WICKED MAGIC ▹ N. SCAMANDER [slow updates]

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FOUR. | "TROUBLESOME AS ALWAYS, I SEE... ARTY."

"Dear Mr. Scamander,

I'm perfectly aware of who you are. Some people call you odd, others, an introvert. In my opinion, you're both, but not in a bad way. I like it. Sorry for not introducing myself, but it's better if I remain unknown to you as I'm not very fond of your friend, the Lestrange girl. And since you're clearly in love with her, better not get in the middle and keep my opinions to myself. I'm sure they'd not please you very much.

Oh, this creature is very ugly yet really amusing, don't you think? But although the growth tentacles on the Murtlap's back can be pickled and eaten to improve your resistance to jinxes, don't eat it too much. My brother made such a mistake and grew hideous purple ear hair. He didn't hear the end of it. It's been years and we still tease him about it. But Murtlap Essence is a home remedy for cuts and abrasions, as my mother found out some time ago. She's no Potioneer, but my sister offered her a hand.

As you don't seem to like me calling you by your full name, I'm calling you Arty as everyone else calls you Newt. A different nickname for a different kind of friendship. What do you say? As for you, though, I continue being simply

- Mitsa"

🐾

The trio walked along the street with Tina carrying the case.

"I can't believe you didn't Obliviate that man!" She was on the verge of tears. "If there's an inquiry, I'm finished!"

Trinity could point snidely that she shouldn't have stuck her nose on other people's business, but had the common sense to keep her mouth shut as that wasn't the right moment to be a bitch - she'd save that for later. Plus, the situation was bad enough as it was.

"So why would you be finished? I'm the one that's-"

"I'm not supposed to go near the Second Salemers!" She cried.

A small blue creature with helicopter-like wings on its head zoomed over their heads. Trinity and Newt spun, horrified, watching it. If a Billywig was flying freely on the street, it meant the Muggle opened the damn case.

"What was that?" Tina asked suspiciously, not being able to recognize most of the magical creatures.

"Er- moth, I think. Big moth."

Trinity gave Newt a look, which he could easily decipher as her way to tell him he was crazy and a terrible liar - something he already knew, not the first person to think that. He blamed it on his "Hufflepuffiness", a term that a fellow student of Hogwarts once used to describe his awkwardness - it was also the only time they interacted, he never knew her name.