Unspoken // Theseus Scamander

Chapter Five - Suspicions

Word Count: 2,626 words. 

Warnings: None. 

It was big. Graves' office. Similar to the Ministry of Magic in London, MACUSA had winding corridors and open work spaces. Also similar to home, there were certain doors along these corridors that opened up into large room. That was where I found myself now. Inside one of these rooms.

Percival's office was very similar to Theseus'. Of course, it was easy to tell the difference between them. Mainly the fact that the man I know stood with was much cleaner than the Ministry of Magic's Head Auror. If there was one thing that I knew about the older Scamander brother, it was that he was the messiest person I had ever met and often, I found myself cleaning up after him. Whether that was tidying his office so that someone could simply walk around in it or covering his ass when he had forgotten about something Leta had said, I always helped.

"You seemed to know the man," Graves spoke up, turning my attention to him. He had settled himself behind his desk, rifling through the piles of paperwork in front of him. "The one that Miss Goldstein brought in."

I took a deep breath, swallowing as I moved closer, fiddling with the corner of a singular file. I picked it up. "We went to Hogwarts together. Wizarding school."

"I've heard of it. A most prestigious school," he replied.

I opened the file I held, noticing the first newspaper clipping inside. The Second Salemers. "I suppose you could call it that," I muttered in response.

"You didn't like school?"

"I have bad memories, that's all." I tried to put an end to the conversation topic but Percival didn't seem to take the hint.

"Wouldn't have to do with the Headmaster, would it?" he posed.

My eyes were on the paper in front of me but I wasn't looking at it. Instead, I couldn't help but notice how his eyes turned upwards to look at me as he asked his next question.

"Dumbledore?" I retaliated, watching how he tensed. Percivial Graves didn't know Albus Dumbledore, or at least as far as I knew.

"They say that he is possessive. Secretive," he listed.

"Protective," I corrected, turning to look at the man. The tension left him almost immediately as he straightened. "He is extremely protective of his students. As for his secrecy, he has good reason to be so."

The Auror perked a brow. "You seem to know him well."

"What's it to you?" I posed, turning my body to face him fully.

He shook his head. "I like to listen to rumours. I'm only curious as to whether they're true or not."

"I find that rumours are often just that," I paused, placing the file down in front of him and leaning either hand against the table. "Rumours."

He didn't reply to me that time, instead keeping a firm gaze on me. Graves smiled, tilting his head. "Rumours have to start somewhere."

I took a deep breath before turning my eyes down to the Second Salemers. "Witch Hunters," I began, clearly steering the topic of conversation away. "I mentioned earlier that perhaps one of her children is the Obscurus. What thoughts do you have?"

He nodded. "The same as you. It makes sense. The repression that they would be under if they discovered that they had magic. Even if they did not discover it, the sheer fear that they could would be enough," he explained.