(Book Two)
Tegwen Gittins has dodged Death on more occasions that she can count on both hands. Her time in New York City only added to the count but it allowed the woman to heal as she came face to face with an old classmate, Newt Scamander. Old wou...
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Finding an empty compartment on the train, proved to be quite easy as Newt allowed Tegwen to walk in first and claim the seat she wanted. Of course, she chose the one nearest to the window, which made Pickett and Freud very happy as they soaked up the remaining rays of the sun before it set. Newt looked at the empty seat beside her, wondering if he should sit next to her. But then he remembered during his previous travels, all the times that he had sat in a seemingly empty train, only to have a complete stranger sit right next to him. He never understood why people did it and it bothered him to no end because he certainly didn't like people breathing in his space.
He found himself wanting to sit next to Tegwen to continue their conversation from earlier, but he also didn't want to bother her at the same time. Left conflicted with what to do, he stood awkwardly in the doorway of the compartment, glancing around at all the seating.
"Aren't you going to come sit down?" Tegwen asked him as she noted that he was still standing in the doorway. "Or do you plan on standing there for the whole trip?"
"I...I was just getting my bearings straight," Newt said. "Just wanted to stretch my legs out a bit before I had to sit down for a long period of time."
"You know you'll be able to walk around the train throughout the trip," Tegwen pointed out.
Newt didn't answer as he didn't have a quick response, instead, he just walked into the compartment and sat across from Tegwen, who had redirected her attention to Pickett and Freud. All of Freud's petals were fully bloomed as he absorbed the warm rays, while Pickett sat on the on the ledge of the window, clicking and moving about.
"I wonder if Pickett will make friends with all of Freud's kind when we make it to the giant territory?" Newt questioned aloud.
"I don't know," Tegwen shrugged. "To be honest, I'm not sure if Freud is like the others of his kind. When I came upon him, he was near death. I assumed he had been stepped on by a giant at one point because he was just in terrible condition. I only potted him and kept him with me to recover, but then I got attached to him. I was going to ask the giants about the plants a bit further, but by that time, the group had already overstayed their welcome. "
"I thought the Gurg welcomed you all in?" Newt questioned.
"He did but he was very back and forth," Tegwen rolled her eyes. "He only granted us a short time in the territory to collect before he kicked us out. I'm hoping he's not the Gurg anymore, I mean, the tribes often change, so he might be dead for all we know. That sounds horrid, it makes it sound like I'm wishing for his death."
"He sounds like a bit of pain," Newt tried to reassure her that it didn't sound so bad.
"A bit? He's terrible. Just so mean, although, I haven't come across a friendly giant just yet.Or giantess for that matter, they're all rather mean and terribly grumpy."
"I guess you would be too if you were that size," Newt said pondering the idea if he were the size of an actual giant.
It seemed the same mental image played in Tegwen's mind as she began to laugh to herself and shake her head.
