I Have A Secret: Newt Scamander X Child! Reader

Eilis and the Gift

"Eilis (pronunciation): A-lish"

Y/N lay on the creaky bed for what seemed like hours, as they watched their mother  work. She had stayed up almost the entire night; doing nothing but searching through articles in the paper, circling and crossing them off. 

"Mama?" They whispered.

The mother shot herself up from her daze, and looked over to her child. "Yes, sweetie?"

"Why aren't you going to work at the factory?"

Grace sighed, then stood up from her spot at the table. She kneeled in front of the child, and rested a hand on their head. "Mummy was...fired from making dresses. Do you know what 'fired' means?"

"You get burned?"

She chuckled. "In a way, yes. But, it also means that I'm not allowed to work their anymore." She swallowed a sob catching in her throat. "But, I'm going to try my hardest to find another job; one that's better than the stinky dress factory."

Y/N smiled as they felt a kiss on their forehead. The child snuggled themselves more into the bed, and stared up at the ceiling for a bit longer as the mother continued to look through the paper.

As the mother and child were eating their small breakfast, Y/N pushed the hair out of their face, and spoke. "Mama, can I work at Eilis' bakery?"

Grace stared at her bowl still full of cornflakes; the child noticed she hadn't touched her food at all.

"Mama?" 

The woman flinched, and picked up a spoon and stirred her cereal. "Yes?"

"Can I go to Eilis' bakery? I can help her make things again." The child begged.

Shaking her head, the mother sighed. "Y/N, you don't have to work because I-."

"But I like it there!" They interrupted. "She gives me lollipops and other sweets sometimes. She doesn't even let me cook a lot, she just makes me clean."

"It's very early, I don't know if she's even opened."

"She says that I can come early anytime."

"How do you know that for certain?" 

"She told me."  Y/N said with an 'obviously' tone in their voice."

Grace clenched her jaw, and closed her eyes, taking a breath. "Fine,"

The child smiled, and hopped out of the chair to get dressed, and put on their new boots.

"But wear your best cothes, do as she says, don't casue a mess," the mother listed off 'don't's as she stood up. "and for lord's sake, please don't take that much money from her."

 Y/N smiled, and opened the top drawer with their favorite (suit/dress). "Of course i won't, mum."

The mother turned around and finished her breakfast as Y/N changed. When they were finished, they began tugging on their boots, and trying to lace them.

"Here sweetie, let me help." Grace said, kneeling down to tie up the boots. Y/N stood up when she was done, and grabbed the door handle. 

"Y/N," the mother called again. Grunting, the child turned around to face their mother. "I want you to only go to the bakery, and come back from the bakery; no dawdling allowed."

They nodded." Yes, mummy." They opened the door.

"Y/N,"

"What?!" They whinned, turning around again.