A Twist In Time

Leaving The Front Line Behind

"You know," Alfie said one evening as we rested in my tent. "You're not like other girls."

"Well, that's nice, Alfred," I muttered, ignoring the look he sent me as I stirred the pot of stew. I still wasn't talking to him much and it had been four days since he ripped me away from Tommy.

"Nah, I don't mean it in a bad way, err, you're quirky."

"Do you even know what quirky means? I think we have different definitions of the word."

"See, you're doing it now, the way you speak." Oh, Jesus Christ. Was it really going to be Alfie that figured it out? I mean, he wasn't stupid, I could give him credit for that, but I hardly knew the man.

I'd known Newt for about two years and I wasn't sure if he even knew. Did he know? Huh. I should really pay attention to who knows about me being from the future.

"Alfie, if you've got a problem with me, that's fine, but don't be going around calling me weird!" I snapped, turning to glare at him as my annoyance at myself grew.

"I just mean you're a witch and you're still weird." I almost growled at him. Almost. "You seem like you shouldn't be here, is all."

"You want to know my secrets? You want to know all about me?" He didn't even need to verbally express that he did. He didn't even need to nod his head. I could see from his eyes that he wanted to know. "Well, you can fuck right off. My life isn't a game and I won't have you playing around in it because it's amusing!"

"Now listen here, love—"

"I'm not messing around, Alfie. Just piss off."

I wasn't sure what Alfie was expecting when we stumbled across this Nott we were chasing. I'd already forgotten his name - this was probably why I wasn't in charge. What was his name? Archie? James? Tiberius?

"Newt, what's the name of this wizard we're hunting?" I asked as I followed them through the woods which led to a small Muggle village somewhere in the south of France.

"Albert Nott," he said and if I wasn't mistaken, he seemed rather bored with his reply. It might have had something to do with the constant whining between Alfie and me, but I was also sure that perhaps Newt knew this Albert guy.

"Great, now I can't name my child Albert because it would be like naming him after a mass murderer," I muttered, actually feeling rather disappointed that some bastard had decided to go around killing people and had the name Albert. Did no one care about sullying names anymore?

"You're going to name your son Albert?" Alfie asked a disgusted look on his face.

"No. I just said I couldn't name him Albert after a killer. I guess I could name him after someone in the family, but that wouldn't give him his own individuality."

I swear it was almost like hearing crickets chirping.

I had to be more careful about what I said around who. Even though Newt was used to me by now, even he was staring at me as if I was crazy. And I was confident that he knew about the whole time-travelling thing.

Even if I hadn't told him I was sure he figured it out himself.

He figured everything else out, me being a seer, my Veela abilities and my metamorphmagus abilities. It wouldn't take him long to figure this out. It wouldn't surprise me if he mentioned it when the war ended.

"Shh, we're nearly there," Newt said as he came to a stop in the woods outside the little village. "What should we do?"

"Right see, I was thinking—"