Fantastic (Newt Scamander X Reader)

Ice Skating

The snow fell on my hair, leaving me covered in specks of white.

Beside me was Newt, in skates, gracefully gliding down the ice. I; however, was not so graceful. I fumbled around, my legs wobbling until crashing down on the thin ice.

I soon heard ice scraping, and a harsh stop. "Are you okay?"

"I honestly don't understand how you do this so well, I just can't do it," His hand came down to my body on the floor, reaching out for me to grip onto his hand. He lifted me up, and held tightly onto my hand.

"Then let me help you!" His smile brightened up the area around us. I held onto him as we went forward. I bit my lip as I felt my legs begging to give in. Noticing my stress, Newt slowed down, and turned to face me, skating backwards. "I take it you've never skated before?" I shook my head, "You can fly, yet you can't skate?" He tilted his head to the side.

"Oh shut up! Flying comes naturally, this--this does not!" A laugh left his lips.

"You look beautiful, the snow dusting your hair, bundled up in warm clothing," He went off track. I blushed, not knowing how to respond, yet I, somehow, let out a small thank you. His hand brushed some of the snowflakes out of my hair.

I hadn't noticed it, yet I was skating all on my own, "I'm doing it! I'm doing it!" I laughed in excitement, Newt's smile gracing my eyes once more. Seconds later, I fell straight onto my ass, and I erupt in laughter along with Newt.

"Come on, let's get off the ice and do something else." After guiding me off the ice, Newt guided me to a small store that seemed to make hot chocolate and pastries.

We sat down and made small talk, until we soon had hot chocolate going past our lips, the cold whipped cream calm the heating sensation that the drink caused down my throat. All I could do was admire everything about Newt, his blue eyes encrusted in emerald, and every freckle that was placed on his face, his wavy hair, falling perfectly near his eyes.

Without my knowledge, my body leaned forward, until his and my lips just about met.

A loud knocking noise brought me out of my trance, and Newt left the case. It wasn't real, it was just my imagination.

I could only hope that one day my wild imagination could become reality.

A/n: Super short but my brain has decided to hate me and I can't write for the life of me!