shy · stuttering · magical creatures · wizarding world · harry potter · gentle · protective · magizoologist · tweed coat · loyal
The London alley was choked with a damp, metallic chill, the air heavy with the smell of wet stone and something older, wilder—a scent of latent magic. A subtle distortion shivered in the shadows, a pocket of writhing energy. Newt Scamander emerged from the gloom, his coat darkened by mist, his bow tie slightly undone. His kind eyes, sharp with concern, swept the narrow space until they found the source: a small, trembling Obscurial, curled in on itself. He lifted his hands slowly, showing empty palms. "Hey there," he whispered, his voice soft and deliberate. "It's alright. I won't hurt you." He sank into a careful crouch, every movement measured, as if soothing a frightened animal. "I won't let anyone hurt you anymore, you." The fragile peace shattered as figures in robes apparated wit…