were all but beasts

“May I interest you in the New Salem Philanthropic Society?” he mumbled, but he hadn’t expected to be given a response.

Background practice made this take longer than intended oops. 
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I…love this whole scene so much, I love them so much, I love this whole movie so much

this is part of a featurette that can be found HERE! Thank you kohl’s (randomly??) giving some good footage of the ending <3


Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (2014)

The year is 1925Fresh out of Hogwarts, Newt Scamander finds himself struggling with the banality of working for the Ministry of Magic. When the United Wizarding Republic invites him to investigate a rogue dragon living in the sewer systems of New York City, however, Newt’s boring life is plunged into chaosNew York City is dark, dirty, and dazzling, but with a little help from Nella Larson and Duke Ellington - the brightest witch and wizard of their age - Newt finally starts to feel that New York is home. Together, the Nella and Duke teach Newt how to do the Charleston, how to buy Butterbeer off the blackmarket, and, of course, how to save New York City from a hoard of angry dragons.

Newt Scamander - Nathan Stewart-Jarrett

Nella Larson - Angel Coulby

Duke Ellington - Gary Carr

Imagine you've found work in the country

You never thought that desperation would lead you to such a situation.

With a new era of peace welcoming the kingdom, there was no longer high demand for a blacksmith in the city. Your father, who had been employed by even the royal family, had lost his job. Your family had lived a comfortable life in one of the richer districts. Now, you had been forced to sell nearly everything in an effort to make ends meet. Your father took whatever odd jobs he could find. Your mother became a servant at the castle. Your siblings, older and more talented, found jobs easily. You couldn’t bring yourself to enjoy the merits of their hard work. You were young, but you were sure that you could be hired somewhere. You couldn’t lift much, given your easy life, but there was bound to be an opportunity lurking just around the corner.

That opportunity, you quickly learned, was in a brothel. After moving to the slums, there was one at the end of your street. You passed by it every day and night as you searched for jobs. The workers, both men and women, were clad in revealing clothes. Through the windows, you could see that those layers were quickly shed. You knew that they made good money, especially since you had seen some of the richest men coming and going, sometimes even bringing gifts. If a wealthy individual liked someone well enough, they could simply buy them for indefinite use. They would be showered in jewels and gold, but they would never be truly free. The consequences were too great. You worried what your family would think.

You eventually came across an advertisement for a position on a farm. The owner was looking for more help. The contract would last one year, give or take circumstances. The pay was better than any other job you could have taken, given your small list of skills. You would finally be able to help your family. The owner would give you a room in the homestead, so your family wouldn’t have to spend money to feed you. You would send them money every moon or so to help them cover rent.

“Hey,” A voice rumbled behind you, “When’s breakfast? I’m starving.”

You pulled yourself from your thoughts, glancing to the window. The sun hadn’t risen yet. Meals were always at dawn, noon, and dusk. The night was dangerous outside of city walls, so field work was only done during the daylight hours. When you first arrived at the homestead five days prior, you had been assigned as the cook. You did your job well enough, save for a few small mishaps. The work wasn’t very challenging. The hard part was dealing with the field workers. They were all more beasts than men. Even the smallest towered above you, strong enough to lift you with one hand. In the mornings, they smelled of booze. At night, of sweat and dirt. But that wasn’t the issue.

You didn’t turn to look at him, instead focusing on the eggs you were making. If you burnt them, you wouldn’t hear the end of it, “It won’t be for another hour, at the very least. You should get some more sleep. There’s still ale left in the-“

The floorboards creaked, the man moving closer. Your grip tightened on the frying pan as you watched his right hand reach around and grab your breast. He squeezed, then slipped his hand between your apron and your dress. His fingertips found your nipple, pinching. Your breath hitched. You swallowed the desire the hit him in the face with the hot pan, instead moving the scrambled eggs away from the stove. His other hand found purchase beneath your skirt, tugging your smallclothes to the side so he could thrust a finger inside of you.

You tried to push him away, but his grip was too tight. He was used to chopping firewood and steering cattle. Manhandling you was easy for him.

Besides, even if you did manage to land a hit on him, you would be the one punished. You had learned that lesson on your first day. After signing your contract, preparing dinner, then heading to bed, one of the men had gone into your room. You fought back, hitting him across the face with a broom. When you went to the owner to report the worker, he berated you for harming one of his workers. He was only in it for the money. If one of the field workers was injured, they wouldn’t be able to work as well. He told you that, also you were primarily the cook, you were also considered a morale booster. Apparently, the homestead made more money when the men had something to sink their cocks into. From what you heard in your few days there, you were beginning to suspect that the owner also partook in a morale boost from time to time.

The man pulled you away from the stove. You wrenched away from him, glaring. For a brief moment, you saw the scar that the broom had left beneath his eye. He had told you afterwards, a hand in your hair as he pushed you into the mattress, that he liked your fire. He kept talking, even as he gripped your waist and fucked you harder. He had been working at the homestead for years, but they had only recently started employing women.

The first, Jenn, quickly became a favourite of the owner and got pregnant. Still, you had seen her with the workers. She had been serving drinks as you cleaned dishes when one of them pulled her into his lap. Her dress was tight over her swollen belly as he tugged her back to meet each of his thrusts. She made no effort in being quiet, though she asked him to be gentler for the baby’s sake. Her contract was technically up a month before her pregnancy was discovered, but the owner kept her on the grounds that she couldn’t work as well in her current condition. The very thought made you shudder. With the way things were going, you wouldn’t be surprised if she ended up pregnant again shortly after giving birth.

The second and third, Trish and Corina, were a bit younger than you and rather mousy. They were intimidated by the men, which made them easy targets. Trish, who was slender, was being to show. Her dress rounded out just a bit when she stood up straight. The men had laughed about it, one of them saying that it was obvious when her dress was off. Corina, who was curvier and had a bit of pudge on her stomach, hadn’t shown any signs. Still, you figured that it was only a matter of time.

You, on the other hand, had only been working there for five days. You had bled just before leaving for the homestead, so you had a little while to think of a way to escape. At the very least, you could devise a plan that would keep you from becoming a permanent employee. You had quickly discovered that most of the workers preferred a certain girl, though they would often take advantage of any opportunity if in the mood. The one currently trying to undress you, however, only had eyes for you. After you fought back against him, it seemed that he reveled in the idea of forcing you to submit.

He bent you over the counter, his stiff cock pressing against you. Only his trousers and your skirt were in the way, but he would remedy that easily. A large hand pinned you onto the countertop. Even as you squirmed and tried to kick him, he merely laughed as he pulled your smallclothes to your knees. He lifted your skirt, the cold air causing you to hiss. Fingers stroked and prodded, rubbing your walls. You reached back, trying to claw at him. The sound of rustling clothes made you tense, only for him to brush against your entrance. You didn’t have the chance to retaliate. He buried himself to the hilt. You couldn’t help but cry out, unbearably full. When he shifted, you could feel the tip move over your cervix. It made you shudder, blinking back hot tears. It was painful, but exactly what he wanted.

He withdrew, setting up a lazy pace. There was still time before the others would wake and come downstairs. He could take as long as he wanted. Even if they found you both in the kitchen, no one would do anything about it. If anything, one of the workers would probably insist that he was next in line.

The hand on your back lifted, instead tangling in your hair. A swift pull made your back arch. You straightened, ready to slap him, but his other arm kept your elbows at your sides. You had no way to fight against him. Your jaw tightened. You swore that you could feel your stomach distended by his cock, a small bump moving upwards and outwards each time he filled you.

“Come here,” He grabbed your face, his fingers prying your jaw open. He forced you to look at him, his smirk only widening as you glared. His cock twitched, your breath caught in your chest, “Give me a kiss,” His mouth covered yours, leaving no room for refusal. His grip kept you from biting him, your teeth digging into your own skin as his tongue entered your mouth. He still tasted of booze.

He withdrew slowly, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his. You pulled your head away in disgust, wanting to clean your mouth out with soap as soon as he let you go. His pace had quickened, each thrust deep and rough. You winced, hoping that he was close. The sooner he was done, the sooner you would be able to clean up and forget it ever happened.

His arm left your sides, only to hook around your neck. Your nails dug into his skin, trying to pry him off. He wasn’t choking you, but just a little more pressure would close your airway. His other hand slipped up your dress, toying with your breasts. You choked back every whimper. Hearing you cry out only spurred him on. He would only taunt you, wondering aloud if your body wanted this, wanted to be taken and filled and bearing his child.

His touch wandered lower, settling just below your navel. With every movement of his hips, a small portion of your stomach shifted against his hand. You forced yourself to stay quiet as the end of his thrusts became rough. He was doing it on purpose, trying to get a reaction out of you.

His mouth moved to your ear, “I can’t wait to see you stuffed full with my brat in your belly. You’ll be trying to do your job like a good little cook but they’ll be kicking up a storm. A big, strong troublemaker, just like their daddy. I’ll fuck you through your labor pains and get to see the look on your pretty face when you realize that you can’t fight what’s happening, you can’t stop yourself from having my kid. The boss will be livid. You’ll owe him another year of work for giving him another mouth to feed. I just have to keep you full until my last two years are up. Then I can take you with me and make you my darling little housewife. It sounds like the perfect retirement, doesn’t it?”

“I’d rather die,” You growled. He pulled you in for another sloppy kiss, his grip and pace unforgiving. You’d undoubtedly have bruises within the day and a bit of a stumble in your gait. You pulled away from him, breathing ragged. His fingers slipped between your legs, rubbing in quick, harsh circles. Your knees quivered, then buckled. A yelp of pain escaped you as he hit your cervix, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You turned just enough to put a hand to his chest, trying to push him away. You couldn’t let him finish inside of you. You weren’t going to have his children.

But a sudden pinch to the sweet spot between your legs sent sparks up your spine. Your entire body tensed, more out of pain than forced pleasure. You tightened around him like a vice. He twitched inside of you, barely able to withdraw an inch before filling you again. He grinded against you, each movement causing you to shudder. It was overstimulation on your part. You were dizzy, even as he returned to tracing small circles.

He stilled, panting and sheathed within you. A familiar warmth pooled. Your grip loosened on his arm, exhausted. You could feel some of his seed dripping down your thighs. You would have to bathe when you had the chance. He let you go. You leaned against the counter, trying not to fall. He removed himself, adjusting his trousers. You refused to look at him, silently hoping that he would leave.

He smacked your rear, “I’m going back to bed. See you at breakfast.”

You looked to the pan of eggs you had been making before he had intervened, seeing that they were cold. You would have to start from scratch.

Author’s Note: Hello! Keira Metz here! It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, so I decided to start a new tale. Depending on the response from all of you lovely readers, I’ll continue this. Otherwise, I can whip up something new. Also, there may or may not have been some foreshadowing in this one, ehehe~

And for once it might be grand, To have someone understand,                                  I want so much more than they’ve got planned!

2x21 All Hell Breaks Loose (Part 1) 

Falling asleep on Newt Scamander would include :

(Woooo more prompts! Aawww Newt :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

-Him being so shocked to feel you that he’d instantly freeze up and wonder as to what is going on, making him turn to look over at you nervous

-Him being a stuttering mess as he asks you what are you up to, only to not get an answer and getting even more nervous as to what he should be doing

-Him calming himself down and thinking to himself that you’re probably this way because you were really tired

-Him keeping all his beasts in check to make sure they won’t attempt to bother you and holding onto his suitcase tightly

-Him wrapping his scarf around you to keep you warm and always ending up scooting closer to you to keep you comfortable, only to repeat to himself to calm down for your sake

-Him listening to your peaceful breathing to feel at ease and concentrate only on you, making him forget about whatever that might be worrying him

-Him finding himself letting his hand trail down to yours and resting there, only to find the courage to hold yours back and get comfortable

-Him slowly resting his head on top of yours and whispering to you about his plans for his beasts and where he wants to go next

-Him smiling whenever you’d snuggle up to him and blushing as you’d hold him tight, making him want to wrap his arms around you

-Him falling asleep peacefully with you and always keeping a firm grip until you’d finally wake up

Tags : @the-chewys-law​,@angel-with-broken-wings, @nekodalolita, @mad-boggart, @jokergirl26


Request: “Omg, I love your writing!! Anyways, if it is no problem, I was wondering if you could do a newt x reader Beauty and the Beast type thing? Idk I just thought it would be cool? It’s okay if you don’t want to or don’t have time to right it though!”

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: None

A/n: so it’s a little different from the plot of beauty and the beast lmao bc I didn’t want it to be the same thing but I still did the whole beast/curse/love stuff :)

Originally posted by viktorfrankensteins

“You want me to do what?” You spurted, almost spilling your tea.

“Just give him a little peck, he loves being kissed!” Queenie’s forced smile was a little much for you.

You eyed the sleeping gargoyle-like creature that snoozed on one of the Goldsteins’ couches. Its skin was covered in grey warts that oozed down its green tinted skin.

“You’re telling me you regularly kiss that thing?” Your expression said it all. The sisters shared a disappointed look, their faces downcast. “Why don’t you get Newt to kiss him?” You huffed. He had been missing for a week now, and he had left this hideous beast in his place. Maybe it was to spite you, a way to tease you for being so foolish to have a crush on him. But he didn’t know about that, right?

“Newt’s-!” Tina almost shouted, but it was as if her mouth had been clamped shut by an invisible hand, the following words muffled.

“Newt really needs you to kiss this thing.” Queenie tried to maintain her calm demeanour, but the tips of her ears were growing red in impatience.

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Newt: I swear, you two are the most fucked up people I’ve ever known and I specialize in fucked up.

Gone Girl (2014)

for @concxn

Now for something completely different

(Not taking any more requests that are not about Parks and Recreation. Please no more)


Request: Hello! Can I first of all say that your writing is incredible and I loved it so much. I was wondering if I could request an imagine where the reader and Newt Scamander have an arranged marriage, but the reader despises Newt while he adores her.

The mirror didn’t do anything wrong, yet you found yourself glaring at it. You couldn’t bear to look at your reflection, but, due to people doing your hair and makeup, you were unable to move away from the mirror.

As the finishing touches were completed, you immediately stood up to walk away from the mirror. Your mother quickly grabbed your hand to keep you from moving and gazed at the reflection of you and her. You stiffened at her touch. In the end, you looked at yourself in the mirror.

Your hair was elegant, like your makeup. The ones who did both were quite spectacular. You would have praised them both if it were not for the situation you found yourself in. Below your chin was white lace from your wedding dress. It was a beautiful dress by all means, but you felt as if it was chains, bonding you to something unwillingly.

Your mother, who was silently against the marriage, only nodded at you, hoping to give you some comfort. You wanted to scoff at her hopes. You wouldn’t be comfortable for the rest of your life. She saw the lack of effect that her nod provided and said, like every mother does at her daughter’s wedding, “You look so beautiful, darling.”

Only problem? She was not like every mother at her daughter’s wedding. This wasn’t your wedding by any account. This was your father marrying you to a stranger, a brother of a war hero. You looked at your reflection with no emotions and replied, “Thank you, Mother.”

You had tried to resist the wedding to no avail, so you decided to pretend that it was a normal wedding for Mother’s sake. Soon, you were being led to where your father was meeting you to walk you to Newt Scamander, your soon to be husband.

He didn’t offer any sympathetic glance or apology for giving your life away, but he did offer his arm stoically. You simply took it and waited for the music to play.

A wedding is supposed to be a woman’s happiest day. Yours was far from that. As you held Newt’s hands, you tried to not look pained. The vows were exchanged, yet they meant nothing to you. Newt had a dazed expression on his face throughout the ceremony.

The first kiss, which is supposed to be the first kiss as man and wife, was actually the first kiss between you and Newt. You kissed him as a person in love would and walked down the aisle with his arm linked with yours.

The reception was dull and fake. You never left Newt’s side even though you wouldn’t mind never seeing him again. You had to pretend as if you weren’t screaming on the inside. The wedding night and honeymoon were uneventful, as you expected.

Since Newt had just finished his book about magical beasts, he was in a long process of editing and rewriting. You didn’t really know how he felt about the marriage, but you assume that he didn’t really mind whether or not you were his wife. Newt would seemingly forget about you, like when he looks up with a confused expression as you walk in the room.

Since you had no one else left to blame at that point, you began blaming Newt. Perhaps if he had declined the arranged marriage, you would never be in this mess. Also, the man was practically helpless. You were the only one that made sure that he was eating at least two meals a day. It’s a wonder how he didn’t waste away in his briefcase.

Oh, the infamous briefcase. Newt never left it anywhere since it was where all his beasts were. He offered to show you inside, but you declined politely. Your days were very lonely. Even though you didn’t really want to see him, Newt was never around. He would go to bed late and wake up after you, but every moment he was awake, he would be in his briefcase.

About three months into the marriage, Newt was coming out of his briefcase and walking to bed. When he saw you, he froze in the doorway. Newt knew you found the situation to be less than ideal, but you managed to show no real emotions to him.

You were curled in on yourself while laying on the bed. There didn’t appear to be any signs of you actually crying, yet Newt felt a surge of protectiveness. Your position reminded him of an injured Bowtruckle.

Newt decided that you needed to be alone and walked to the living room so he could sleep on the couch. In the morning, you woke up to an empty bed and the smell of breakfast in the air. Newt was in the kitchen, enchanting the kitchen ware to make them breakfast.

As your eyes met, he smiled slightly before pulling the seat back for you. You were confused of how to act. What he had done was very nice. Even so, the arranged marriage was perhaps the worst thing that could have ever happened to you. When he looked at you for some sort of sign, you only nodded half heartedly. Despite the lack of enthusiasm, Newt smiled brightly at you and began eating the food that had just levitated on the plates.

Hesitantly, you picked up your fork and tried a bit of the food he had “made”. It was very good so you tried another bite. Newt sheepishly looked at his hands clutching his napkin. He had mistaken your hesitancy for a disgust of the food. “I’m terribly sorry if it’s not very good,” he apologized, “I rarely use this spell. Well, you know that and I wanted to thank you for the meals lately with this.”

You felt embarrassed that he thought you didn’t like the food when he was just trying to thank you. “No! I mean, no. This is very good, Newt. Thank you.” The dinner was silent. Even so, Newt was smiling to himself throughout the meal.

For the next month, Newt, instead of retreating to his case for the whole day, would only spend an hour or two in there and the rest of the day with you. He couldn’t help but feel guilty for the situation you were in. Neither of you really got the choice to go through with the marriage, but your life changed drastically.

You were annoyed at Newt for the month for wanting to spend most of the day with you. It only reminded you of the marriage that made you deeply unhappy. So when Newt had to spend most of the day in his case because his book required one last full day editing, you thought it would be exactly what you needed, but you couldn’t help missing his quirky personality that you were used to. Being alone was worse than being with Newt, you decided as you walked to the case.

As you walked into the case, you worried if you were intruding. He had invited you into his case, but that was months ago. Maybe the invitation had expired. You ignored the fact and continued climbing down.

The first room was cluttered and you could the miscellaneous calls of magical beasts. You decided to find Newt so he would know that you were there. You found him hunched over a table, examining something. “Newt?” you said cautiously.

He looked up and smiled when he heard you. “Y/N,” he said with a happy tone, “What a pleasant surprise.”

“I was always curious of what this was really like,” you admitted.

“Well, I could give you a tour if you would like one.”

Shocking yourself, you felt a smile on your face. “I’d like that.” You waited, but he was almost in a trance. His eyes were wide and a small smile adorned his lips. You gestured and called, “Newt?”

He snapped out of it. “Right…right!” With that, he led you through his spectacular case full of fantastic creatures. Your life would never be like it was and you weren’t sure if it was that much of a bad thing anymore.

Yawning and contagious yawning

I am becoming increasingly enamored with the “humans are space orcs” thing so I may as well throw my hat into the ring.

Human Lilly, human Blake and gizorpa hurumos were doing some engine repair one shift. It was past the humans normal “bed time” but the two had volunteered to stay up, not being the “type” if people to let work go unfinished. Gizorpa hurumos was slightly worried, due to her species’s limited exposure to humans and her lack of total knowledge about them, but they seemed to be friendly and respectful enough during normal shifts. It completely went against the stereotype that all intelligent species that are native to “death planets” were violent war beasts.

Suddenly, human Lilly opens her mouth. Gizorpa hurumos looked respectfully towards her, expecting her to speak. But she doesn’t. Instead she makes a quiet wailing sound and shakes her head. Human Blake smiles, mutters “oh no.” And does the same thing. Human Lilly laughs and the two continue with their work. Gizorpa hurumos sits confused.
“Human Lilly and human Blake, may I ask a question?”
“Yeah. Shoot.” Human Lilly responds, laying down her tools and looking towards Gizorpa hurumos. “May I ask what that wailing sound was and why did human Blake say ‘oh no’ before doing it?”
“You mean yawning?” Human Blake asks.
“If that is what it is named than, yes. What is 'yawning’?”
“Well… most of the time, it’s when you’re tired, so to wake itself up a little your body intakes a bigger amount of oxygen than usual. But Blake said 'oh no’ because when two humans are together and one of them yawns, the other usually yawns too. It’s call contagious yawning.” Human Lilly explains. Gizorpa hurumos yelps in shock.
“Is it harmful?! Am I infected?! Will I be okay?!”
“Bad choice of words.” Human Lilly says, seemingly embarrassed.
“No your not infected. It just means it easily passes from one human to another.” Human Blake says smiling. Gizorpa hurumos seems relieved, and as a joke, does her best to imitate a yawn for the sake of the group, even with her pincers in the way. The humans laugh and the three return to work, gizorpa hurumos feeling happy that she learned a new thing about the humans species.

In which my two favourite X-Men are clearly checking each other out…..not that I blame them

Can we talk about how this single Home is nothing you would expect from Jang Hyunseung?  Considering the color of his music and style up until now, it breaks away from his image and well…. reminds me of something B2st like. something about love or something lost and missing.  it sounds like something between butterfly and ribbon. Like a missing part. Like the other members set him free and let him fly away even if it darkened their world , and now he has come back to nothing and has lost everything and he deeply regrets it.  Its like a sole voice of B2st lost, far away, calling out to meet with the others. Yet, it’s in vain. 

I know b2st/beast will never be one again. I know its too late. Why did you realize too late? Why did it come to this point?

Second Chance - Part Three

(I can’t find a good gif…*sheepish grin*)

Holy crapoli. I’ve said it before and I’ll gladly say it again, y’all are amazing. The comments, the PMs, the reblogs and the likes…it’s mind-blowing that this story has gotten as much of a positive response as it has. Tank you for everything, and I hope you all enjoy chunk three! Again, lemme know if you’d like to be tagged in the next chapter!

Also, I love @sannvers because she literally sat on the floor and pretended to be an unconscious Gaston so I could figure out body movements and such. You’re a good sister. And editor.

Title: Second Chance

Pairing: Eventual Gaston x Fem!Reader

Rating: T

Words: 5,794

Summary: You try to stop Gaston from shooting the Beast and falling to his death, but you arrive too late to save him. As you sit there, sobbing, the Enchantress offers you a second chance to save him.

Tagging: @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night @with-a-hint-of-pesto-aioli @leah5684 @princessbelgoof @hobbithorse19 @captainskyline @theoncergames @geeky-girl-394 @were-allstoriesinthe-end084 @brooke-supernatural16 @certainasthesvn @jordyhaley @superlokidwholock @smilesnjh @prongspower @bitchingqueenoferebor @scarletdarkholme @hemmingbaes @bae-kage @areuslow @lovelylpevensie @uknwwhttheysayboutthecrzy1s @moonbeams-and-pie @17gnomes-in-a-trenchcoat

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Come into the light…


New Intro Written by Newt Released!

The German version of Newt’s introduction in the new edition of Fantastic Beasts (to be released March 14) has been released! Here are the most interesting points. If any German-speaking fans are able to translate the whole thing please do!

  • Rita Skeeter recently published a biography of Newt titled Man or Monster? in which she claims he was never a Magizoologist but a spy for Dumbledore sent to infiltrate MACUSA
  • Looking back, Newt thinks it was a huge mistake to bring a case full of magical beasts to New York City 
  • A year after Newt’s visit, President Picquery signed a decree making Thunderbirds and all magical creatures protected species 
  • American magical beasts were excluded from the first edition of Fantastic Beasts at Picquery’s request, who wanted to prevent “animal tourism” to America
  • Skeeter claims “Newt broke Picquery’s heart.” Newt claims Picquery couldn’t wait for him to leave America 
  • “It is true I was the first person to be able to arrest Grindelwald, and it is true Dumbledore was more than just a teacher to me.” – Newt (!!!)
  • Newt cannot say much because he would be breaking an Unbreakable Vow and revealing secrets Dumbledore confided in him