Newt Scamander Preferences

When You Upset Queenie

"(Y/N) isn't in the flat." Jacob concluded after searching the few other available rooms.

The male watched as his saddened angel paced the floor, expression one of complete distress. "They're not supposed to have left." she whispered, as she stopped before him, eyes brimming with tears. "I brought them pastries." 

His heart physically hurt seeing her like this. Queenie wasn't supposed to be unhappy, ever. She was supposed to be smiling. Laughing. When she was giggling, Jacob felt that there was nothing in life that could make him sad. So seeing her like this, made Jacob's mood darken.

"They'll come home." he murmured, attempting to lessen her fears. "They probably just went for a walk."

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The sidewalk felt coarse and unforgiving against your bare soles but you didn't care for the pain, you just wanted to continue walking away from your temporary home. 

You weren't running away, just fleeing for a few hours.

You wanted to be rid of the hurt that had infiltrated your heart. You wished with all of your might that you were stuck in a nightmare and able to wake up from it. You wanted to wake up and have Newt beside you, sleeping peacefully as he had done so many times.

But that wasn't the case, you were conscious and this was your reality.

Something began to drift from the sky, falling upon you and dampening your thin clothing. Your mind was so elsewhere that rain or snow- you didn't care which- didn't bither you. The chill was not even close to the ice inhabiting your soul.