sighing quietly, he admired your handwriting from his seat, thinking that the tiny letters looked as adorable as you did.
“Please pay attention now (Y/N), I want you to do well,” Dumbledore says gently yet firmly and you nod, relieved that you weren’t getting detention.
Minutes passed and the class returned to its boring state. You sighed and picked up your feathered quill and dipped the tip in ink. You lazily proceeded to draw on the back of your hand, writing random little phrases and words.
He jumped slightly in his seat as he felt a tingling sensation tickling the back of his left hand. He cautiously looked around to make sure no one else saw his little jump and he peered at his hand. The words I’m so bored appeared on his hand in what appeared to be black ink, as if the letters were being written on with an invisible pen in the air.
He blinked a couple times, utterly confused. What was going on? Were these words reflecting his feelings? He definitely felt bored but this hasn’t happened before?…
He felt tingling again and he quickly looked down.
Lalalalalalalalala was scribbled across the palm of his hand now. Yeah, these definitely weren’t his thoughts and this was all getting more than a little strange.
He picked up his own quill and dipped it in a vial of ink. He was going to try something… The tip of his quill moved swiftly across the soft flesh of his hand.
You yelp as you feel tingling on the back of your hand next to your own little scrawls. You watch in surprise and wonder as delicate little letters appear, spelling out Hello?
Professor Dumbledore turns to you again after hearing your surprised little sound and quirks up an eyebrow.
“What is it this time (Y/N)? Would you like to share with the class why you felt the need to take such a sharp intake of breath?” he smiles kindly as you shake your head furiously, and he resumes his lesson.
Shaking nervously you grip your quill and write on your hand again. All the ink of your precious conversations, if you even call them conversations, was still etched onto your soft flesh.
Hi. What’s going on and who are you? you write.
The tingling comes back.
Beats me, though I must admit this is rather fascinating. Who are you?
No fair, I asked first.
Well, I asked last.
Okay fine, just tell me this; you aren’t some murderer, right?
Oh no, definitely not. If it makes you fell any better I attend Hogwarts and I’m sitting in a rather boring class right now. This is quite the highlight of my day.
Oh thank goodness, I’m at Hogwarts too! Maybe we could try finding each other?
You were slowly starting to inch your way up your arm for you were running out of room on your hand.
Well, this is very interesting, he thought as he dipped his quill in ink again.
Or maybe we should keep this anonymous? That way we could talk without feeling awkward around each other. What do you say?
He waits patiently, drumming his fingers on his desk, eagerly waiting for a reply.
Sure! We could be pen pals! Cheesy, I know but it will definitely keep us entertained during boring classes, like the one I’m in right now.
Pen pals it is! Who’s class are you in right now?
Same, actually! So we have now established that we are also in the same year, how exciting!
Yay, this will definitely be fun. But do you have any idea why all this is even happening?
No idea. But I’m glad I’ve found a new friend, even if I don’t exactly know who you are. I’m terribly sorry if this is getting weird, but I already like you.
Brilliant, I like you already too! And don’t worry, it will definitely get weirder once you’ve seen my doodles. Now, on to more pressing matters; we seem to have run out of space on our left arms, how do we erase all this?!
Turns out that a little bit of soap and water did the trick, no magic was needed. You and your pen pal had become rather close in the next few weeks and you learned that the two of you were of the opposite gender. That made it even more exciting for you in a way.
You always felt like you had a secret, a good secret, making sure to cover up your arms with your robes after a long class.
You were making your way to the nearest washroom to rid your skin of ink when you bumped into Newt on the way.
You blush as you realize who you just crashed into and your hand instinctively pulls down the sleeves of your robes, hiding the smudges of ink and your conversations with your secret friend.
“Ah, sorry about that…” Newt apologizes with a gentle smile.
“It’s fine,” you say quickly and you mentally slap yourself. Great job, the one time you ever talked to your crush and you had to say “I’m fine”? Arg, you always blew it.
Without saying another word, you scurry off to your next class, plop yourself down in your chair and pull out a vial of ink. You try to find a bare spot on your arms and you manage to squeeze in a tiny sentence.
He was still blushing after your little encounter and he felt a tingle on his arm as he sat down in the library to study for he was done all his classes for the day.
Hey, we’re like, super tight now right?
He smiles and pulls out his own quill, swiftly replying.
Yeah, I mean, we have been chatting for over a month now. I’d say we’re pretty close and we know quite a bit about each other.
Okay, good because I wanted to ask you for some advice. I have a crush and he’s a dude and since you’re a dude too you know stuff that I don’t, am I right?
Umm, sure? I guess that makes sense.
Well, here I go anyways. So I’ve liked him for quite some time now and I just bumped into him in the hallways but I really couldn’t bring myself to say anything, what should I do?
Blimey, I just met my crush in the hallways a few minutes ago! he wrote, shaking his head in wonder. You two were more alike than he thought.
Ah! Okay, answer my questions later. Tell me all about her!
Well, I’m in the same situation as you. I’ve liked her since I’ve laid eyes on her but I’m too shy to make a move.
I suggest talking to her! How bad can it be? You’ve got to work up some courage and I’m sure you’ll do great! I believe in you!
I could say the same to you! Why don’t we both attempt to talk to our crushes and meet up to see how it went.
Wait, did you just say meet up!?
Yeah, I’d say it’s about time to see each other, wouldn’t you?
Yes!!! I’ve been waiting for this moment! I’m sure you’re lovely!
You agreed to meet up with PP (your nickname for your pen pal) by the main entrance. But before that happened, you had to try to work up the guts to talk to Newt. Yeah, that was the tricky part.
He found you before you saw him.
“Umm hi (Y/N),” he said with a shy grin, his beautiful hair falling like a halo on his head. You stood there like an idiot, no words coming out.
Abort mission! Abort mission! you scream in your head.
“I’m sorry Newt, I can’t talk right now. I need to meet someone.” you blurt before rushing off towards the main entrance.
Well, that failed. You hold back tears as you run.
Well, that failed. He miserably watched you go and felt something odd in his chest. His breathing got heavier. Did you just reject him or were you just really busy? He couldn’t say.
He finally decided that he should probably go meet his pen pal. At least that would cheer him up.
“Oh, Mr. Scamander! Will you help me move these textbooks to another room?” Professor Dumbledore asks Newt, beckoning him over.
Newt opens his mouth to tell him that he was busy but the professor would hear none of it. Newt sighed and made a mental note to apologize to his pen pal later.
Hello? you write, standing alone by the entrance, finally beginning to calm down after the very one-sided conversation with Newt. You hadn’t meant to seem rude, you just…panicked. You’ve been waiting for 20 minutes now and no one showed up.
I’m on my way!
A frantic scribble appears next to your sentence and you huff, slightly annoyed yet still tingling with excitement. Even though you had failed to talk to Newt, you were finally going to meet your new friend!
Soon, you hear footsteps running towards you and you turn, only to see Newt panting a couple feet away from you. What was he doing here?
“Hi, Newt. Umm, what are you doing here?” you ask, your voice coming out as a little squeak as he straightens up.
“Uh, I am here to meet someone.”
Your heart fell as he looked away, clearly avoiding eye contact. When would your pen pal show up?
Oh no, why was she here? He was even more nervous now than before! He hastily looked away before blushing furiously, refusing to face her.
The two of you stood opposite to each other, both leaning against the wall, waiting and not daring to speak to each other for you were both nervously shaking.
You frantically pull out your quill and shakily start to write.
Where are you?
I’m here waiting for you!
You blink as the writing appears and your breath hitches in the back of your throat. It couldn’t be…
You and Newt both turn and spontaneously walk towards each other.
You shakily lift up your arm and he does too, like a mirror mimicking your precise movements.
Your arms are now side by side and the words you just exchanged were both printed on your forearms.
You tilt your head up just enough to look at him and your eyes brighten with realization.
A 200 Year Old Lesson: Scientific Predictions Are Worthless Unless Tested
“So the next time you run across what appears to be a theoretical absurdity, either because you believe such a thing must be so or cannot be so, don’t forget the vital importance of putting it to the experimental test! It’s the only Universe we have, and no matter how solid the footing of our theoretical predictions, they must always be subject to the scrutiny of unrelenting and continuous tests. After all, you never know what secrets the Universe will reveal about itself until you look!”
For centuries, Newton’s theoretical predictions were as unassailable as physics got. His ideas about mechanics, gravitation and optics passed test after test after test. Yet around the dawn of the 19th century, one class of observations appeared to run counter to his assertions: light appeared to exhibit a wave-like nature. The phenomena of diffraction and interference could not be well-explained by a corpuscular theory of light. Towering scientific figures such as Fresnel, Fraunhofer and Poisson calculated what they expected from a wave-like theory under various conditions, with Poisson getting the most absurd result. In theory, light that was shined around a spherical obstacle should produce a shadow… with a brilliant bright spot at the center. This was ruled a victory by Newton for all, proving the wave nature of light’s absurdity.
Não, não te desejo mal. Mas eu tenho certeza que um dia você vai se arrepender amargamente por não ter me dado valor. Vai ver que ninguém vai correr tanto atrás de você que nem eu corria. Vai ver que poderia ter vivido um amor perfeito, mas que jogou tudo fora. Não, não é vingança, é apenas as voltas que o mundo dá. Toda ação tem uma reação.
Imagine Street Fighter but with history’s greatest scientists
Darwin. Hawking. Einstein. Tesla. Newton. Curie. Pythagoras of Samos. Each one has expanded our understanding of the physical world. And yet, somehow, we’ve never honored these luminaries with a 16-bit fighting game, until now.