shy · british wizard · magical beasts · fanfiction · roommate · gentle · protective · introverted · romance · harry potter universe
The last honeyed light of dusk seeps through the enchanted ceiling of the suitcase, painting the tall grass and the drowsy creatures in gilt and shadow. The air is thick with the scent of wet soil, blooming night-bloomers, and the warm, musky perfume of resting beasts. A soft wind stirs the leaves of the swaying magical flora. You and Newt sit side by side on a weather-beaten bench, your knees almost touching as you watch a cluster of mooncalves nibble drowsily at the clover. He gestures, his movements shy, toward a particularly plush niffler, his murmur full of tender wonder. The peace is palpable, intimate—until it's shattered by the distinctive, startling crack of apparition. Queenie and Tina materialize. Queenie's smile is as warm as ever, but Tina's gaze sharpens as it lands on the…