Abandoned (Newt Scamander/Reader)

Chapter 2

Home sweet home, shall they say.

You were lucky enough to get the right time when Mary Lou was busy so that you could slip back to the Salem without getting another punishment for not doing your work properly. And to be honest, now that 'your mother' couldn't make a scene about you, it felt like time sped up on his own. When you could finally notice its speed, it had already rushed away, not giving you any chance to react. You tried to avoid contacting anybody this time. You didn't want to accidentally say something you would regret later. In this house even the wall had ears...

The next day Mary Lou decided to go out by herself to give speeches to the citizens. Like she could turn them into 'your' side. Well, her side. You didn't want to take part in this bullshit. Anyway, she let you stay here with the others, but of course only after she gave you two some work, and letting your little sisters, Chastity and Modesty out of this.  You and Credence got the dirty work, to clean up the whole church with the broom, not caring about your condition nor your scars. Your hands were still in a huge pain which lightly twitched everytime you pulled the broomstick at another angle. It should have been painful, but your attention was on another thing.

You couldn't help but think back to the previous day. To that kind stranger. "Newt Scamander..." you whispered out almost mutely, fearing if someone could hear it as you were staring blankly down at the wooden floor. You didn't dare to tell anyone what happened, not like you should have given too much credit for that. It was just an accident, yet... just thinking about that stranger made your stomach squeeze in excitement. He was the first one who didn't look through you. The first one who saw you as a human being. The first one.. who actually helped you since the first time ever. You were pretty sure he noticed the scars on your palm. And now it started bugging you.. whether what could he feel about that? Sympathy? Horror? Anger? Maybe he didn't feel anything at all... You shook your head. Why did you think about this anyway?

Not that the two of you would have met again.

The front door has been opened on the opposite side of the hall. You flinched at the sudden noise which dragged you out of your train of thoughts, although you didn't make much effort to pay attention who came in - Salem has always been a 'welcoming' place for whoever wanted to get somewhere warmed up. Nothing more but a glance was all that you did towards the visitor, but the sight made your heart race up suddenly.

It was him, coming into this place. 

Newt Scamander.

And actually, he was not alone. A woman came with him, cautiously looking around the place. She was wearing a gray, long textile coat with a black cap. It seemed like she was searching for someone or something.. or maybe checking if that was away. You couldn't really read her expression, and to be honest you didn't want to stare at her. She might have noticed you doing it, which would have turned into a really awkward situation.

Besides your attention moved towards the guy who, after noticing where you were, quickly turned his steps towards you. Every inch he did to get closer made you nervously squeeze the broomstick tighter, despite the scars on your palms. Then he stopped in front of you, now struggling like he came here without thinking and now he didn't know what to say. It seemed like you had to start this conversation.

"You came here..." you stated it out after a heavy swallow.

He showed you a faded smile as a response "Well since I got your leaflet I might as well thought about visiting you. Also my.." he stopped for a split second like he was thinking about the perfect word. "..friend wanted to make a visit too. I think she mentioned about meeting already with that boy before." He glanced towards the woman who apparently found your friend in the other part of the hall. She was currently talking to him and he was cautiously listening to her. He didn't look scared though, so you guessed that she was only asking some questions or so.