Turns out, apparating is not for the weak.
The White Cliffs Of Dover were glistening in the early morning hours. Once she regained focus, she could hear a flock of seagulls overhead.
She had heard about the beautiful cliffs of Dover but never believed she would get to experience them.
Damn you, Dumbledore.
The morning air was crisp and a light breeze invigorated her.
She squinted her eyes and took in her surroundings only to spot two figures off in the distance.
Their backs were facing her but she could distinctly tell one of the figures belonged to Newt Scamander.
As she quickly walked towards them, she called out to him.
"Newt!"
She must've gotten his attention because he turned around rather quickly.
"Delia?" He must've been surprised to see her.
"Why am I on the cliffs of Dover?!" She demanded the young man.
"How did you get here?" Newt's voice still remained surprised.
"How did I get here? What do you think?!" Her voice was slightly raised.
"Right. Dumbledore." He nodded. "I figured his better judgment would keep you from this trip."
"Since when does his better judgment actually lie within in his plans." Delia responded flatly "Just tell me we don't have to apparate again. Clearly, Dumbledore thinks that's the only viable way of travel."
Newt looked around and avoided eye contact.
"I hate everyone." Delia had given up being optimistic.
"Well, you can't hate a guy you just met." A voice spoke up from the man standing beside Newt.
Delia must have been too busy being a pessimist that she didn't even notice the other man with Newt.
He was a short man, definitely shorter than Delia. He had an American accent and seemed quite lively.
"Jacob Kowalski. I take it your another magic folk." He held out his hand to Delia.
"Delia Donahue. Pleasure." She couldn't handle any more surprises that day.
"Yes, this is Jacob. He'll be coming with us but with all reason, he shouldn't be here either." Newt looked down at him.
"Oh man, we're still on that?" Jacob rolled his eyes.
"Still on what?" Delia felt that this trip would be nothing but feeling confused constantly.
"Save it for the trip. We need to go now." Newt picked up his case and headed off towards a strange-looking man who stood just past them.
"Who is this guy?" Jacob followed behind Newt.
A man stood at the edge of the cliffs and looked as dreadful as ever. His gray hood covered his face and Delia could tell this was nothing short of shady.
"He's the only way I can leave the country without documentation. Now, you don't suffer from motion sickness, do you?" Newt asked the two.
"If only you knew how many times I have apparated in the last 24 hours." Delia let out a sigh
"I don't do well on boats, Newt." Jacob earned himself a look from both Newt and Delia.
"You'll be fine." Newt moved over the subject quickly.
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The Donahue Articles
Fanfiction"For all I desire is to be measured by my wisdom." ∞ ϟ 9¾ Based on the events surrounding Fantastic Beasts, Delia Donahue finds her words to be more powerful than she ever thought. See you in the headlines, Delia. ☆ Based on Fantastic Beasts Franchi...
