'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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"Dougal... you settle down now, please." Newt lifts his case to his lap, closing the latch that had just popped open "It won't be long." The wind blew Grace's hair behind her as she sat beside the magizoologist on the deck of a ship. They had set sail for the US eight days ago and it would take another seven.
"I'm getting restless too," Grace sighs. "Did we really have to come by ship?"
"You know America's laws," Newt chuckles.
"They're dumb," she drops her head onto Newt's shoulder in exhaustion causing the man's cheeks to show a rosy tint. The beds on the ship felt like sleeping on concrete, and the constant rocking of the ship left Grace feeling immensely nauseous. "I will never understand how you stay so put together on these trips. The time zones, the constant running around. It makes me tired just thinking about it."
"Must be the adrenaline," Newt smiles.
"I hate boats," Grace reached out a finger, petting the head of the Niffler that had just poked itself out of the case. "You're feeling sick too, huh?" She questioned. The Niffler stared up at her with agreeable eyes.
"You're feeling sick? Why didn't you say?" Newt pulls back to look down at the woman.
"It's not that bad, I'll cope," she shrugs, her head lifting at his sudden movements.
"Come on, I can make you something for that," the tall wizard stands up, case in hand. He leads Grace to their shared room with two single beds on either side. "Wait up here," Newt gently grabs her arms, sitting her on the bed before disappearing down into his case.
It was moments later when Newt returned, his head poking out of the case, followed by his long body. In his hand he held a small glass half filled with a murky green liquid. Grace had screwed up her nose at the sight of it.
"You haven't even tried it and you already look disgusted," Newt chuckles, handing over the glass.
"Tell me the truth, does it taste as bad as it looks and smells?" She looked up at the wizard with raised brows.
"No, you'll be fine," a lopsided smile grows on his face. Grace lifts the potion to her lips, drinking the few mouthfuls down. Her face instantly contorts into a look of disgust.
"You're a bloody liar."
"I brought some water too," Newt laughs at her reaction, lifting the bottle in his other hand. Grace groans, snatching the water from him and drinking it down quickly. "Get some sleep now that you're feeling better. I'll be on the upper deck."
"Thanks Newt," Grace smiles sweetly at the Hufflepuff.
"Anytime," Newt diverts his eyes to the ground, shuffling on the spot for a moment before turning and walking out to let the slightly younger Slytherin get some rest.
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The minute the ship had docked itself in New York, Grace had jumped to her feet with a large smile on her face. Her case clutched in her hand as she saw the large city in the near distance.
