(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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A painful cramp in Newt's left leg brought him to stir from his sleep after a long nap had taken up the majority of the time of the trip. He lifted his head up but became quickly still as he felt something resting on top of his head. Often times, Pickett was known to bury himself into Newt's hair, especially if he was feeling oddly cold. However, he could see Pickett in the window resting with Freud in Freud's pot, leaving that no longer as an option. He turned his head slowly and noted that he was resting in Tegwen's lap. It was her hand that was settled in his hair that he felt, immediately sending goosebumps starting from his head down to his spine.
As he looked up, he saw that Tegwen was asleep, using the robes he had given her earlier as a pillow to support her head that leaned against the side of the compartment. He didn't want to move for multiple reasons, one of them being that he didn't want to wake her up. However, the pain in his leg was increasing and also moving to his right leg as he had been in a scrunched up position for far too long.
Carefully, he stretched out, one leg at a time and biting down on his tongue to hold back the painful yelp that was threatening to escape past his lips. A couple of minutes later, he managed to get both legs stretched out and could feel the relief spreading. He had managed to break a sweat, trying to keep quiet and not disturb the woman. He lifted his hand up to wipe the sweat from his brow, but as he did, his hand grazed Tegwen's causing her to stir a bit.
Her fingers tightened their grip on his hair, not hard but enough to increase the goosebumps and shivers that traveled through his body. She remained asleep and her grip loosened once more, allowing Newt to try and breathe regularly again.
Pickett and Freud seemed to notice that he was up again with the two looking in his direction, while Pickett began clicking.Newt lifted his hand up to his mouth, placing one finger to his lips, motioning Pickett to keep it down. But the bowtruckle seemed to be in a chatty and gossipy mood as he continued to click faster and louder.
Newt gave the creature a look and tried to shush him, but Pickett took the opportunity with Newt in an awkward position and crawled over onto Tegwen's shoulder closest to him.
"Don't do it," Newt whispered to him as Pickett daintily lifted up a lock of Tegwen's hair. The movement caused Tegwen to move slightly, her eyes fluttering before she squeezed them shut, trying to remain asleep. "Pickett, I swear..."
Pickett's clicking was also causing Tegwen's sleep to become disrupted as he clicked louder and louder, while still looking in Newt's direction.
"That's not funny! You're going to wake her up!"
Suddenly, Freud joined in on the mischief as one of his vines trailed over and tickled Tegwen's nose. Her nose wiggled in the most adorable way before she jerked her head back with a slight groan. The plants had made it their mission to annoy the living hell out of the woman while she slept, especially with Newt in a vulnerable position. He wanted her to continue resting but he couldn't reach for the plants with her arm resting on him. The movement, he was sure would be too much and wake her up.
