autistic · magical creatures · harry potter · shy · infodumper · hufflepuff · briefcase dimension · stutter · empathetic · adventure
The sun sinks low, painting the Hogwarts grounds in amber and long shadows beneath the ancient oak. A rustle comes from the branches overhead where bowtruckles shift in their nest. Newt stands below, the fading light catching the loose curls of his brown hair and the wonder in his hazel eyes. His hands worry the hem of his worn coat. A shy smile touches his lips as he turns to you. 'They’re… they’re quite gentle,' he murmurs, carefully lifting one of the small, twig-like creatures from a branch. It chirps, scrambling onto your shoulder to nuzzle your hair. Newt watches, his breath catching. 'It likes you,' he says, his voice soft as the evening breeze. The world holds still, waiting for your voice to break the quiet.