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Newt - Admired Part Two

Hello! Hopefully you enjoy this next part😇 Also my spelling isn't the best in the world so do forget about any misspellings... Although picking me up for them would be nice too, if it's way off that is😅

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What she saw inside made her breath get caught in her throat. Never had she ever imagined to see something as beautiful as this.

Before her eyes sat the most majestic and spectacular looking creature she had ever seen. Enclosed in a large yet possibly too small environment sat a Thunderbird. It was flying high in the sky with something inside its beak. Yerlyin read that they weren't very fond of strangers, and that should you encounter one, they must approach with caution and be respectful. ________ turned to face the door again when she heard a small clatter of objects. An assortment of pots and pans colliding with another with the faint sound of feet on wood. Quickly, she ran to the left, not bothering if she had startled any of the magical creatures she had only read about along the way.

"I saw her enter, I just never saw her come out." The words were muffled through the wooden panels on the walls. After hearing those she moved quicker. ________ knew something wasn't right here. Seeing an opening, she slipped through, her coat brushing against the open flap that separated one environment from the other. Corair was greeted by nothing but speckles of snow brushing against her warm cheeks. A moving mass of black and various greys that was contained in a bubble was left untouched by the snow.

'Is tha- Wait... Think ________ think. Why is it- an Obscuris. I know a certain old friend who would kill for one of those.' Yerlyin thought quietly. She could sense the presence of a ligilimen scanning through thoughts, so the first thing she did in response to the possible intrusion was focus on a wall. A stone wall. A young girl with a red crown dress, brown lines for hair and a stick figure body. Nothing more. Nothing less. With a small and subtle flick of the wrist and the bearly audible mumble of letters, the faint flash of a protective charm left her invisible for a brief moment of time.

__________ wasn't fond of going through the minds of others, but Corair didn't mind. She closed her eyes and weakened the wall a little, the image slowly fading away to reveal a lonesome brick wall. Her own thoughts gently caressing the other four. Like a mother while she lulls her child to sleep.
'I can't believe how heavenly Queenie looks in her pale pink gown.' 'Where did that sneaky girl go?' 'I wonder what it's like to bake without magic.'
But then she couldn't see or hear anything. Being an occlumen she knew that she hadn't run across another. ________ just felt nothing. A man at ease. That was until she had become on the same frequency as the fourth mind.

'I've already failed to keep the Wizarding world a secret from Muggles, and now to have, potentially another know about it. I'm a failure. How could I be so stupid? Through my carelessness I have broken the stature of secrecy countless amounts of times because of my lacking of control. I hate restricting my fantastic creatures from being themselves, but I don't want to see terrible things happen to them because of me.'

Yerlyin opened her eyes and saw a man in front of the Obscuris. He had a pale orange vest on, slightly too big and faintly dirty shirt which was loosely tucked in brown pants. He was facing away from her with his eyes trained on the ball of black and grey mass. Shoulders hunched and head down. The man's body language, as well as thoughts could easily show that he was upset and hurting. ________ could relate to how he was feeling, having already experienced her fair share of despair through her youth that she would greet it like an old friend.

"Come on Mr Scamander. We can't find anything. Where ever she had gone off to she's probably already left now." A woman with short brown hair said. With a heavy sigh, the man walked away from the bubble and left. Speckles of white resting in his red and brown collection of soft curls. She scanned the place again for a brief moment before emerging from her protective charm.