Newt Scamander x Reader Imagines

24

I finish scraping the bottom of the potion bottle. I hold the spoon firmly in my hand and finish off the rest of the Honey Goo. Honey Goo is a type of serum that helps my vocal cords and my veins.  It clears out the vocal cords and helps strengthen my veins which I need. 

My goal was to head over to the Goldstein's house or rather an apartment, to get ready to head over to the MACUSA. Yay- Government work. But this time it was for the fact that I had published a new book and the government wanted to interview the Goldsteins and I because we all wrote it.

It was a book that now has been published in both the No-Maj world and ours. Since of the State of secrecy, the government wants us to interview with them and then go onto other No-Maj interviewers.  

My brain is tired and my wrist hurts a little bit from sending more little sketches- written sketches to Tina. Queenie and I both give the writings to Tina who then edits them adds a bit more and gives it to the other girl so they can edit it. Then she receives the writing back and puts it in a story.

Honestly, I don't see why we need all of this commotion.  My main life goal was just to publish a book. And look I did that. But now, it seems like everyone is screaming over it. Which is really cool but I could totally use 8 good hours of rest.

A little bird knocks on my window. I open the window and grab the paper bird then shut the window since I don't want to freeze. The bird unfolds itself into a flat sheet of paper that simply reads:

Grab your dress and meet us at the house in half an hour. We have to be at the MACUSA in 1. Love, you know us. 

Of course, they send me a paper bird. Why wouldn't they?

I grab the dress that both of the girls think is my most professional, it's a marbled peppermint cocktail dress. I throw on a leather jacket and put my hair up in a- top knot? Yes in a top- knot. Then I grab my keys and run out of the house with my backpack down the city streets to their apartment.

Snow falls down in my hair and sets on the dress that is in one arm. A red pen that matches the dress somewhat in colour bounces up in the top knot that is my hair. I race down the street.  My head hurting with each bounce of ice that my feet encounter. 

I turn on the pavement for what the 50th time in 20 minutes. My hands feel cold and I can see y breath freezing in the air. I then stumble up to the front steps and yell hi to the landlord. I run up to the sister's front door and knock before letting myself in. 

"Ello, Y/N, Do you need to change or are you ready to go?" Tina yelled at you when you entered. Queenie nodded a hello to you and you yelled back at Tina.

"I'll need to change into that one dress. Remember you're coat! I'm shivering right now!" I yelled back.

"Will do!" Tina yelled.

"Do you want any coffee?" Quennie asked me as I set down my backpack. 

"No thanks, could you put anything else you need in here?" I asked Queenie as I ran to the restroom to change into the dress I had brought. 

I quickly changed and looked at myself in the mirror for a little bit before I looked at the clock on the wall. 11:45. We had to be at the office at Noon then at other interviews.

I exited and compiled all of my stuff before the sisters were done. They threw me their keys and we all got ready to head out. 

Tina had on a warm golden sweater dress and Quennie looked like an adorable rose gold covered doll. I locked the door and we all held hands ready to aperate from the hallway. Which is always fun. 

We all ended up in the lobby of the 2 floor. The interview was to be held on the 75th floor. So we had ways to go. 

I walked in and sat down, according to all of the instructions that quite a few officials gave me. While I was waiting for everyone to get settled I threw my backpack on the floor and started writing a little bit in a notebook. Giving the notebook to Tina to look over and giving Queenie her own notebook. 

I was writing something about a war- of disease, that washed over troops during a war. It was something random and that didn't need to be explained at all.

I finally looked up from my writing to see the intervewer walk in the room. It was a young adult who had nice curly hair like my best friend, B/F/N. 

"Ello, I'm Newt Scamander, I'll be here to interview you guys today."

I leaned close to Tina and whispered in her ear. "He looks cute."