WICKED MAGIC ▹ N. SCAMANDER [slow updates]

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SIX. | "DISGUISING MY APPEARANCE NEVER MADE ME FEEL GOOD."

"Dear Arty,

I honestly don't understand your insistence on this topic. Your relationship with Leta has nothing to do with me, there's no need for you to put me in the middle of this. Since when is this exchange of notes about your private life? No matter how much I argue about my disliking toward her, nor how much you claim that she's not like that, none of us is going to back down. But then again, "love is blind", is what they say.

Oh, the Swooping Evil has such beautiful colours, don't you think? I was mesmerized after seeing it for the first time when my mother brought one home, but since she told me that they could be quite dangerous for being encephalophage - the fancy word for 'feed on people's brains' - I make sure to stay very far from it.

Well, I admit that Occlumency must be very difficult to master, emptying your mind and controlling your emotions must be very exhausting and psychologically draining. Guess I'm gonna try it, I love a good challenge.

- Mitsa."

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Newt placed his case on the floor and, to Jacob's utter astonishment, he opened it up and walked down inside it, causing the No-Maj to let out a small scream of alarm. Newt's hand appeared from the case beckoning him and Trinity. The British witch complied promptly, taking the hand of the Magizoologist, who, after recognizing her by the softness of her skin, helped the woman descend the stairs inside the case.

There were no complications as it was a simple action, but after the last step, they realized how close they were when she rose her head to thank him. Again, Newt couldn't stop thinking about how familiar she was, and how could he possibly forget such beautiful woman like herself; on the other hand, Trinity was having trouble to put aside the fact that the cute boy from Hogwarts grew to be an adorable and charming man.

Their breaths were mixed and their lips were mere centimeters from each other. It would be so easy for Newt to close that distance and find out for himself if her lips were as soft as her hands. But, the more time he took to build up the courage, the more hesitant he got. What if she didn't feel the same? What if she refused him and pushed him aside? The idea of making a fool of himself took the best of him, and he ended up being the one to break the contact and interrupting the moment they were having, not noticing the disappointed look on Trinity's eyes. He wasn't put into Gryffindor for a reason, after all.

Meanwhile, Jacob remained in the room to stare agape at the case, breathing heavily and trying to process the situation. A man and a woman have just entered inside it, how was that even possible? Was he that ill? Newt's hand, impatient, appeared again after a few moments. "Come on." He enticed. Jacob rallied himself, got out of bed and stepped down into Newt's case, only for his waistline get stuck as he tried hard to squeeze himself through, making the case bounce up and down with his effort.