Migraine

Newt was very much tired of the smog of London. Desperately, he wished that the Ministry of Magic would lift the travel ban from him. While Newt loved the United Kingdom, he was desperate to explore and see the rest of the world's fantastic beasts. Slowly he walked down the lane to his flat watching the street lamps lighting up one at a time. He had been back from New York for two months now, and he bitterly missed Tina and her amazing salamander eyes.

Lost in his musings of Miss Goldstein, he barely notices the street lamps around him growing brighter and the dizziness start, until he nearly fell on his face turning the corner onto his steps. A tidal wave of dizziness crashed over him, he quickly grabbed the wall then it clicked, he noticed his burning eyes and felt the slight numbness in his left hand. Newt needed to get into is flat now before the actual Migraine started. Reaching his flat he noticed a crisp white letter magically tacked to his door, quickly ripping it free he briskly walked to his work bench.

Hurriedly, Newt ripped open the top middle drawer and pulled out a black case full of glass vials and began franticly clawing through it. "Come on!" He said annoyed as he pulled out the bottle he needed, which was of course empty. "Why am I so stupid?" He remarked letting his head hit with a thud on the bench. He had used the last of his migraine potion in New York and had not stopped to make more. His left temple was starting to pound with his heart beat, eating away at Newts ever decreasing desire to be awake. It was his fault really, he had not been sleeping as he should this week, since he had been working on the finishing touches on his book.

Newt slowly lifted his increasingly aching head off the table, he needed to check on his animals. Newt rubbed his left eye and stopped. The white paper from before laid annoyingly white in front of him with Theseus's hand writing displayed clearly on the front. Newt unfolded the clean smooth stationary and gazed dumbly at the script with slightly hazy vision. Blinking a couple of times, it cleared slightly making the letters roughly legible.

Dear Brother,

I am very sorry that Leta and I cannot have you out for dinner. This is a shame because she is the best cook in all of London. This being said, I am coming to bring you some meals tonight, as I know that you frequently forget to feed yourself as much as you feed your animals. I will be calling in around 8:00 this evening, if you do not answer the door, I am going to let myself in.

Take care of yourself,

Theseus Scamander

"Merlin's beard!" Newt was panicking. Theseus, today! On top of his already growing problems. Newt stood up and turned to look at the clock behind him and nearly collapsed. White flashes lashed through his vision and he let out a moan of pain, grasping his smarting head with both hands. He felt a pull on his pant leg; looking down with squinted eyes he saw the niffler looking at him concerned. Slowly, painfully, Newt knelt down and picked up the small animal in slightly shaking hands. "I am okay girl, don't worry." Slower this time he glanced at the clock which showed 8:15.

Newt let out a sigh of relief pressing his aching face in the body of the niffler. Theseus must have forgotten, because his brother was never normally late to anything. Nearly shaking with relief, he slid down the wall by his desk hugging the sniffling animal. The pounding in his temple had spread to the whole left side of his face now. He was sweating, nauseas, and he could feel the horrible way his neck and jaw where locking up. He needed to get to bed, the lamp on his desk was going to burn his eyes out of his sockets at this point.

Then there was a knock on the door. Newt groaned, why was this happening? He didn't even try to get out of his huddled position holding his niffler. He felt like he might lose the battle with his stomach any second now. There was more knocking, then a pause. "Newton? I know you are home your light is on.Alohomora!" The door made a loud click and the door swung open to revealed Theseus, looking like the Ministry's poster child holding two bags bursting with food. Apparently, he did not see his brothers huddled figure at first, walking to the small ice box in the kitchen and placing the bags inside before turning and shouting "Newt! Where are you?"

The loud shouting broke what little composer Newt had left. The niffler slid out of is hands as he grabbed his head. A low keening note escaped the back of his throat. Footsteps that sounded like gunshots echoed in his ears as his older brother rounded the corner. "Newt? What is wrong?" Theseus askes kneeling next to his pale shaking brother. "M-migraine" Newt slurred "be fin soon." Realization dawned on Theseus's face and quickly he turned off the lamp on Newt's jumbled desk. "I thought you said you didn't have these anymore Newt." Theseus whispered after walking back to his prone brother. "Lied." Newt replied back in a shaky voice.

Theseus sighed, slowly pulling Newt to lay in his lap, tentatively rubbing his brothers neck and jaw with one hand. Just like he used to do back before they went to Hogwarts and their relationship had become so messed up and complicated. He felt his brothers knotted tense muscles slowly release in his neck and moved down. "Newt we are brothers, I love you and I am always here for you even when you don't what me to be." Theseus felt a slight nod from the man on the floor, and there they sat for several hours. Theseus slowly working the mess of tension out of Newts shoulders while the younger man slipped into peaceful pain free sleep.

Let me know if you would like more.