Hiding the truth wasn't easy
Lying about your magic
Lying about being a no maj to get by
It was your way in
Your way to see him
To see Credence Barebone
Each time you clapped eyes upon him, your heart ached a little more. You watched him from a distance as his mother terrified you. Her hate filled speeches were nothing more than rhetoric from a time that came before. You hadn't been surprised that this particular vicious circle had come back around.
Hatred always did
It remained like a storm in the night that never seemed to truly be over, it just faded until the spark was lit once more.
Pike Street, New York, Wednesday 14th January 1925
It wasn't hard to blend in with the massing crowd but not all came to hear Mary Lou Barebone preach the word of the New Salem Philanthropic Society. The resemblance was striking to the Scourers that ran riot during the salem witch trials. The need to expose and destroy witches, wizards and magic itself was at the heart of their cause.
This was revenge for the exile of those were now long dead, the witches and wizards who had gone into hiding within the no-maj community repressing their own magic whilst tainting their children's innocence with hatred and fear for anything remotely magical. The very sight of their banner sent chills racing up and down your spine but you wouldn't let that deter you away your task at hand. You had been lingering in the back, hiding amongst the crowd ignoring the rhetoric of Mary Lou. You focus was solely placing upon Credence as he stood off to the side hanging out pamphlets to those who passed the meeting by on their way to where they were heading.
You inched your way closer to him, your eyes flickering back and forth between Mary and Credence. You had to make sure that she didn't get suspicious or notice the movement as she could likely call out to you. It was far too soon for you to have any kind of interactions with that woman. You had only truly learnt his name by her omission whenever they about to leave and head back to their little church. You were grateful for this little piece of knowledge.
With his head bowed submissively Credence held out pamphlets to be taken, which were often ignored or simply taken to be discarded later. Before long you were standing before him, his eyes did not meet your own as you gently took the pamphlet from his hand, smiling softly at Credence. You were glowing with contentment, joy and happiness just to be this close to him even if it was only for a mere second.
"Thank you" It was a simple gesture, those two little words but for now that was all you could offer him. You had taken the first step, now all you had to was leap into the unknown as you continued to walk amongst the no-majs.
It was living a lie but it would have to do for now