Newt Scamander Imagines

christmas holidays ( 1 )

Imagine staying at Hogwarts with Newt during the Christmas holidays.

"Only two more years until we are out of here!" one of your roommates, Claudia, announces.

You sigh, "Why is everyone so eager to get out of here? Once we're gone we have to face the real world." You throw your suitcase on your bunk and begin to unpack your things.

"Personally, I'm excited to get a boyfriend. You know, a real man rather than another fifth year Gryffindor who practices bogey spells during their spare time," your other roommate, Marissa, chuckles.

"We will be thrown into the world of work immediately, I don't think I'm ready for that. I'm not even sure what I want to do." You plop down on your bed and look through your spell books for fifth year. The year you actually had to study, more specifically, study for your O.W.L's and that was something you were not looking forward to."Hogwarts is my home, I love it here! Why would anyone ever want to leave?"

"Cough-bogey spells-cough." Marissa smirks as she pulls out her pyjamas from her closet.

Claudia laughs, rolling into her bed and she quickly throws her comforter over herself. "Goodnight girls," she says in a over exaggerated preppy voice.

"Goodnight." you and Marissa say in unison. Marissa quickly tucks herself into her bed and shuts off her table lamp. You grab your pyjamas out of your closet and walk to the dorm bathroom.

You couldn't help but miss your adorable little bathroom to death. In your first year you and the girls had decorated it with cute little knick-knacks, posters, flowers and other small pieces that added life to your plain bathroom. And now five years later, it was still all here, untouched.

You brush your teeth and throw some water on your face and pat it dry with a towel. For you, the first night is always the coldest for some reason; it's like your body was getting used to the cool Hogwarts air. You decide to throw on a plain black hoodie with a pair of baggy checkered pyjama bottoms. Out of instinct you throw your hair into a ponytail. You turn off the bathroom lights and quietly walk towards your bed.

You stare up above you at the columns holding up Claudia's bed. You do this for what feels like an eternity. You couldn't sleep, which was another back to school habit that you've developed. The only way for this to go away was to walk around the school for a couple of minutes. Although you had to be careful just incase someone saw you, you didn't wanna be sent to the headmaster for not following curfew.

By now it was around 1 am and everyone had gone to bed, there was no motion in the hallways other than the slow breaths of the sleeping paintings.

The hallways were almost black, other than the slight moonlight shining through the clean, glass windows. You walk down a couple of stairs and find a large alcove in the wall with a nice ledge that was wide enough to be a seat. On the wall above it was a large window that was directly across from the moon, or so it felt like it anyway.

As you move your way towards the alcove, someone begins to slowly walk from the other direction towards it as well. You panic and quietly run behind a wall so they don't see you. Who is up at 1 am?

You peak around the corner and see a skinny but tall figure sitting on the ledge, knees tucked into their chest wearing a white t-shirt with stripped pyjama bottoms. You try to put name to face but can't. You definitely have seen him around before, he was a Hufflepuff. You continue to try to remember where you've seen him before. Maybe class? Throughout your five years you've only ever had three classes with the Hufflepuff's in your first year. He was definitely in those classes.

"Hello," he suddenly says without even turning around. You jumped at the sudden voice that had echoed through the hallway. It was deep, deeper than most boys' voices. But then again, he was the first fifth year boy you've heard so far. Perhaps they had all developed this change over the summer.