Newt Scamander//And then you were gone♡

♡And Lost

Hey guys!
Ugh today sucked. I had an exam followed by a long and painful compulsory after school activity yaaay ;))
How was your day?
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🥀And Lost

Newt's POV
1 month

Friendship
/ˈfrɛn(d)ʃɪp/
1. A relationship between friends
"She formed close friendships with women"
Synonyms: mutual, close friendship, attachment

I kick started the day with a nothing more than a groan as I headed to my first lesson. Why? Because it was the exact day that marked the fourth week of (name) being gone. Everything about her seemed distant. Her presence, the memories... Merlin, even her name felt far away. And to say I've been coping with that bitterly would be the largest understatement. In fact, I haven't been coping at all. Not exactly.

I no longer carried that smile that (name) would consider contagious wherever I went. And it was a struggle to keep everything inside my head too... you know, the stuff that I'd usually blabble about to (name) as she'd listen with a content smile. Now, I gave everyone who saw me the sight of a broken boy with something missing in his life. This was demonstrated by the strong lilac held under my eyes, the way my lips always curved downward, and the constant dullness that my eyes maintained. Each things that only (name) was ever able to cure.

I wasn't exactly looking forward to the class that I was walking toward, Care for magical creatures, which even I'd admit is strange. You see even from being a little boy I was determined that I'd never let anyone disturb or put me off of anything to do with beasts of any sort. But the empty chair beside me felt like a constant reminder of how wrong that little boy was. And I wasn't the only one to realise that, either. Because going on the sympathetic glances that I keep getting sent, apparently everyone 'understood'. Only, nobody truly knew how it felt to be in the shoes of myself. Not the professor, not the students, not even Dumbledoor who witness our final moments... only me and only (name).
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The day had finished as boring as they all did since... you know, and I was just changing my shirt into a pyjama one when I was taken back by the jump-scare of a loud thud to the window. My eyes widened and snapped out of their sleepy state as I jumped up to see what it was that had disturbed the quiet in which I had come to live in.

An owl.

(Name)'S owl, Ellie.

She happily entered my room once I'd opened the window, dropping a letter on her way. I stroked her white feathers in greeting before picking up the contents in which she had left me. Bringing it over to my bedside table, to read in the dim light of the lamp, I began to open it carefully.

"Hello, Newtie"  it read, the informality making me grin a little

"I'm very sorry that I haven't written sooner. You see, my parents have locked away my wand and Ellie had some troubles finding my new location. I actually thought I'd have to wait for your owl to find me and then send my own note back with him, but much to my relief Ellie arrived. I plan to write to you quite often actually, so you better start getting used to Ellie's presence. But I have no doubt that that'll be easy for you, you do love creatures after all.

Let me give you a quick overview of my new lifestyle, I gather you have some curiosity inside of you. You always were the curious one weren't you, Scamander?

I arrived home safely to find my overjoyed parents, whom had missed me very much, had left me a little 'welcome home' banner. As much as they are the strict wand-locking-away kind of parents, they have a soft side. I saw kindly to this even though I generally disagreed with the gesture. You see, I couldn't help but feel as though they felt triumphant. Like they'd helped me 'escape' Hogwarts and it's magic for the greater good... Get what I mean? They don't get that they're restricting me rather than protecting me. It's all confusing, the way I've been dealing with their gestures, such as that one.

Arriving home was actually strange, too. It didn't feel homely at all. In the contrary, it felt as though I'd been brought home to this stranger-like home. It wasn't familiar to me at all. The flowerbed in the garden that held beauty before now feels wrong. Perhaps that's because I'm living with a huge Chunk of me missing? But I wouldn't dwell over it if I were you Newt, I'll get used to it here. So don't worry about me, ok?

I met a girl at school here in London, Lillia Collins. She's kind. Very kind, actually. She has really been helping me out with my new Muggle studies which, may I add, are very boring and confusing and will probably continue to be so. But nonetheless she's been getting me through with all of these classes. You'd like her, Newtie... you honestly would. And as much as I do, I keep reminding myself That she's not you. Nobody can ever be you. And nobody can miss anybody as much as I miss you.

But that's enough about me... How are you holding up at Hogwarts? Have you learnt anything new in creature care that's worthy of being in your future books? Are you ok? Let me know in a reply soon, alright? I look forward to it. Oh and Newt, I am confident that soon you'll be able to tell me how you are and not write it... I will find you again. That's my promise to you, alright?

Until then,
Skittle x"

I was overjoyed that she seemed ok, the last thing I'd ever want is for her to be less than. And so part of the letter had given me relief. However, the other part deep concern. She had mentioned her parents locking away her wand, and so surely that meant they were putting a permanent ban to her magic. No wand. No Hogwarts. No nothing... and in the many cases in which this has happened to young witches and wizards, it is common that an obscurial can be formed over time. This made me panic, praying that she was right when she  mentioned finally finding me again, so I can care for her seeing that her parents refused to properly do so themselves. And even though it may be unintentional, and they really don't seem to realise the impact they could have, her parents were sure to adapt an obscurial inside of her if they continued to act this way toward her.

I repeatedly read the contents of the short letter over and over, it's words beginning to print word for word in my memory. But no matter how many times I had repeated said act, I couldn't help but be hungry for more. I craved another thousand letters, just to let me know for sure that she was ok. That she was somehow managing to live happily without me. Whilst I on the other hand lived in implicit sadness, never truly able to fix the missing piece in which she had left behind unintentionally. I knew this wasn't the case though. (Name) wouldn't be happy. I couldn't blame her, not with those parents. And so I continued to read over and over. Again, for the reason of me finding more in her words. To my complete surprise, 'more' was in fact found... the underlines.

(Name) was always specific. Brilliant at writing, if you'd ask me. Therefore, it was completely unusual to notice her underlining useless sections. They had no significance in their sentences and so I was left wondering if they truly belonged to the areas in which they were placed. Perhaps they had a double meaning? With that thought, I re wrote each of the underlined words. My result, to my absolute surprise, left me with a complete new note:

"I plan to escape this stranger-like home so don't worry I will be with you soon alright?"

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Holy holy, a double meaning? Much like the underlined in the story, sleep also has a double meaning. Happiness and Addiction. Anyone agree? ;)) until next time guysss G'byee