Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines

Newt Scamander- Cut

Working with Newt was rarely boring, especially with all of the different creatures to care for and they could be unpredictable even at the best of times.

You had been down in the case practically all day, whilst Newt was doing some stuff up in the apartment that the two of you shared.

Whilst attending to one of the creatures, you weren't paying attention and had managed to cut yourself on a piece of metal that was sticking out from the shelter.

The medical supplies in the case had run out, with you constantly reminding your fiancé to replenish it but without fail – he had forgotten.

Making your way up the stairs of the case, you exited it and shut it behind you before going into the kitchen where you had a drawer full of medical supplies.

Newt was sat in there, drinking a cup of tea and reading the paper.

He looked up when you entered "Everything okay Love?" he questioned as you opened the medical drawer.

You nodded in response to him, pulling out a plaster, "Yes. I just caught myself on a piece of metal" you explained.

Sitting down next to him, he almost instantly reached out for your arm to examine what you had done "Don't put the plaster on straight away. We need to disinfect it" he told you before he got up and went back to the drawer.

He soon came back and began to clean the small wound "Newt, don't be silly, it's a tiny cut" you tried to dismiss him cleaning the cut.

"Love, I may have built everything down in that case but it is metal – you never know" he finished cleaning your wound as he spoke.

You rolled your eyes at him, gently placing the plaster on your arm for you "Thank you" you commented causing him to smile.

He leant back in his seat, you doing the same but stretching your legs out across his lap "How did you manage to hurt yourself?" he asked, resting his free hand on your legs.

You shrugged "I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking. I was more focused on who I was attending to" you explained to him.

He shook his head "Do I need to start supervising you down there again?" he jokingly asked.

Glaring playfully at him, you shook your head, "You haven't done that in years" you stated causing him to laugh.

He absentmindedly began to rub small circles on your legs "I wouldn't be marrying you if I thought you couldn't handle yourself Love"

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Written by Hannah

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