Unspoken // Theseus Scamander

Chapter Thirty-Seven - Vogel

Word Count: 1,424 words. 

Warnings: None. 

After a small journey, the 'team', if it could truly be called that, approached the large, dazzling building. Inside, Vogel – the current Confederation leader – was to officially announce that the ballots may be cast for his replacement.

"Is it just me, or is there an abundant amount of security?" I whispered, arm in arm with Theseus. Newt walked at our backs, Jacob and Lally following.

"There's three high profile people in that building," Theseus tried.

My eyes cast across a strange looking Auror. "Something is wrong."

"What told you that?" Their voices were hushed, mouths moving faster than the eye could catch up with them.

"Him," I muttered, casting my eyes to the Auror with an oddly shaped nose.

"Just because he doesn't look as handsome as I do..."

"There are at least three hundred people in this courtyard," I quipped, "and since our arrival, he has not taken his eyes from us." Theseus nodded.

"You look beautiful," he complimented, louder than before and with enough movement for anyone with good enough lip reading skills to decipher.

"It is only a new coat," I replied. "Nothing special."

"You could steal men's hearts with it."

I looked up at him as they allowed us in. "Oh, sweetheart, it's meant for breaking them."

Entering the large hall, I scanned my eyes over the guests. There was no one to note other than Santos and Liu, who were surrounded by their own people, wrapped in the curious world of politics.

"I take it we're not here for the finger sandwiches," Theseus pondered as Newt took the place in between us.

"Oh, do you think they'll have the cucumber ones?" I posed, facing the brothers.

"Cucumber?" Theseus countered playfully.

"Yes. A patient brought them into Saint Mungo's the other day and I thought to ask because they were so odd, but then I tried one."

"And?" Newt urged.

"Well, they were delicious."

Theseus smiled with an affectionate scoff before facing the room. He placed his hands in his front pockets. "Aside from cucumber sandwiches, what are we doing here Newt?"

"I have a message to deliver," he explained, tone falling serious as he watched the room. He was looking for someone in particular.

"A message?" Theseus tried. "To who?"

We could all hear as Vogel entered the room, greeted by politicians and socialites alike. Newt's gaze was fixed on the leader of the International Confederation of Wizards.

"You are joking."

"Newt, tell you're joking," I added.

"No." He made to move towards the Supreme Mugwump.

"He's like our adult child who has outstayed his welcome and has began rebelling," I commented.

"I'm going to follow him," Theseus told me, kissing me gently.

"I'll mingle, eavesdrop. Don't do anything stupid."

He walked down the stairs with his heels leading. "Considering I'm following stupid, I cannot promise that."