Fantastic (Newt Scamander X Reader)

Escape?

While walking down the street, we noticed commotion down near a little apartment complex. There was a policeman, guiding people. He was assuring the people that it was a simple gas leak that caused the damage, but people seemed to persistent to give in, convinced it was something else.

When we got near the people, I noticed Newt take his wand out of his sleeve and quickly change the mind of the pedestrians. Suddenly, everyone only thought of it as a gas leak.

I followed Newt inside and up the stairs. The damage I had seen looked nothing natural, yet it also looked unlike any dragon's mess. I let out a quiet sigh, I was slightly hoping for a clue about dragons.

The further we went, the more damage could be seen, until we reached the place where it all happened. Walls, broken. Everything was on the ground, in shambles. Tina had not yet caught up to us, and Newt repaired the area.

"Newt!" His head swung my way, "I think there's someone you may want to see..." Newt stood beside me, looking down at the man who had caused us so much trouble at the bank. I looked around, wondering what could have caused the damage, yet Newt looked at the male. He had bite marks.

Tina ran into the room, "It was open?" She sounded furious, with a hint of fear behind her courage. She seemed to fear creatures, just as every other witch or wizard was taught. Truly, creatures are harmless unless provoked by rude and obnoxious people. The same goes for non-magical creatures, like the ones at the zoo my mother would take me too. 

"Just a smidge," Newt replied. I was lost in his accent, he spoke so differently compared to us Americans. Like, who the hell says smidge. The british. However, his accent was more cute than annoying, it gave him personality, and it suit him very well. His accent so perfectly matched with his freckled face, ashy curled hair, and smile. Everything about him just made him seem so kind, so easy to open up too, so easy to lose concentration in--

I noticed myself getting lost in thought, when I looked back over, to Newt having some creature in his hand. "Please! I want to be out, I'll be good! I was just hungry," it squirmed around. I conjured up a cookie, into my hand, and gave it to the little creature, who munched on it happily while Newt put him into the case. "Thank you!" He said, happily, with a mouth full of cookie, and a face adorned with crumbs. I smiled, I really did love animals, nearly as much as I loved dragons.

I heard the man introduced himself has Jacob, and how we were to not obliviate the poor man, as instructed by Tina. She seemed to contradict herself quite often. Jacob seemed a bit sick, most likely from the bite. "(Y/n), why did you give the Murtlap a cookie?" I looked at him, wide eyes.

My mind started racing, I couldn't tell him that the Murtlap told me he was hungry, "Instinct," I lied. I kept a calm composure on the outside, while my mind freaked. 

"You have good instinct, a way with animals," he complimented me. I laughed to myself, nervously.

"The bite looks really bad," Tina said, holding onto the neck of our no-maj friend.

"Murtlap bites aren't serious. If it were, he would be shooting flames out of his anus," Newt said, casually. I wondered how he could do it, act so calm upon any situation. Our friend nervously check out his arse, scared of flames shooting out of the place he'd so fondly sit.

Tina looked worried at the man, and Newt spoke up, trying to ease the tension. Possibly to also get away from Tina, as she seemed to constantly be breathing down our necks, "I can keep him, for 48 hours. It shouldn't last too long-"

She cut Newt off, "Do you know anything off how Americans and no-majes interact," I grimaced. It was so awful, the way our community treated people. Most people are bound to have changed from when the Salem Witch trials were popular.

All due to the hate between two types of people, I was forced to learn how to do spells without incantations. 'It's for your safety!' They'd assure. 'They can't be that bad, can they? It's been a hundred years,' I'd always protect the poor people. It was my reason for becoming a dragonologist, to travel away from the segregation between the magical, and the non-magical.

"(Y/n), are you alright? You've seemed to have spaced out," Newt looked into my eyes, his full of worry. He held onto my shoulder, reassuringly, "We can talk later, sound okay?" I nodded. Newt had to have been the kindest person I had ever met, he truly showed off his Hufflepuff colors. He wore his scarf with pride, pride in his house.

We then disapparate, but not before I had heard, "Oh! Shiny!"

A/n: I forgot to post this I'm literally the worst I'm sorry!