Just Look at the Stars
"Well, Tina, I think it's only proper to introduce yourself when meeting someone new."
"June. We do have a lot to do, but if you'd like to know, the one here on our left is Newt Scamander, a fellow wizard from Britain as well. On the right is Jacob Kowalski, a muggle as you like to call them." I leaned into Queenie's ear, whispering a warning signal.
"Queenie, he's a muggle! Are you going to obliviate him?" Although I'm not a wizard, we have talked about magic and obliviation. They said they only would obliviate me, or take away my memory of magic, when something really big or bad might happen, but nothing has happened more than a few arguments over Queenie reading our minds. I don't mind it. That way she understands what I'm feeling.
"We know, we are going to, but not yet. Just wait a little bit."
Tina regathered the conversation with a final statement. "June, you have two options. Newt here has lost his Niffler, a creature of his own." I had read about some in one of Tina's books. "We are going to help look for it, but they need to spend the night. You can either sleep in the same room as them since you have a bed and a pull-out couch in your room, or you can sleep on the couch and they sleep in your bed, or on your couch. Which do you prefer?" I was quite speechless; I didn't want any of the options. I looked over to Jacob and Newt. Newt had sat on the couch and was looking inside his briefcase. Jacob had wondered off to look out the window into the city. I knew I did not want them in my bed, and I did not want to sleep on the couch. It's hard enough to sit on it without bruising your bum. I guess the best option would be they sleep on the pull-out couch in my room and I sleep on my bed. No way was I going to allow them in my bed, that thought send unwanted shivers down my spine.
"I guess they can sleep on my couch and I sleep in my bed. Plus, it's not right now. I still have a whole day ahead of me."
"Then it's settled. Newt, Jacob. You will be staying in June's room."
The rest of the day was spent working on papers, cooking, me cleaning my room for the guests. I am not a very tidy person, especially in my room. I believe it's my space, so I shouldn't have to clean it if I don't want to. But now we have guests, so yippy.
Once it was night time I tried to stall by staying in the bathroom. I washed my face five times and applied lotion to my legs four times. Now my legs are really slippery and my face is red and tender.
I walked into my room to find Jacob already half-asleep on my the couch and Newt pacing around still fully dressed; blue coat and laced up boots were still on his small yet firm build.
"Newt, the bathroom is free if you need to change." He ducked his head looking out to the city, shining bright with lights and bill boards.
"Oh, no, no, I think I'm fine. I will just sleep in my clothes; I didn't really pack any sleep wear."
"But you have a-"I thought his briefcase was just a sort of small suitcase, but I ignored the question because I understand how it feels to want privacy. Not that I got any tonight. "Okay then, goodnight Newt. Jacob, well he's asleep so he won't hear." I slipped into my bed, piling the covers over my tiny body, pinning up my bright blonde hair into a bun for the night.
"Oh, um, goodnight to you too… June." He kept all of his clothes on and lay on top of the couch but didn't go under the covers. Maybe he was uncomfortable sleeping in the same room as me. I was going to offer him to sleep on the couch in the living room, but nothing is more uncomfortable than that pile of cushions.
At around twelve at night I woke up, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hands to clear the blurriness. As my eyes began to be able to see everything, I saw Newt going into his brief case. I got up from my bed, walking shakily over to the center of the room.
"Newt! What are you doing? Newt, are you okay?" Before I could say anything else he fell down into a bright hole, making the whole room go silent. What do I do? I thought quickly, and only one thought came to mind. I jumped into the hole, stopping midways and said, "Come on June, you can do this. It can't be that scary. Just look at the stars." I looked out the window, the panes blocking part of the view. Just look at the stars, June.