Newt Scamander Preferences

Ladies and Gents...I present to you...Percival Graves!

You sat at your dining table, huddled in a blanket. Newt was nowhere to be seen but sat opposite you, was a dear old friend, Percival Graves.

Apparantly muggles in the area had grown concerned, due to your blood-curdling cries but since you were a registered wizarding household, it was Graves whom had been sent to see what the disturbance was. It was you.

You were screaming because Newt- the love of your life- had slept with Leta Lestrange.

You already knew why he had. That was no Sherlock Holmes mystery. He had been in love with her once and had finally had the opportunity to make it to her.

You felt sick to the stomach at the thought of them together.

Glancing down at the cup of tea Graves had prepared for you, you focused your attention once more to the steam that rose off of the warm surface.

"I don't think you should stay here tonight." your friend said frankly, watching you with worried eyes.

You couldn't have agreed more with him.

"Is there anywhere else you can go tonight? Do you have any friends in the area?"

There was only one place you could think of and you hoped that they would be able to accomodate you. You simply nodded in reply, not trusting your hoarse voice.

Graves sighed, running a hand through his hair, knowing that he wouldn't receive a verbal reply from you any time soon. "Okay, that's good. Let's start from there and then work out what to do next. Sound good?"

You knew that he was trying to be encouraging but all you wanted to do was curl up into a ball and cry.

"Go and pack a bag, (y/n). I need to tell Newt that you won't be staying here tonight."

You shakily stood up, holding the table for support. In an instant the male was by your side, guiding you to the steep staircase in the hallway.

Leading you carefully up the steps, you found yourself feeling undeniably grateful that it had been Graves who was sent to you that night.

"Once you're finished, just sit and wait for me here. I'm just going to speak to him and I'll be right back." you friend instructed and reassured you, as he began to exit the room you and Newt once shared as a sleeping area. He paused before he crossed the threshold. "And (y/n)..." he turned around to face you, a look of determination upon his features. "I don't believe what happened tonight was purely an accident. I think there's been an element of foul play and I promise that, I will do everything I can to find out what exactly transpired in that house. Don't give up hope just yet, okay?"