'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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"Here she comes," Newt smiles as he watches Tina bring the young occamy back to its family, standing next to the nest. Jacob walked Dougal back to his little home, picking him up and helping him in.
"Happy to be home? Bet you're exhausted, buddy. Come on. In you go, all right."
"Thank Salazar they're all back," Grace sighs beside him. She admired the sight of Newt in his woolen blazer that he often wears under his coat. He had taken off his blue coat when they had entered the case, allowing his physique to be better seen.
"Quite right," Newt grins. Tina, Jacob, and Queenie were enamoured with everything in the case, reactions that Newt and Grace loved to see. "Ow!" Newt ripped his hand from his pocket, an angry Pickett jabbing his leafy hands into the skin, squeaking what Grace could only think to be curses. "Right. I think we need to talk."
"I think that would be best," Grace chuckles.
"I wouldn't have let him keep you, Pickett," Newt sighs, wandering to the front of the thunderbird enclosure.
"I certainly wouldn't of either. I would've hunted him down, Pick," Grace smiles, earning a chirp from the bowtruckle before he goes back to being snotty at Newt.
"Pick, I'd rather chop off my hand than get rid of you. After everything you have done for me, now come on." Newt pleads with the leafy creature. "Think we've talked about your sulking before, haven't we? Pickett..."
Grace watches with a fond smile on her face at the sight.
"Come on, give me a smile. Pickett, give me a..." The bowtruckle sticks out his small green tongue, blowing a raspberry. Newt lifts Pickett back up to his shoulder. "Alright, now that is beneath you."
"I'm gonna go check that Dougal has settled in," Grace sticks out a finger, tickling the little torso of Pickett as she continues to laugh from his actions.
"Alright, be careful, he might be a bit shaken," Newt warns, with a nod and a grin, Grace heads off to see her best friend.
Queenie, who had made her way back to the hut beside Frank's enclosure, spotted a photo frame containing a picture of a young woman. Although the image was black and white, you could tell she had a slightly darker skin tone with blackish, or maybe it was dark brown hair. Newt had begun shelling the nuts on his workbench outside the hut, getting them ready for the creatures.
"Hey, Newt?" Queenie asks from the doorway of the hut. "Who is she?"
"Oh, that's no one," Newt answers with the shake of his head.
"Leta Lestrange?" Queenie hears from Newt's inner thoughts. "I've heard of that family. Aren't they kinda, you know?"
"Please don't read my mind," he requests. The two pause for a moment, deep in thought. Queenie couldn't help herself, stepping out of the hut to walk over to Newt. "Sorry, I asked you not to."
