Percival was once again at work and once again desperately attempting to ignore the writing he could feel crawling up his arm. It was a good thing he had been given a single desk in the corner of the room (which may or may not have been because he scared off anyone who tried to sit with him in less than two weeks) as it offered a slightly secluded place for him to be able to read the messages. Not that he was going to of course, because he was an auror and he had a job to do. And that was one of his most repeated phrases at the moment damn it.

Percival sighed, dropping his head into his hands. I mean really what harm could it do? He didn't actually have much to do at the moment and if he didn't look then surely he would just continue to be distracted. Feeling quite pleased with himself at this line of reasoning he carefully rolled up his sleeve.

No wait, what the hell? What exactly did '4 men' and 'target in middle mean', who the hell was this person? Looks like this might actually be his business after all because someone somewhere was clearly about to do something wrong. Which he realised was a rather vague statement and could really be said at any time. He also didn't think that his boss would appreciate him skipping work because 'someone, somewhere is doing something wrong.' Yeah great excuse Percival good job, might as well fire himself now.

Shaking his head to clear it of these unwanted thoughts he picked up his pen, determined to finish his weekly paperwork before the end of the day. He made it through approximately four more pages of bureaucratic nonsense before his arm once again began to itch irritatingly. It didn't matter though he wasn't going to look at it, Percival was going to keep his head down and focus on his work and "Damn it!" Almost ripping his shirt in his frustration he yanked his sleeve up and craned his head to look at the words beneath. Oh great now his soulmate this absolute idiot he was connected to for no reason was going about stunning people. That was absolutely wonderful and of course so very legal. Gathering his last vestiges of resolve the frustrated Auror scooped up his coat and marched off to clear his head with some coffee.

Later, sitting in the corner of his favourite no-maj café Percival was gathering even more looks than usual and that was saying something. Usually (though he didn't admit it) it was because of the attractive image he portrayed but today it was likely more to do with the fact that he was hunched over in the corner and muttering to himself. Truthfully he had fully intended to do his best to ignore this… problem but it clearly wasn't going away anytime soon, it was distracting at best and now they (whoever they were) had apparently knocked some men out and somehow acquired a unicorn?

Right that was it. He just couldn't do it anymore. He was supposed to uphold the law, not just turn a blind eye when a most likely underage wizard went around stunning people and stealing magical creatures. So it was then, squashed in a dingy no-maj café a week before the Great War that Percival Graves finally made contact with Newt Scamander.

'Whatever it is you're doing it doesn't seem entirely legal'

Oh. Oh damn. He wasn't supposed to do that, he'd never thought he'd do that. For many years he didn't even think he'd have a reason to do that because he'd never wanted a soulmate. Of course he still doesn't want a soulmate, never has and never will. He'd just been brought up with strict morals and couldn't ignore the fact that someone was breaking the law that was all. Nothing to do with the heavy guilt he still felt over his soulmates their obvious pain when they first started writing, absolutely nothing to do with the small bubble of loneliness he often felt, just an auror upholding the law.

Percival sighed and uncapped his pen again; whatever his reason for starting to talk to his soulmate them it had been twenty minutes and they still hadn't replied, he at least couldn't deny the fact that he was ever so slightly worried about them. After all whatever their reasons for participating in illegal activities there was a good chance they had been hurt and despite his definite lack of affection for them he didn't necessarily want that.

'Hello? I know you're there.'

Meanwhile a small unicorn on the other side of the world was puzzled. She had been hurt and frightened but then the nice boy with the soft voice had found her and then she was safe and warm and asleep. Now though she had woken up and her leg was stiff and the boy was stiff and she called but he wouldn't come. Whining she dragged herself close to him and nuzzled into his hand, relieved as he seemed to come out his stupor. She liked the nice boy.

"Oh uh h-h-hi little one, what was I doing?" Newt mumbled before remembering what had shocked him so. That couldn't be possible, he didn't have a soulmate, he'd been writing on his arm for months now. And he'd been writing such stupid little things, assuming they'd been seeing what he'd put all along what in Merlin's name must they think of him?! On the other hand if they'd seen what he'd put all along why hadn't they replied? He'd never got any kind of message and they didn't seem surprised at the fact he existed so they must have been older then him. Glancing down at the new words curling themselves over his hand just confirmed this. So why hadn't they ever said anything? Though he could see their concern in the writing they weren't concerned for him but instead for the fact he may have just committed a crime. Why? He knew he wasn't the most social of people, nor the most normal but soulmates were supposed to be your other half. Before he'd given up hope of having a mate he'd always been excited about the fact that someone out there would like him for who he truly was but obviously this person didn't want him if they'd refrained from communicating with him for so long.

'Why?'

Percival sighed with relief; at least his soulmate they still appeared to be alright after whatever it is they had done.

'Why what?'

'Why do you know I'm here?'