“Are you alright there Millie ?’ Newt asked
the slight house elf, that he had known since he was a boy, holding a tray
laden with bite sized food above her bat like ears. “here let me take this’, he
tried to lighten her load, but would she hell let the tray go, ‘no master newt,
Millie must hand out the food, you must
chat and drink and eat. Master newt deserves it.’ She tried to persuade him,
‘please Millie , I’m losing my mind, just let me hand things out, you can go to
the kitchen and prepare for tomorrow. how does that sound?’ newt was almost
begging the petite creature. His parents would have get together like this a
few times each year, and he always left feeling utterly exhausted. “Millie hopes
that master newt doesn’t use those eyes on ladies very often, he will break
hearts’ Newt chuckled as the house elf allowed him to take the tray from her,
before she scurried back into the kitchen, to get a head start on the chores for
Newt felt a bit more at ease, now that he had
something to occupy him, it also meant that he didn’t have to stay and chat for
Before too long, his tray was empty, with his
task complete, he went back to the edge of the room, trying desperately to
blend in with the wall paper. Clearly his attempts were failing as his elder
brother came and clapped him on the shoulder. He was about the same height as
newt, maybe an inch or so shorter, but he had broad shoulders and a far
stockier build. With dark hair to match his deep blue eyes. They talked for a
while, catching up on what the other had been up to, until Thesesus noticed
that Newt wasn’t paying attention anymore, he followed his gaze and landed on a
beautiful young lady, a smirk grew on his face. “well little brother, whose the
pretty little thing?’ Newt brought his attention back to Thesesus, realising
that he was staring, he cleared his throat, ‘what do you mean? It’s y/n, you’ve
known her since you were seven’ newt informed him incredulously. Her parents
were old friends of the family, she was a few years younger than newt, but they
had always been friendly.
“bugger, that’s y/n? She grew up well didn’t
she’ Newt didn’t like the way his brother was looking at her, he cleared his
throat once more, not wanting to make a scene. When that didn’t stop him, newt
could feel himself growing warm, ‘Thesesus.’ He barked and gave his brother warning look, ‘sorry Newt, I
know you always had a bit of a fancy for her, but look at her, she’s grown
quite lovely’ he said apologetically, ‘she was always lovely, far more than
lovely’ newt smiled fondly. She must
have felt his gaze, as she turned to give him a little wave along with a familiar
“that’s it, you’re going over’ Thesesus pushed
him, ‘no, no I don’t think that’s really necessary, look she’s talking to
somebody already, and We haven’t seen each
other in such a long time.’ Newt stressed as his brother continued to
escort him to the young lady, ‘well then, you’ll have plenty to catch up on,
say hello from me, would you.’ He whispered into Newt’s ear before disappearing
back into the crowd.
Newt silently seethed at his brother, he meant
well really, he just wanted Newt to be happy, but he went about it like a bull
in a bloody china shop.
“Newton? Newt is it really you?’ her curious, hopeful
voice pulled him from his thoughts. He gave her a lopsided smile along with a
nod, before she wrapped her arms around his waist, slightly taken off guard, it
took newt a moment to react. He enveloped her in a warm hug, much like the one
that they shared the last time he had seen her, as she waved him off on his
first adventure, case a bit less worn, his journals pages fresh and empty. He
smiled into her hair, at the fond memory.
He didn’t want to get his hopes up to high,
after all he had been gone for a fair few months, any number of things could
have happened in that time. The way she was holding him, clinging to the back
of his jacket, so he might never leave her again, he couldn’t stop the glimmer
of hope shining through his slightly cracked heart.
She eventually pulled away, letting his jacket
go. “sorry, I missed you’ she gave him a watery smile, ‘Merlin, don’t cry, I
thought you would be happy to see me’ Newt joked lightly as he brushed her
tears away, ‘would you like to go into the kitchen? Like we used to.’ She
nodded as she took his arm and he lead her through into the kitchen, where they
had spent many of these dinner parties hiding under the scrubbed wooden table,
seeking refuge with the house elves.
“I don’t think you’ll fit under the table
anymore.’ She joked, ‘I’m sure you will though, dinky’ he teased back lightly,
she gave him a slight smack on his arm. He chuckled as he pulled a chair out
for her to sit.
They chatted like old friends, catching up
with each other, Newt telling her his tales of his months of travel, while she
told him of her career now that she was out of Hogwarts. While Millie made you
both a pot of tea and a never ending supply of biscuits, ‘mm Millie, this
shortbread is amazing, you’ve really out done yourself’, She praised the
blushing house elf, as Millie poured Newt another cup of tea, despite his
insistence that he was more than happy to do it himself.
“Millie thinks that master Newt needs to tell
miss y/l/n,’ she whispered in his ear. He could feel his face flushing red, at her
comment, heavens to Helga, he was so obvious even sweet little Millie had noticed.
He almost lunged for her small hand resting on
the table, by her tea cup, he mumbled an apology, good start. He glanced to Millie,
who gave him an encouraging smile. He took a deep breath and threaded his fingers
with hers, his mind had often wandered to what he would say if he was ever
given this opportunity, but now that he was finally here, it didn’t matter what
he said or how he said it, it would never be enough.
Full of determination, he kept her hand
clasped in his, as he stood and made his way around the table, next to wear she
sat. He knelt on the cool stone floor of the kitchen, his face level with hers.
He tucked a few stray hairs behind her ear, away from her beautiful face, he ran
his long fingers back across her blushing cheek, and dared to ghost over her soft
lips. She kissed his fingertips as they lingered, she gave him a slightly cheeky
flirtatious smile. That was the last push that he needed, he brought his lips to
hers, but stopped just short of those plump delicious looking lips, ‘are you sure?’
he whispered, his breath surely tickling at her skin. She gave a small nod before
finally closing the gap between them.
A friend of mine told me this story last year when we were discussing studying abroad. It’s been an urban legend that supposedly has true roots:
TRIGGER WARNING: VIOLENCE
A couple went to visit China. They went to a shopping mall. The woman, who had auburn hair and a tattoo of a rose on her hip, picked out a couple of dresses and tops and went to the fitting room to try them on. Her husband waited outside for her.
20 minutes passed.
She still wasn’t done. He shrugged it off.
He started to get worried.
He knocked on the door of the fitting room and no answer. He called in an employee, and the employee opened the fitting room door for him.
There was no one in there.
Confused and upset, the man spent hours looking for his wife but to no avail. The hours turned into days, and the days turned into months. He eventually gave up hope and went back home.
4 years later, the man returned to China. He went to visit a circus. He enjoyed it, except for the last moments where they had a sort of “human freak show.” There was a person with all of her limbs cut off. Her face was mutilated beyond recognition, and she was missing a tongue and eyeballs. However, he could distinctly make out a rose tattoo on the hips and bright auburn hair.