genesis ☽ newt scamander - on hold for now

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Newton A.F.SCAMANDER

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The sudden rise in Newt's popularity was not purely coincidence, nor was it because he was such a likeable person, in fact, Newt knew the reason for his unexpected idolisation, had nothing to do with him at all; rather a tall quidditch captain with red hair and green eyes.

"Oh, hey, Newt, right?" One boy had caught up to him as he walked from one class to another, wrapping his arm around Newts shoulder as if they had been best friends for years. Newt gave a sideways glance to the brunette and nodded silently, letting him continue as planned.

"What're you doing later, me and another couple of people are going out to The Three Broomsticks, if you're interested..." The brunette stopped, grabbing Newt to make him stop as well. Newt staggered, not expecting the delay in his tracks.

He looked to the smiling Ravenclaw and frowned, he had never met this boy in his life. Why on earth was he asking Newt to go to the pub with him? The sudden realisation hit him and he sighed, shaking his head at the brown eyed boy.

"I've got plans, sorry," He nodded sympathetically at the boy and continued on, only to be stopped once more by the boy, who's eyes looked a little more glaring and smile looked a little more forced now.

"What's your plans?" Newt knew what he was asking; would he be with Leonora? The Hufflepuff looked distastefully at him and shrugged out of his grip, walking onwards with a yell of 'I'm going out with my girlfriend!' 

As Newt walked down the clearing hallway, with huge windows that showed the extensive grounds and the winter sun streaming in from the sloping green lawns and cast a clean looking glow over the floor, listening to his footsteps echo off of the tall cream walls, he realised that he and Leonora hadn't made plans and that she might be going out with friends today.

A small moan of panic slipped passed his lips as he turned the corner and rushed to his next classroom.

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Newt sat fidgeting on the quidditch stands, doing his homework as he waited for Leonora's practice to be over so he could ask if she would go with him into the village. 

A bleak, thin wind was roaring in his ears, making all of his papers flutter around him as his numb fingers held tightly onto his quill. He had his soft blue coat wrapped around his body and the collars turned up around his Hufflepuff scarf to keep him from the cold.

The grey sky made for a perfect Scottish postcard, Newt thought, as he looked over to the many snow topped mountains. The forbidden forest looked perfectly picturesque, with the leaves of many trees ranging from a sunlit golden to a brilliant shade of crimson. 

A shout of his name brought him out of his gaze, and he looked to the fast approaching Leonora, who was zooming towards him on her broomstick with a wild grin.

She stopped at the railing of the stands Newt got the hint that she wanted him to come closer. He awkwardly gathered up his things, shoving them into his bag before stumbling down the steps to her.

"Wow, are you sure you need training to be a perfect boyfriend? I didn't even tell you to wait for me at practice," She joked, sitting casually in mid air, making Newt silently applaud her for her nerve.