Disclaimer: I do not own "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" in any way, shape, or form! I only own my OC, "Sophie Millicent Kingston" and the plot of this story!

Author's Note: So sorry for the gap! Thank you so much for your patience!

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"How does Felix look today?" Newt wondered as he and Sophie walked down the hall.

"His blood pressure is still fairly low, which is concerning," she answered. They turned left at the end of the hall. "Felix doesn't normally get sick, and even if he does, it's never for too long. It is worrying."

She fished the key out of her pocket as they got to the doors that held Felix. The Sanctuary had keys to the pens of the dragons instead of charms because of an unfortunate incident a few years back when a visiting class from Durmstrang decided to pull a prank and used Alohomora to unlock the cell of Phineas, one of their more nervous Welsh Dragons. The excitement of having the door opened was too much for Phineas who ended up nearly burning down the entire north wing of the institution.

She stuck the key into the hole and turned it. Just as she moved to open it, Newt reached out and grabbed her by the arm. "Wait."

Her arm buzzed where he was touching her, but Sophie forced herself to ignore it as she looked over at him. "What is the matter?"

"Are you sure you do not want any kind of protective gear before going in?" he asked nervously, looking down at her lack of protection. "Chinese Fireballs are not known to be very welcoming dragons."

Sophie giggled and waved him off. "No. I've raised Felix since he was a hatchling. He sees me as his mother. He's one of the most tame, domesticated dragons we have here." She grabbed the doorknob again. "If you wish to see Cassian or Magnus, however, we will need the protective gear. They both hate me."

"Why?" he wondered as she opened the door.

"I wish I knew," Sophie shrugged as they stepped inside.

It was unbearably hot inside of Felix's pen, but because his native home was China, Felix needed the warmth of his natural climate. Sophie normally wore short sleeves and rolled up her pant legs before going inside of Felix's pen, but with Newt joining her, she felt a little... self-conscious. She didn't know why. She had absolutely no problem with Vasile, one of the other caregivers to the Chinese Fireballs, seeing her bare arms or exposed ankles. But with Newt... it was different.

Felix had been lightly dozing before they had entered, but when he heard the door to his pen open he lifted his humongous head and opened his scaly eyes. He blinked a few times as his eyes settled on Sophie.

His eyes lit up as he saw his mother, and he sat up completely, flapping his wings in excitement. However, when the scent of another person, a man that he did not know, reached his nose, he reared back and roared. The sound of the mighty cry was loud enough to cause Sophie and Newt to cover their ears as the ground shook.

Felix dove his head toward Newt, as if he was going to attack. And he would have, if Sophie hadn't run in front of Newt and held her arms out. "Stop!" she cried.

The dragon screeched to a halt, its snub-snouted face so close to Sophie's that she could feel his hot breath. Sophie made a stern face at Felix, who barred his teeth at her and refused to yield. She pulled her wand out of the inside pocket of her blazer. She pointed the wand in front of Felix's face and enchanted, "Lumos!"

The tip of her wand glowed a brilliant white, and Sophie's eyes had to readjust for a second before she raised her wand to the sky.

Felix snarled, but the expression on Sophie's face told the dragon that she was not going to back down, so he followed the direction of the wand and looked up at the sky. The roof of the sanctuary was clear so that the dragons received a bit of daylight.

"What are you doing?" Newt whispered, his breath tickling Sophie's ear and sending chills down her spine.

"It's a calming technique," Sophie replied just as quietly so as to not disturb the concentration of the creature. "When Felix gets angry, I make him look up at the sky. The shape of the clouds help to calm him down."

"Why?"

"No one knows. One day he was acting so irritable that I had no idea what to do and ended up just pointing to the sky. He looked up and instantly calmed as he looked at the clouds," she answered.

Felix lazily looked down at Sophie, who resumed her stoic expression. His wings drooped as he bowed his head to his mother, finally yielding. He whined in apology, a noise that was made low in his throat.

Sophie smiled as she reached up and ran a hand against his scaled face. "It's all right, Felix. Everything is okay." She lowered her wand, said, "Nox", and the tip of her wand extinguished. She tucked the wand back into her pocket before looking over her shoulder at Newt, who had an impressed expression on his face. He looked like he was committing every piece of interaction to memory in order to write it all down later. "I've brought a friend today." She looked back at her dragon. "You've got to be very calm and very nice. Mummy will be very upset if you hurt her friend."

Felix made another guttural noise, but Sophie simply smiled at his response. "Thank you very much." She stroked his nose. "Mummy knows you haven't been feeling well lately, so we'll be gone very very fast. I promise."

Felix roared softly before lowering his body. He settled his arms underneath him before lowering his head to the ground in front of Newt. Sophie grinned as she looked at Newt, nodding her head at the dragon at the unsure expression on his face. "It's fine. He's calm down a bit. Though we should hurry because he's not feeling well."

Newt whipped out a notebook from his coat pocket and began scribbling down something. He walked around Felix, writing so fast and so messy that Sophie couldn't make out any of his notes.

"Is Felix like this with anyone else?" Newt wondered as he made his way back over to Sophie, who was calmly stroking Felix on a spot she knew he liked to be petted.

"Not this tame, no," she answered, and Newt recorded that in his book. "He's generally well mannered, but when he gets angry he will yield to no one but me. I usually have to be brought in to get him to calm down."

He nodded thoughtfully as he wrote. "It's strange. I've never seen a dragon - even a domesticated one - this submissive before."

"As I said before, he sees me as his mother," she reminded him. "And no creature in their right mind would disobey their mother."

Newt nodded. "That is true. My own mother inspired me to become a magizoologist. She bred hippogriffs."

"That's interesting," Sophie commented. "I don't really know what inspired me to become a magizoologist. I guess I just loved dragons enough to want to be involved with them for the rest of my life."

"It's a dedication that not many have," Newt said as flipped a page in his notebook. "It takes intense skills."

"I suppose that's true," she allowed as Felix's eyes began to droop. She quickly checked her watch, looked at Newt and said, "We should leave. It's time for Felix's nap, and he's always in a foul mood if he misses it."

Newt nodded, and Sophie loving patted Felix once more before gesturing her head to the door. The two walked out of the pen as Felix raised his wings and covered himself with them, settling in for his afternoon nap.

"That was amazing," Newt said as Sophie locked the door behind them.

"It was nothing really," Sophie insisted, tucking the key into her pocket. "Felix is just a little wary around new people. He probably would have torched you if I hadn't stopped him."

Newt waved it off as the two began the walk back to her office. "That's not the most danger I've ever been in. Once, my Niffler managed to escape on the streets of Paris." He shook his head. "You can imagine how difficult it was to reign him back in, especially without getting the Muggle police involved."

"'Niffler'?" Sophie repeated. "I'm afraid I don't know what that is."

"It is a creature native to Britain," Newt answered. "It has a long snout and a coat of black fur. They seem harmless, but they are extremely mischievous. They are attracted to shiny things, you see. It makes them perfect for finding treasure, but when they get excited, they can wreak havoc."

Sophie nodded thoughtfully, though in the back of her mind she wondered where Newt kept this Niffler when he was constantly on the move. "How is the book writing coming along?"

Newt looked like he had aged fifty years when Sophie asked her question. "I have just barely begun. It is a lot of work and while I love it, it can be exhausting sometimes. So much work to do, not enough time to do it. Especially because I'm alone."

Sophie turned her head to the side as they turned left down the hall. "Why are you alone? Isn't someone helping you?"

Newt shook his head. "Believe it or not, Sophie, but many witches and wizards don't care for magical creatures like you and I do. They find them danger, unable to be controlled and therefore need to be exterminated." He readjusted his case in his hand. "It is why I'm so invested in this book. I want to teach my fellow witches and wizards that magical creatures aren't to be feared, but loved. Embraced." Newt came to a stop, and Sophie was surprised to see that somehow during their discussion she hadn't even realized that they had reached her office. "As I said before, it is a dedication that not many people have. I feel it is my duty to do as much as I can for them, because they have no voice for themselves."

Sophie gave him a shy smile. "Your cause is a virtuous one, Mr Scamander. Should you find the need for someone to support it, know that you can turn to me."

The tips of Newt's ears turned red, and he lowered his head, his blond fringe covering his face. "Thank you, Miss Kingston. Should I find the need, I will turn to you."

The silence that followed was an uncomfortable one, and Newt cleared his throat as he raised his head a bit. "Well, I suppose I should leave. I have a few other errands to run before retiring for the night." Newt held his hand out to Sophie. "Thank you so much again for your help, Sophie."

Sophie's hand tingled as she grabbed Newt's. "You're welcome, Newt. I am always available to help if you need it."

The two bid each other goodbye, and Sophie found herself very sad at his departure. She opened the door to her office and stepped inside, leaning her back against the door as she thought back to Newt. His smile when he saw her, the feeling of his warm breath sending sparks down her back, her hand carefully enveloped in his...

Sophie shook her head free of the thoughts and went back over to her desk. She had just sat down when she remembered that she wanted to ask Alexandra something, but as she stood up she remembered.

Alexandra was sick. She wasn't at the Sanctuary.

Perhaps spending time with Newt Scamander had distracted her so much that it completely slipped her mind. Sophie bit her lip and tipped her head back, a growl of frustration escaping her lips.

Sophie collapsed back down into her chair and thought back to Alexandra's sickly appearance. What illness caused one to turn green and grey? Sophie thought to herself as she leaned back in her chair. Perhaps she'd fetch a Healer or even a Mediwizard before she went back to Alexandra's to see how she was feeling. Maybe the Healer or Mediwizard would know what was going on with her. Sophie had no experience in medicine (she never was the best Herbology student) so she thought it was best to leave that up to the professionals.

She picked up her quill and opened her notebook on Haldra. She had been delivered the notes on the dragon from one of her caretakers, so she pulled the notes to her as she flipped through the multiple pages on the temperant dragon. Haldra was one of their most tenacious Chinese Fireballs, and almost all of the paperwork that was associated with Haldra were incident reports - mostly injuries.

Sophie sighed. It was going to be a long afternoon.

TBC...

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