AN: all right so yes, I just saw Crimes of Grindelwald on Thursday and the writer's block for this story has begun to dissipate. I suppose there is a very light spoiler in this chapter, but if you haven't seen the movie, I don't think you will notice :) I would say in maybe two or three chapters, I'll start adding in obvious canon with my works of fiction, though, so GET ON SEEING THE MOVIE! lol Also THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE! Seriously, I haven't posted in a year and I pretty regularly get notified of people reading it. It means the literal world to me!
CHAPTER TWO
Newt Scamander's definition of 'being alone' and the real definition of 'being alone' were two different things. He rarely came across humans, Muggle and wizard alike, and yet he didn't think of himself as being alone. His small suitcase of beasts was to blame for that, he was sure. Newt would take the trust of a beast than one of a human any day. Animals were honest. They did what they want when they wanted it. There was no need to play games or lie. They were rather predictable in a sense.
He had a small flat in London, but the walls of it were bare. At this point, the bedroom lacked a bed, the kitchen lacked food, and the living room lacked seating. He told his parents it was because there had been no point in keeping those things while he was abroad, but truth was inside a ratty old suitcase felt more like 'home' than anything. And generally, where a couch or a bed or a table should be, it was that suitcase.
But Newt had just gotten back from America, where he'd spent time in an apartment that had been a home. It had been bustling with life and food and love. In America, he'd gotten a glimpse of what it was like to have friends, to have a crush on a girl, to feel important for once in his life. He may have caused some trouble in New York City, but by the end of it, he was the one saving it. He didn't have the need for fame and recognition, but it felt rather good to receive it, especially being in the shadow of his older brother his entire life. But returning to England, it was clear that the things that happened in the states were a fleeting thing.
Walking back in his flat, something unsettled him. While he wasn't alone, he was lonely. His beasts offered him friendship and companionship but spending time with Tina, Queenie, and Jacob made him realize there was another connection needed to not be lonely, and it wasn't something a different species could give him.
But what else was he going to do? Newt didn't make friends. People didn't like him. People didn't like his beasts. The things he found in New York City was a fluke. It was just going to be him and his suitcase and that was that.
It hadn't even been a day back in London and he was summoned by the Ministry of Magic, and to no surprise of him, he didn't like the things they said. Words he'd heard his entire life were thrown around -"recklessness of magic, disregard for fellow Wizards and Muggles alike, placing more value of life on beasts"- but begrudging, a few words of praise had to slip in. However, even if you did manage to help imprison the most famous dark lord and save an entire city from the destruction of an Obscure, there still had to be consequences for bad behavior.
The Ministry and MACUSA both agreed it would be for the best if Newt Scamander didn't travel out of London for a while for his irresponsibly. They flung out reasons as to why, but Newt was getting restless inside the Ministry building. He wanted to go back to his flat so he had the safety to climb into his home.
When they finally released him, he left thinking of Tina. Even busying himself in the world in his suitcase, her face was etched between his eyes. He thought about her soft lips and the way her short hair blew in the New York wind.
Newt didn't want to be trapped here. His home was where his heart was and it was not in this tiny little apartment in London, England.
His sleeve were rolled up to his elbows. There was dirt carved into his fingers that had left a smudge around his nose after he scratched it. Newt had just finished the night feeding and was sitting in long grass watching the small herd of Graphorn graze a little ways away.
Newt was silent, contemplating what could be Tina and his future. And Goldie and Jacob, of course. There were ways to keep in contact, even if they all physically couldn't be together.
Unexpectedly, a tap tap tap filled the air. Two seconds later, tap tap tap began again. He stood up and strode back to the ladder, figuring it was coming from the outside. Tap tap tap.
The tapping was too heavy to be human fingers and two thin to be a human hand, and because he felt like he could deal with most anything else, he quickly made his way up the ladder.
He slowly pushed up the door and peeked through- to be met with the dark talons of a brown owl. Newt swung the covering the rest of the way and popped his head out.
"Hello," Newt greeted the owl. He dropped the letter and scooted it over to the ledge of the entrance. Newt picked it up but before he could open it, the owl squawked at him. He looked back up at the creature and gave a slight nod.
"Ah, yes. Sorry," he mumbled, fishing around his pockets for any sort of payment. He pulled out a coin and handed it to the owl, who snatched it with his beak and promptly flew away.
Newt turned around and jumped off the remaining few pegs of the ladder, before sitting at his desk, and using his wand to break the wax seal.
He pulled out the letter.
NS
Meet me at the Leaky Cauldron at your earliest convenience.
CG
CG? …. Cassiopeia Grindelwald? Newt scratched his head. He hadn't seen her since Hogwarts. It's been years. What reason, after all this time, could Miss Grindelwald be contacting him for?
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All right, not a very long chapter but I just wanted to show y'all guys that I'm still here and you are on my mind! I hope you like it. Let me know! :)