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Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (2016)

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In 1926, Newt Scamander arrives at the Magical Congress of the United States of America with a magically expanded briefcase, which houses a number of dangerous creatures and their habitats. When the creatures escape from the briefcase, it sends the American wizarding authorities after Newt, and threatens to strain even further the state of magical and non-magical relations.

http-drarry  asked:

What's your opinion on Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood? I love it because can you imagine the constant bickering? 'Whats more important Quidditch or exams, Oliver?' 'QUIDDITCH!' 'WRONG!' 'YOURE WRONG!'

Truly tragic. 

One time during one of their rows Percy yells something like “go marry your broom then”, which makes Oliver space out for a few seconds and Percy, to his horror, realises that he’s seriously contemplating it. 

The next day, after they make up, Oliver asks if Percy would come to his quidditch match, but Percy can’t come, he has an Important Work™ to do. What’s more important to you, asks Oliver, me or your paperwork. Percy gives him a “are you taking the piss out of me right now” look and Oliver, to his horror, realises that he might not be the most essential thing in Percy’s life.

See also: 

- Oliver gives Percy a broom as a Birthday or/and Christmas present, but ends up flying it himself most of the time; 

- Percy being rubbish at playing quidditch but still having to play a chaser during Oliver’s impromptu training sessions (these usually boost Oliver’s self-confidence because he saves literally every quaffle thrown by Percy seeing as the latter is rubbish at it); 

- Oliver listening to Percy’s rehearsal of a speech he has to deliver the following day, but falling asleep in the middle of it; 

- “is this a motivating speech you’ll be giving your quidditch team? I’ll rewrite it” “but you don’t know a damn thing about quidditch tactics” “I know something about speeches though”;

- Percy falling out of bed in the middle of the night with a yelp because something icy cold touched his bare shoulder blade - Oliver accidentally took a quaffle to bed again;

- Percy doesn’t understand jokes and takes everything literally, so when Oliver tries to be flirty with him and says “you date me because I’m a KEEPER” Percy’s just like “um I’d date you even if you were a chaser? I really don’t have a type when it comes to quidditch player positions” and Oliver is simultaneously smitten (because of the first part of Percy’s reply) and bemused because gdi Percy haven’t all those years living under the same roof with twins done nothing to your sense of humour;

- post-war Percy being slighly down after a visit to George’s joke shop because Fred’s absense still feels too intensely, and because he still remembers that Fred’s last words were directed at him, and Oliver not trying to distract him with usual quidditch talk because, contrary to popular belief (probably spread around by Percy) he is not an insensitive idiot;

- wow this got sad really fast;

- also why is this post so long;

- I was going to make a point on why they wouldn’t work but I played myself yet again.

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SuperCorp Hogwarts AU “Welcome home.” Kara turned and smiled, grateful to see the brunette, who hugged her tightly. “I missed you.” “Me too.” They both pulled back and took each other in for a moment. The snow settled on their shoulders, as Lena took Kara’s hand and they walked to the castle together, chatting animatedly about their Christmas breaks.

Different, But Equal (Newt Scamander X Reader)

@kawaiichick101 asks/requests: I have a request for Newt Scamander. I was wondering if you could possibly make one where you’re an apprentice of newt but you’re mute. You grow jealous of Tina and want to admit your feelings to him before something happens. So you yell out the door as he’s leaving" I just wanted to tell that I love you, you big idiot!“ You starting to regret what you said and lots of fluff please! If you don’t have time or don’t want to do it, I understand.

Here it is! I hope you like it! Great prompt idea, hopefully I didn’t mess it up lol.

*****

“Crucio.”

You tremble and you feel the familiar feeling wash over your entire body. A blood curdling scream escapes from your mouth for the millionth time that night. Immense pain is forced down upon you again and again, and you can’t do anything to stop it. Instead of fighting it, your body finally surrenders and you collapsed on to the ground, your head feeling like shattering glass as it hit the ground.

Your punisher sneers and takes a fist full of your hair, lifting only your head painfully off of the ground. He lowers his head next to yours so his breath tickles your ear. You shudder, whether it was from disgust or the spazzing pain of your muscles, you didn’t know.

“If you knew how to keep your mouth shut, you wouldn’t even be in this mess,” he whispers harshly. “But then again, where would be the fun in that?”

He releases your hair and points his wand at you again.

“I’m teaching you a lesson. Crucio.”

The excruciating pain returns. A scream erupts from your throat, ripping it raw and harsh. You tasted blood.
This was it, this was your end, your path to insanity.

A beautiful dazzle of white light appears around you and your abuser abruptly stops the curse and attempts to flee, but about a dozen Aurors block his path.

“How dare you use an unforgivable curse on a fifteen year old girl!” one of of the Aurors say loudly. “You will be sentenced to Azkaban.”

Some Disapparate with the man, while others looked around, lighting their wands, desperately trying to find you in the darkness.

You wanted to yell for help, tell them the pain you were in, but when you opened your mouth, nothing came out.

But the time they found you, you were curled upon the ground, hot tears streaming down your face.

“Are you alright?”

You wanted to tell them you weren’t, but you couldn’t talk. You were forcing your body to make a sound, create one word, but it fought back. It was useless, it felt like there was a wall at the back of your throat.

Instead, you coughed and blood drips out of your mouth. Your throat was burning like fire.

“We’ll get you help right away.”

All you could do, was nod.

*****11 years later*****

“Do you think you have what it takes to be the apprentice and assistant of one of the only Magizoologists in the world?” a cheerful lower Ministry classed man asks you as he leads you through the crowd.

You shrug and produce a tiny smile.

“Oh right, I keep forgetting that you can’t talk, sorry.” he apologized sincerely.

You just smile and shake your head, it didn’t really bother you.

The two of you finally arrived at the office of the Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. You hear bickering on the other side of the closed door. You take a deep breath.

Becoming the apprentice of a Magizoologist was a dream of yours, you had always loved creatures, and what better way to learn about them than from an expert? Also, this particular Magizoologist was given an assignment to write a book and going to on an expedition to find magical creatures. It sounded exciting, although maybe a little bit out of your comfort zone.

“Good luck!” the man beside you whispers, handing you your personal file and you flash a smile towards him, signalling thanks.

You open the door to see two men talking. One of them had beautiful red-brown hair, with soft curls that lay perfectly across his forehead. He has freckles that were perfectly painted across his face and shining green eyes full of inquiry. He was also well dressed, wearing a beautiful blue coat and a cute little black bow tie. The other older man however, wasn’t as attractive as he was scolding the redheaded one.

“Just choose one already! There have been at least a hundred so far and you’re telling me that not even one of them are right? They’re all the same to me!” the older man screams and you grimace, this man was the Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and he wasn’t the brightest or happiest wizard on the planet.

“Please, can’t I just do it alone? I’m perfectly capable. And besides, I can’t stand to turn down another witch or wizard with huge potential, I don’t want to be the reason for them to stop believing in their dreams, it just makes me feel terrible.” the red-brown haired man sighs sitting down at a desk that was overflowing with paper.

“(Y/N) (L/Y)?!” your boss yells, finally noticing you. “What are you doing here?”

You sigh and take out your wand, you hated doing this. You twirl your wand in the air and you write sentences in mid air, your letters suspended and sparkling.

I’m here for the opportunity to become a Magizoologist’s assistant and apprentice, sir.

“Hmm,” the older man snorts. “Well in that case here he is. This is Newt Scamander.”

You look to the attractive man sitting down at the desk as he raises his head to meet your eyes. He notices the letters of your previous sentence fading in the air and his eyes widen with curiosity.

Hello there Mr. Scamander, would you do me the honour to consider my application?

Newt takes your file from you and reads it for legitimately 5 seconds before snapping his head up to look at the grumpy man beside him.

“She’s the one.”

“If you say so,” he says, rolling his eyes and leaving the office. “Find out more about her before making your final decision.”
With that he strolls out of the room.

“Please,” Newt says gently, gesturing to the seat in front of him. “Sit down.”

You do.

“So, Miss (L/N),” he says, carefully reading over your file. “It appears that you are incapable of speech from a young age due to…oh dear, I’m terribly sorry.”

It’s alright. I hope this doesn’t affect my position though.

He smiles reassuringly.
“Don’t worry, it is completely fine. If anything it’s better for the creatures to be around someone who kind and quiet. Quite frankly, I don’t like talking all that much myself, I just make a fool of myself and continue blabber on uselessly, uh oh I’m doing it again.” he chuckles and you smile.

I was wondering if it was alright if I didn’t communicate this way.
You write, skillfully twirling your wand.

“And why is that?”

I only tend to do this when people can’t understand me, when they don’t have enough feeling or thought within them to comprehend. I believe that it is not impossible for people to communicate without words, when I write, I feel that none of true feelings show and there is a barrier wedged between me and what I write. I’d like to be treated as an equal.

“Of course Miss (L/N), do what makes you comfortable. I totally agree with you and I will accept you for who you truly are.”

You are different from the others, I knew it as soon as I met your eyes. You’re an interesting man, Mr. Scamander and I thank you, thank you for not treating me as though I am different. And please, call me (Y/N).

With that, you gently tuck your wand away and your words slowly start to fade after his eyes skim through the beautiful letters, rereading it over and over again until they finally disappeared.

“Newt.” he simply says with a smile, extending his hand towards you. You grasp it firmly and shake.

“Let’s see here,” Newt continues, making it feel like your little conversation had never happened. “You graduated from Hogwarts with extremely high marks, hmm wow. You can also perform spells and charms without the use of the actual words, impressive. It takes great practice and brains to be able to do that.”

You blush, enjoying the praise, as he continues to skim his eyes over your file.

“I know that I’ve only met you only a few minutes ago (Y/N), but you’re bloody brilliant! You’re the one I choose, no question about it. Now let’s go! There is no time to waste, there are creatures to be found!”

*****

You and Newt had grown awfully fond of each other in the last few months. You had a quiet and sweet friendship, even though you were technically still his student. However, you started to fall head over heels for the man with the beasts and it killed you each time you wanted to tell him your feelings but couldn’t.
There had been countless opportunities when a simple statement could’ve changed everything, but you were disabled to say it and you could only watch helplessly as the man you loved never knew about your feelings.

But this time, it was worst.

You stood on the ship, jealously watching Newt gently stroke Tina’s hair and you stifle back a sob that was threatening to escape. You watched on, feeling completely and utterly powerless. All you could do was watch, watch the man you love fall for someone that wasn’t you. You thought it could work out, you thought you had a chance but there was no way now. You couldn’t compete with a strong, beautiful Auror like her. She could even talk, that had to be another bonus. Tina was the definition of perfect.

When Newt finally boards the boat, he has a huge grin plastered across his face. You look away from him. You felt more speechless than you already were.

“Well, that was some adventure, wasn’t it?” he says, with a look of pure happiness in his eyes.

You don’t flash him with a smile, a move that you had perfected over the years. You don’t even turn to face him.

Feeling confused, Newt turns you so he could see your face.

“(Y/N)?”

You get up and walk away to the edge of the boat and look out towards the sea.
The two of you don’t even look at each other for the rest of the ride.

*****

“(Y/N), please tell me what’s wrong. You’re killing me.” Newt pleads to you from behind as you feed the Occamies.
You were back in England and in the safety and comfort of Newt’s case.

You don’t respond.

“Fine!” he snaps suddenly. “I’m sorry for trying to help out a friend! Have it your way, give me the silent treatment.”

Just a friend, his student, that’s what you were.

He stomps towards his shed and angrily opens up the door. He wasn’t used to you acting this way, it was weird and unnatural; he hated it.

“Ever since I met you, I just wanted to tell you that I love you, you big idiot!” the series of words escape from your lips, shocking both him and yourself. Your voice was coarse, husky and dreadfully unfamiliar. You knew that this was an exciting moment, you could talk! However all you feel is immense regret, what if you had just ruined what you originally had? What if he had already completely fallen for Tina?
You gasp putting your hand to your mouth.

“(Y/N)…” Newt says gently, slowly coming back towards you. “Did I really just hear that, did that really just happen? Do you mean it? Please tell me that it wasn’t all in my head.”

You don’t want to respond, you were red in the face and your voice sounded terribly unappealing.

“Yes,” you finally say, flinching when you hear your voice. You hated it, it sounded horrible.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Because I couldn’t, how effective would words in the air be? They soundly be able to bear the weight of my feelings. And simple gestures? No, that wouldn’t have done much either, after all, I’m just your apprentice, nothing more.” you look turn away from him.

He doesn’t speak. He stares at you with those beautiful green eyes.

“I’m leaving tomorrow,” you say. “I don’t care if I haven’t finished my studies, and besides, you don’t need my help to finish the book. I’m just glad I was able to tell you, even if you don’t-”

“But I do.” he says, abruptly cutting you off.

“I loved you the minute you told me that you wanted me to treat you as an equal. The second you told me that I was different. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, I was just scared of how you might’ve reacted.”

“And why is that?” you croak, your heart fluttering faster. He loved you, he really did.

“I didn’t want to seem like I was taking advantage of you, I wanted to grant your wishes and treat you as an equal, because you’re a beautiful person with an even more beautiful heart.” he breathes out, sounding relived. “I’m terribly sorry if it looked like I had feelings for Tina. I love her, as a friend, that’s all.”

“So friends romantically stroke each other’s hair now? I’ll add it to the list.” you smile and laugh as he turns beet red and starts to splutter. “I’m kidding!”

“Again, I’m sorry I did that, she just reminded me so much of you; strong, intelligent, caring. I felt like I was looking at you only, and my mind wanted it to so desperately be you…”

He shuffles closer to you and wraps you in an embrace. You melt into it, snuggling up against his warms chest.

“You really think I’m all those things?”

“All those and more. Also, you mastered Magizoology a long time ago, you are no longer a student (Y/N), I umm, never exactly told you so you wouldn’t leave me.” he blushes and you laugh. Your laugh brought new and unfamiliar music to his ears. But it was only filled with beauty.

“I love you Newt, and I’m glad I am able to tell you this heart to heart.”

“I love you too darling, and might I add, you have a beautiful voice.”

*****

Thanks SO much for reading!

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