(Name) was in a suitcase. It was not an ordinary suitcase because if it was she wouldn't have fit. It was Newts. And he was anything but ordinary.
It turned out that he was a magizoologist. He was a wizard who kept numerous creatures that he wanted to study and then set free somewhere that they'd be safe. All the information that he collected would go into a textbook that he would eventually sell to the wizarding world.
'Care to dance, m'dear?'
He had his sleeves rolled up and leaves and feathers in his hair. (Name) thought they looked like occamy feathers.
'But, of course good sir'
Newt faux-bowed and took her hand. For a man who worked with magical creatures his hands were surprisingly soft.
The record player that lay unused on his desk sprang to life and he began to spin (Name) in circles.
The grass beneath (Name)'s feet was damp and she had to hold onto Newt's hands to stop herself from slipping.
Holding his hands tighter she looked up into his eyes. They really were a brilliant shade of green. Noticing her staring Newt smiled. It was like a small galaxy had exploded. (Name)'s heart fluttered and she lost her concentration. This was all it took. She fell down the hill, dragging Newt with her.
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