Newt Scamander Imagines

newton's schoolgirl crush ( 4 )

A/N: pretend Newt didn't get expelled lol. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Imagine making the Amortentia potion in potions class with Newt, who has a huge crush on you.

First year

The great hall was filled with excitement and noise. In the front, resting on a large stool, was the ever so famous sorting hat looking more battered and old than you had imagined. All the first year Hogwarts students, including yourself, were stood in front of the sorting hat waiting for their names to be called in order to be sorted. The students in the houses sat together in cliques based on those houses, and anticipated each reveal of house to be their own.

Professor McGonagall, with all the ease in the world, suddenly calls your name, it amplifies throughout the hall sending chills down your spine.

You awkwardly walk up to the sorting hat holding one of your arms and plop down on the almost uncomfortable stool. McGonagall gently places the sorting hat on top of your head and allows it to work it's magic, literally.

You didn't exactly know what house you were going to be sorted in, in fact, you didn't really care. As long as you were accepted among the house, you felt as though having a title didn't matter.

You feel the sorting hat smirk on top of your head, "Ahh, cunning, loyal, smart and brave? This one's a difficult one."

You're heart skips a beat, the extended sorting making you feel self conscious, many of the first years were beginning to get a little restless.

"Hufflepuff!" Shouts the sorting hat, causing you to jump at its sudden loudness. The Hufflepuff's yell with excitement as you walk down from the stairs and towards the house table, one fourth year gives you a subtle pat on the back to congratulate you.

You sit patiently at the table waiting for the rest of the students to be sorted. About 20 first years are sorted into Hufflepuff, and you knew not one of them until a boy by the name of "Newton Scamander" walked up to the hat.

This boy had allowed you to sit with him on the train to the castle but he didn't speak much, you had asked basic questions and he answered them vaguely before stuffing his nose back into his book instead. Every now and then when you'd look up at him he would sense your staring and give you a kind smile, to which you returned.

Other than that you hadn't really spoken to Newton but technically, he had been your first friend in your year.

The pointed hat had deemed him a Hufflepuff to which he looked pleasantly surprised with. You wanted him to sit next to you but unfortunately, that seat was taken up by the 20 other first years that had been called.

He glanced over at you from the end of the table, you gave him a toothy smile that had then transfered to his own face. You had already deemed that you were going to become better friends with Newton and hopefully get to know him better, if he would allow you of course.

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Sixth year

"Honestly, if you ask me I think that this potion is actually impossible to be made by a couple of amateur sixth year potions students," groans Newt as he throws in one of his ingredients into his cauldron. I peak over and laugh sympathetically as his brown looking amortentia potion.

"Is that why everyone else in the class has basically gotten it down to a science?" you smirk extending your arm and gesturing it towards all the students. He rolls his eyes although he can't help but conjure up a little smile of his own.