Author's note: Good evening, everyone.

Here's Chapter 2. I've been working on it for several days now, reworking it. As Boileau, the 17th century French writer, poet and critic, said: "A hundred times on the loom, put your work back!"

But I think I wouldn't do better even if I put it back on the loom again, so I'm leaving it despite my dissatisfaction.

A special thank you to MollysEpic for her support, beautiful review and shoutout.

Have a good read.

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Encounter #2: a beautiful angel with salamander eyes

Newt had apparated on the hill which over hanged a beach in Dorset. He had loved this place since the first time he came with his parents when he was a young boy. It was a little cliff over the sea, it wasn't very high but it offered a beautiful view and the sound of the waves were relaxing. Besides the place wasn't known from many people so he wouldn't be disturbed. That's was for sure. Il would bring him the peace and quiet that he needed right now.

He had had a long day and a row with his older brother Theseus about a creature. Of course, they had argued! Newt wanted to defend the said creature whereas Theseus, as head auror office, mostly thought about the safety of wizards, witches, muggles, the reputation of the ministry and his own department. His brother had tried to pull rank on him and shifted the responsibly to him.

At this instant, he was just a bundle of nerves, that's why he had left his beloved creatures in the good care and hands of his devoted assistant Bunty and came here right away, from home to have some fresh air and time to think and calm down.

At that moment, he was replaying the scene like the reel of an old black and white film. His fists clenched just thinking about his brother's words and accusations. Why did he and Theseus have to be so different and understand each other so little? Once again, the magizoologist didn't have the answer. The only thing he wish for was that his brother had gone the middle head of the runespoor, the visionary one. Like this, he would probably be more sympathetic towards his creatures and his job. After all, he was known as one of the best specialists in his field. But each time, it was the same regardless situation with a beast, he had to prove himself, especially with his brother and his father.

He quietly resumed his walk trying to think about something else. When suddenly, something bright caught his eye. The sun's rays reflected on any object below and which brightly shined. Newt squinted his eyes and protected them from the sun with his hand to search the origin of this light.

Then his eyes widened. The sun had cast its rays on the pendant hanging on the neck of a beautiful woman walking along the beach. It was the first time for a long time that he laid eyes on such a stunning woman. Normally, he didn't pay attention to the opposite sex because his beasts took most of his time and he wasn't truly at ease with human interactions much less women. Above all, an old wound had left his heart bruised for so long that he had built a wall around it to protect it and himself from hurt. He was always mocked by everyone. So, he had used all his love to his job: the magizoology.

But today things were different. He didn't know why but something had happened in him when he had seen her. If he was truly honest, something special emanated from her: strength, serenity and beauty. She was tall and thin wearing a bob with a fringe which fell right on top of his beautiful black eyes, the same colour as her hair. The pallor of her skin brought out the carmine red of her lips and her beautiful eyes were even more noticeable. Merlin those eyes, they reminded him those of the salamander, one if his beloved creature. They seemed to be like fire in dark water.

As she kept slowly to walk away from him, she let the water covered her narrow feet. Her face was relaxed and she seemed to enjoy the sunbath and the gentle breeze.

The wind blew her white blouse, her dark skirt and a few strands of hair across her beautiful face. She was struggling with them with a smile on her face. He wished he could put back this rebellious and mischievous strand of hair in place behind her ear himself, slowly and tenderly brushing a pink cheek He watched her slowly walking away from him but he couldn't look away from her. She attracted him in a way that he couldn't explain. Who was she? Why had she come here?

To him, she was truly attractive, perhaps the most beautiful woman he had laid eyes on since a long time now. As she walking away in the other direction, he slowly came down on the beach through a little herbaceous path. He let his mind flying through the different image of her that he had already retained.

He slowly retraced her steps while she was a few yards ahead of him. She nonchalantly put her hand in her pocket and, without realizing it, dropped something white that flew softly and landed delicately on the sand. Newt wanted to call out to her but she was already moving away as if she had accelerated the pace. He could not make out the object clearly, it looked like a piece of paper, but he could only be sure of it when he was up to it.

By the time he finally got there, she had completely disappeared from his field of vision and he discovered a pretty white handkerchief. He bent down to pick it up. It was a handkerchief of immaculate white silk with lace all around. And he carefully unfolded it and found two intertwined initials: PG. He ran his fingers delicately over the carefully embroidered letters, questioning the meanings. So many combinations were possible that he had one in a thousand chance of finding her first name, her last name, or both.

He carefully placed it in the inside pocket of his jacket, like a precious gift. And he promised himself that he would find the young woman who had shaken him so much so that he would return the handkerchief. But more importantly, he promised himself that he would finally associate her initials and that beautiful face with a bewitching look with a name.

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I have an idea of what I'm going to do for Chapter 3 but I think I'm going to have to ask you to be patient because I don't really know how I'm going to put it together yet.