Newt Scamander Preferences

You Were A Perfect Illusion

Morning arrived once more, providing warm rays that again, crept through the heavy curtains, casting a small amount of light around the large room. Particles of dust filter through the air, becoming visible- no golden- in the bright sunshine.

Like every morning, Newt began to stir. His memories of last night hazy, except he remembered the fire, it was difficult not to remember something that caused him great agony.

Water. He suddenly needed water. His throat was parched, raw from the involuntary screaming. It hurt too. Urgh, every time he swallowed, it felt as if he was swallowing swords.

Looking around, he suddenly flinched in shock, for you were sitting slumped on a the side of the bed next to him- a cloth gripped in one hand and his own hand in the other.

You looked as exhausted as he felt, although he probably looked worse than you.

Then it dawned upon the male that it had been you he saw last night, not his Mother. He was not sure whether or not to feel angry towards you. Your impersonation had been an act of kindness yet Newt felt betrayed by the illusion, through his delirium he had been given false hope. "(Y/N), wake up." he hoarsly croaked.

Your eyes opened first. Then you yawned, blinking. You looked him sleepily for a moment before smiling meekly at him. "Hey." you murmured.

"So it was you last night I saw. You're the one who came to my rescue." he hissed.

You nodded, not understanding why he was being so volatile. You understood that he was grieving but there was no reason for him to be so sharp with you.

Newt's eyes narrowed. "I should be angry at you for that false illusion but," he sighed. "I am too weary for such activities." in his mind he decided that you were most likely trying to be helpful, to not break his heart further. "I'm too tired to do anything..."

As you stared at Newt, you felt your heart sink. There had to be some way for you to help him...

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A/N: What should you do next?