Biology • Newt Scamander x Reader

Twenty

(Name) had the sourest face as she sat inside of the case with her arms crossed over her chest. She was sitting on Newt's bed as the whole room shook heavily with every one of Newt's large steps. "Why the case? Can't I just sneak out with you- damn it Scamander easy on the steps." She yelled from inside the case, hitting the wall. Newt set his hand over the front of the battered leather case as he stopped out side of the MACUSA building, glancing around nervously before bending down and speaking into the case.

"(Name)." Newt began in a soft tone as if he was talking to his upset child throwing a tantrum. He kept his eyes on the people passing by as they gave him odd glances. They must have definitely thought that he was insane. "If you don't be quiet we are going to get caught. You hear me? Please, I'm going to grab your books and manuscripts and then we're heading to the docks. Sound fair?" He asked in a soft whisper. The girl had only let out a soft grunt  as she let herself lay back on his bed. "Fine." She said before pulling the covers over herself, the echo of it hitting Newt's ears.

He couldn't help but smile and shake his head at the girl's child like behavior. She was so odd even for a muggle. He stood up once more and brushed himself off before he began walking, but with soft and careful steps in an attempt to not bother (Name) any further. He made way to the girl's home, cautiously taking out his wand from his coat. With a silent spell he had unlocked the door and went in, gathering all the manuscripts and books that he knew that (Name) needed and wanted most.

And, he left. He locked the door behind him and made sure that no one else could come in and look for her. For anyone's concern, she was gone. Newt was now carrying the books in one arm and still holding carefully onto the suitcase. He slowly got his wand out of his trench coat once more, raising it up slowly and cautiously. He had used yet another silent spell in a fear that if he spoke he would earn too much attention. A business man's ticket had shot over to Newt, and with that he had caught it in his mouth.

"Not bad." He said in a muffled tone while he had began walking again. The boat let out a low howl of it's horn as Newt had picked up speed. "Hey!" The man had yelled, finally realizing that his ticket had been stolen. He looked around in a rush, seeing that no one had taken his ticket. He groaned before rubbing his face, looking along the floor for the ticket with a hard face. Newt had went up the ramp with the ticket still in his mouth.

He put his head out forward with the ticket. The ticket man had stared at him with a mixture of confusion and disgust along his face. He hesitantly reached forward and took the ticket out of Newt's mouth and punched a hole into it. 

"Have a great trip, sir." He said hesitantly before putting the punched ticket back into Newt's mouth with a obvious cringe. Newt bowed his head before walking onto the ship and sitting near the rail of the ship just as before.

Another long trip back to England.