'I quite fancy you, Newt.'
'I quite fancy you, too.'
Grace Alinac, Slytherin best friend of Newt Scamander since their days at Hogwarts, joins him on his travels around the world to write his book, 'Fantastic Beasts and...
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Grace groans as she reaches the bottom step leading down to Newt's basement. Herself and Elsie may have gotten a tad bit carried away last night and finished the once unopened bottle of wine.
"Long night?" Newt questions, niffler in his arms being held like a baby. Grace almost melted at the sight.
"Wouldn't say long. I was passed out before 12," she places her bag on her small desk in the corner. "Hungover though? Yes."
"A night on the town?"
"More like a night inside with Elsie and a bottle of wine. You know I don't go out very often."
"You tend to have fun when you do," Newt chuckles, placing the Niffler down. His thoughts drifting to the night his brother had forced them to go out with him to celebrate returning from the war. The drunken state of Grace was the cutest thing he had ever seen, well, on par with his magical creatures. The clumsiness, the talking with a constant pout on her lips.
"I always regret it the next morning," she rolls her eyes, grabbing some papers out of her bag. "Here are the finished sketches for the Occamy, and here are the ones for the Graphorns." Drawing had been a passion of Grace's since childhood. She would get in trouble for drawing on surfaces around the house, and in class for doodling instead of paying attention. It was only ever Newt that appreciated her art. So how could she say no when he asked her to be the illustrator for his book.
"They're wonderful," he grins, flicking through the pages. "Thank you."
"I'll get started on the Marmite next," Grace smiles fondly thinking of all the times she has seen Newt bottle-feeding the young creature.
"Have a break until we go to the US," Newt places the papers safely down on his own desk.
"We have a lot left to do, you sure that's smart?"
"You've earnt a break, Grace," Newt makes brief eye contact. "I know you're stubborn but take it."
"Okay." Grace leans forward onto the other side of Newt's desk.
"That easy?"
"On one condition," she smirks.
"Of course," Newt rolls his eyes playfully. "I should have known."
"You take a break too. Obviously not from looking after the creatures, but from the extended work. Put the quill down unless completely necessary."
"I can't, I have to-"
"Newt." The man stops talking at Grace's cut off, staring down at the shorter witch, he gulps. "No offence, but you're a workaholic. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, because I can be too. But if I'm taking a break, so are you," Grace holds up a pinky finger. "Promise."
"Promise," Newt eventually agrees after a moment of thought. He lifts his pinky to wrap around Grace's, the size difference bringing a small smile to his face.
"Now," Grace places her hands on her hips. "Did you send in your wand permit?" The lost puppy dog expression on Newt's face is all she had to see for an answer. "Newt."
"I've been busy," his eyes divert to the ground.
"Well, now you're on break. Off you go."
"I'll do it later," Newt whines like a young boy.
"You're just avoiding going to the ministry because of your brother," Grace crosses her arms. The lanky wizard drops his head, giving his natural puppy dog eyes. "Fine, but if you don't do it in the next few days, it won't get there on time."
