Newt Scamander Preferences

The Chapter Before I Torture Newt...

A/N: I was going to post a sad chapter today but after the news about Carrie Fisher...I just couldn't face writing something sad. RIP Princess. The world is a duller place without you.

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You stood before him, reading your lecture notes. He wasn't really paying attention to what you were saying, it was something about Cepheid Variables and their link to Parallax Triangulation.

He didn't really understand it either.

You had been talking for the last thirty minutes about a Cepheid variables strong luminosity-period relationship. Whatever that was.

All he could focus his mind on was the way your lips moved every time you spoke the words 'observed' or 'measured'. Her lips would sort of spread out into a line and then bunch up when you were finishing the final syllable of the word. It was almost like he was watching the opening song to The Rocky Horror Picture Show. The song, 'Science Fiction' came to mind. It was almost as if the song was a background theme to your speech.

You had moved on to discussing how a positive distance modulus was significant to the apparent magnitude luminosity and how it was duller than the absolute magnitude. Goodness, how was anyone suppose to understand a word you were saying?

He desperately tried to remind himself that you were taking Muggle Studies, so your peers would probably understand what on Earth you were gibbering on about.

Gibbering, that was such a strange word. A weird word.

You looked at him, expectantly. Oh no, you were expecting him to say something nice about your little speech.

The male smiled. He knew that you were powerless to his charm. Who wasn't? "Darling," he began. "it was a wonderful speech."

You placed your hands on her hips. "You really liked it?"

He nodded, his smile broadening. "Of course."

You smiled, relieved. "Oh good, I've been working on this lecture for a week now and I've been so worried that no one would understand a word I was saying."

Hmm, sound familiar, Newt?

He opened up his arms, inviting you into his embrace, which you gladly accepted. Sitting on his lap, you rested your head upon his shoulder, relaxing slightly as his arms wrapped around you. This was you favourite place to be. "Thank you for sitting so patiently throughout my demonstration."

"It was my pleasure, my love."

Oh, you did love that nickname.

You lent away slightly, yawning. After spending so many nights working on your notes, you were exhausted and looking forward to getting a good nights sleep. "Hmm, I'm so tired."

"I'm not surprised." he commented. "Shall I smuggle you some dinner out tonight? You can rest here, on the sofa?"

You nodded, yawning again.

Carefully standing up, with you still in his arms, Newt set you, his lover, down on the said sofa and draped a deep yellow blanket over your body. "I won't be long." he whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead.

You smiled and watched as your boyfriend moved in the direction of the exit.

Twenty minutes later, Newt walked back into the living room, carry two plates of steaming Carbonara. Immediately, he noticed your shallow breathing, closed eyes and the slight rising and falling of your chest. It was clear to him that you were sleeping. He smiled at the sight before him. "Goodnight, (y/n)."

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A/N: Until tomorrow...