Credence has had a troubled childhood, and as a result of the abuse he suffers at the hand of his adoptive mother, he comes to crave affection from others. Any kind of affection. Aurelia knew him long ago. She was the only one to show any care for t...
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The parchment was crisp and clean, brand new edges so straight and keen that even a sword could not be compared to its sharpness. It barely held a mark on its almost sparkling surface, except for the familiar handwriting clothed in black ink that wrote 'Credence, meet me outside of the Woolworth building. - Newt.' Every dot was shaped like a Pygmy Puff, and the single 's' like a Basilisk.
Credence took the paper between his index finger and thumb, usual trembles shaking it in his grasp. Anxiety rose in him like a viper with a deadly grip. He was told to not even leave the house until they had sorted things out with the Congress. Maybe... he was finally going to be accepted into the Wizarding community.
Excitement as an emotion was unclear to the boy, he wasn't sure how it should feel or how to react to something so positive. It was like the first time Aurelia had brought him candy. The sweet smell had taken him off guard because it reminded him so much of her. The artificial flavour and sugar had attacked his taste buds so intensely that he wasn't sure whether to swallow it or not. It was like when he came back and Aurelia had smiled at him, and for the first time in years, he wasn't afraid of the consequences of seeing her... of indulging in her.
The boy quickly placed the note back where he had found it on the kitchen table and instead grabbed his hat. Credence put it on low enough to cast shadows over his face, and after self consciously glancing around the apartment, he shuffled outside.
The cold water seeped into his shoes, stealing the heat from his soles just as fast as the wind stole it from his face. Any heat he possessed had sheltered in his core and hoarded every ounce of warmth for the oncoming storm. The sun cast its golden rays down upon the clouds of billowing smoke exiting the chimneys of each house he passed, turning them bright red; like fire.
Credence halted outside of the Woolworth building, hands clasped together in front of him and head hung low. This place was still tainted with horrid memories; of Mary Lou's hatred for magic, and his siblings joining him in handing out pamphlets to encourage more hostility. He still remembered those steps and how he almost tripped over them every time they went there... He could still recall his mother slapping the back of his head whenever he didn't hand out enough pamphlets.
The boy's hand reached to rub the back of his head as if he could still feel the lingering sting that Mary Lou left. He didn't like it here. Credence couldn't help but hope that Newt would show up soon, or anyone for that matter, just to take his mind off of it.
He would later regret his wish, for the people that appeared were far worse than standing alone. From his left he first heard the clicking of high heels quickly followed by the chaos of multiple others. His whole body shivered in fear, and though his stiff neck begged him to continue staring at the gravel, he forced his eyes to look in the direction of the noise. A group of people were exiting the building.
"That's him!" One of them spoke. He wore a tailored black suit with a crimson tie. His chiseled jaw lifted with a proud yet disdainful smile. His eyes were green like deep sea moss and his soft, feather-like brown hair brushed away from his brow. "That's the obscurial!"
