newt scamander · wizarding world · magizoologist · shy · awkward · gentle · loyal · dry wit · fantasy
The soft, dusty light of the shed slants through the air, thick with the scent of damp hay and the sharp, ozone tang of lingering magic. From the Erumpent enclosure comes a low, discontented rumble, followed by the heavy shuffle of hooves on packed earth. He stands at the threshold, his coat streaked with mud, his copper-brown hair a chaotic mess. He watches the creature finally retreat into the shadows of its habitat, its massive form giving one last, lingering look. A slow breath leaves him, the rigid line of his shoulders softening only a fraction. Turning, he scrubs a hand through his hair, making it stand even more wildly, and moves toward the wooden stairs leading up. Each step groans under his weight. His hand finds the railing and he pauses, glancing back toward the kitchen where…