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Newton A.F.SCAMANDER

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Newt's delicately moving fingers glided across the page of an old battered sketchbook, quickly trying to get the proportions of a sketch right by finger space.

"No, no, that'd never work," he sighed, scratching his head in confusion. "Their eyes are much bigger..."

His wild eyes roamed the page, desperately trying to find a starting point to fix his mistakes as he felt the rumble of the train starting beneath the soft velvety seat.

"Where am I going wrong here?" He asked himself, placing the tip of his wand between his teeth as thunderous footsteps stampeded against the flooring outside of his lonely compartment.

"Talking to yourself, for a start, mate." Came a disembodied voice, lost in the crowd of laughter that was rushing passed his door. 

Newt blushed and sunk into the cushiony seat, embarrassed. He turned to the window and let out a breathy sigh; he had planned to sit with his brother, but perhaps he was catching up with friends, a reason, which, Newt could excuse him for.

No matter, he thought, pulling his eyes back to the beaten notebook, he wrapped his fingers around the end of the quill and began writing about mooncalves.

He lazily raised his wand to the door and slid them shut as a girls laughter echoed passed, his eyes not leaving the page and his hand not stopping writing.

"Oh, the rest are all taken, go find your friends, I'll take Dorothy with m- oh," Said a muffled voice, making Newt's heart begin to race as he threw his things back in his case. He sat as still and as natural looking as he could as she slid open the door.

In came two girls, one, obviously much younger than the other.

The older one, seemingly embarrassed, blushed and shoved the smaller girl in first, making her trip as she slipped onto the seat.

Red, long wavy hair clumsily hung over a bony, warm face. Glinting green eyes, set wickedly within their sockets, watched his reactions carefully.

Smooth, milky skin graciously compliments her eyes and hair and leaves a fascinating memory of her fortunate looks.

Her head was slightly bowed to look down at him, a polite smile etched at plump pink lips that Newt couldn't help but return.

He sat in awe at the tall creature in front of him, unable to think of anything to say without it sounding awkward and forced, so he left her to talk first.

He knew who she was, he was quite sure she wouldn't know him, though.

This was Leonora Diggory, oldest of five younger sisters and mischievous Gryffindor who was always up to no good.

There's something different about her, perhaps it's a feeling of comfort or perhaps it's simply her persistence. But nonetheless, people tend to welcome her, when she's around.

"Uh, sorry, can we just sit here? Theres nowhere else left," The redhead smiled, and Newt looked towards the younger one who had settled beside the quickly fogging up window to wave to her parents.

Behind silver-wired glasses there were large hazel eyes that were blinking away tears, her short red hair was tied into a plait at the back of her chubby little neck.

Newt couldn't help but turn back to Leonora and nod.

"Ye-yes, come in, I mean it's not my train so sit wherever you like, I suppose," Newt replied after a moment of strange looks from Leonora.

Leonora laughed a little as she bowed down to shove her trunk under her seat, before rising and sitting down across from him.

"Leonora Diggory," She grinned, taking him by surprise, "This is Dorothy, say hello, Dorothy," 

"Newt, Newt Scamander," He replied, smiling at the younger one as she greeted him.

Newt slowly but surely pulled his notebook back out and began writing again, making the two girls eye each other and then him, strangely.

Dorothy and Leonora then began a conversation, leaving Newt alone to his business, but after a while, Leonora got bored of playing I spy with Dorothy, and began watching as Newt wrote in perfect hand writing due to the trains smooth journey.

It was around one by this time, and Newt continued on in silence, not bothered; it wasn't uncomfortable, just a little different from his usual trip, not that he minded, of course.

"Alright, I've got to ask," Leonora sighed, cutting Dorothy off from her ramblings, and then ignoring the young girls yells, "What is it you're writing? You didn't get summer homework, I know because we're in the same year." 

Newt stopped, surprised and a little bashful. His caramel curls falling down across his eyes as he looked up, like a deer caught in headlights.

"Just about some mooncalves," He said, smiling.

"Ah," Leonora said, nodding, "Those things that look like..." she trailed off, not quite remembering the muggle animal.

"Llamas?" Newt supplied, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Probably, have you got a photograph of one?" Leonora asked, moving over to his side, looking through his notes.

"No, but I'm trying to draw one, it's not going quite to plan, though." Newt laughed, flipping through the little book to show her.

"Yes! That's it, it's not so bad, I managed to recognise what it was, I suppose," Leonora quietened down with flaming cheeks, making Newt smile.

"Thanks," He replied, nodding at her, and for a moment that felt like forever, her emerald eyes met his icy blue ones in silence.

"You're not allowed a boyfriend, Leo!" Dorothy broke the silence in a loud cry, making Leonora turn around to face her with heated cheeks and a glare.

"Because I look at someone, it doesn't make them my boyfriend." Leonora spat, embarrassed. She awkwardly shuffled away from him, but remained on his side, occasionally glancing at his workings.

Newt chuckled, trying to diffuse the tension, and scratched the back of his head. Maybe he should find another compartment now, he thought.

Shaking his head, Newt returned to writing notes and drawing, not paying attention to the two girls bickering

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A/N

he's a little ooc because I like to imagine it took him time to break out of his shell, and it's fun to write character development in a story, makes it more real, I think lmao

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