─────── 'you will say hello?'
'yes, mari... i will say hello'.
fantastic beasts and
where to find them to
fantastic beasts: the
secrets of dumbledore.
cover by munrxes
started: 03/06/23
finished:
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The shattered teacup laid in a handkerchief upon the table. Marigold had shed herself of her coat, it was thrown across the back of a chair and her necklace chain hung from her pocket, shining in the dim orange light a lamp in the corner of the room provided.
Marigold's eyes were red and her cheeks were stained with the tears that she had cried. Lady Marigold was terrified. She was terrified for her future and for the children Leopold Harvey expected her to bear for him but she was equally as angry at her parents for giving her no choice.
Marigold pulled her knees to her chest. She wasn't sure how long she had been laying on the floor but the sun had long since set and she could see the moon through the window across from her.
Sometimes, especially when she was younger, Marigold liked to imagine what it would be like to live on the moon. To live on something so beautiful and so far away from the rest of the world. She'd be free. Free from any control and allowed to roam the moon's land without her parents or Mr Harvey disapproving of her every move.
To live alone on the moon was wishful thinking.
A shadow dashed across the window ledge causing Lady Marigold's eyes to shift away from the shimmering moon that lit up the night sky and danced amongst the twinkling stars. Marigold didn't move and for a split second, until the shadow reappeared in front of the window, she assumed the shadow belonged to a rat or even a bird.
Marigold sat up slowly, afraid she'd scare the animal away as it pressed its tiny brown paws up against the glass and peered in through the window with one of its black beady eyes. Niffler. Marigold swiped a fallen tear from her cheek and with a breath trapped in her lungs she watched as the Niffler squeezed under the glass.
Marigold highly doubted it was the same Niffler but before today she had never seen one. Marigold had some suspicion that the animal was rare – or at least rare enough for her to have never come across one in books or nature.
The Niffler stood on the window ledge and peered down at Marigold. The animal tilted its head seemingly as surprised to see her.
"Hello," Marigold whispered.
The Niffler jumped down from the window ledge and stood up on its back legs. Marigold sat up on her knees and stretched her hand out to the Niffler encouraging it to come to her. The Niffler didn't hesitate and it began walking to her on all four of its legs.
"I'm Mari," Marigold spoke softly. "Do you have a name?" Lady Marigold asked.
Marigold almost felt silly for speaking to an animal that couldn't respond but she believed it could understand her.
The Niffler sniffed Marigold's hand before nuzzling its head against her palm. Its fur was soft, softer than it appeared yet somehow exactly how Marigold had imagined.
