Soulmate AUs Day Eleven

Prompt: A potion or blood ritual reveals your soulmate.

The Potion

"Soulmates? A load of nonsense," Percival muttered. He took a sip of his pint, wondering when it had become common place for him to join the Friday night revellers in the pub just a couple minutes' walk from the Woolworth Building.

"Oh, don't be such a bore," Seraphina teased. He glared at her, then at his aurors, daring them to comment. Wisely, they kept mum, although Goldstein seemed to be struggling to keep a straight face.

"Well, I'll certainly have a crack," Lopez said. He took the shallow silver dish, and poured a capful of the potion into it. Using his wand, he pricked his finger, and allowed a drop of blood to fall in.

The potion turned pink, red diffusing through milky white, then shimmered. A face appeared, a pretty girl that Percival thought he vaguely recognised.

Lopez blushed. "That's my Shelly." He smiled dopily even as the image faded away, the potion evaporating.

"Go on sir, what's the harm?" Goldstein said.

Percival eyed the potion warily. His paranoia had reached new, although he personally thought reasonable, heights, after his imprisonment and impersonation at the hands of Grindelwald. It was the reason he'd forced himself to socialise with his co-workers. It was embarrassing that nobody knew him well enough to realise he'd been replaced.

"Do you know how many curses require a drop of the subject's blood?" Percival said, but reluctantly took the dish. He poured in the potion, and pricked his thumb.

A man's face appeared before him. He had copper curls that shone gold in the sunlight, lovely green eyes that spoke of kindness and an endearing dusting of freckles on his nose.

Goldstein gasped. "I know him," she said. "We know him."

Seraphina began to chuckle. "That's Scamander, isn't it?"

Percival found himself unable to look away until the image faded.

"Newton Scamander? The man that caused all that trouble last year?"

"You mean the man that uncovered Grindelwald's plot and allowed us to bring him to justice?" Seraphine replied tartly. "The one who figured out that you'd been impersonated, the one who prevented the exposure of the magical world to no-majs, that man?"

"Yes," Percival grumbled. Just his luck that his 'soulmate' was some sort of criminal that had managed to save them all.

"He's coming back to New York next month to give me a copy of his book," Goldstein said, probably thinking her comments helpful.

He fixed her with a glare. "He better not be bringing that case of his with him."

This time, Goldstein didn't even bother to hide her grin. "I guess you'll just have to meet him to find out."

Percival huffed, but couldn't help but think of the man's lovely green eyes. Perhaps he would.