I Have A Secret: Newt Scamander X Child! Reader

A Quiet Day...

Even after finding a more than pleasant place to take shelter in for at least a while, Newt Scamander spent the first night resting in his case. The man knew  he should have slept in an actual bed after the chaos in New York, and not being able to fully recover from it while on the boat traveling back to London; yet, the case had always been his  home.

Ruby Hudson was a sweet older lady, who accepted him almost the instant he introduced himself. She told him that it was a gift she acquired from living with her aunt in the same flat. Ruby even told him she would have to invite him over for tea to talk about the many interesting guests they had at the flat through her childhood.

Safe to say, there was a slight possibility he regretted it when a graphorn's set of tentacles ticked his face; causing the poor man to wake up in a rush.

But, instead of growing annoyed, once he calmed down, Newt only laughed, and wished him a "Good morning!" before standing himself up. The morning played out like usual from there; he fed all of his creatures, woke a few of the younger ones up from their sleep, and had to tend to a few of those injured. Thankfully, only Dougal had a thorn stuck in his hand, and the niffler scraped his leg.

Newt hadn't realize he was standing outside of the snowy room until he felt a chill run down his spine. He couldn't tell if it was his own fear, or the temperature. Swallowing his hesitance, he pulled open the curtain, and stepped into the room caked with snow.

He stepped closer and closer to the obscurus calmly swaying in the wind. Newt froze just when the black spirit seemed to swirl faster, obviously anxious at the person approaching it.

"Now, now, it's only me." He spoke in a comforting tone. It worked, as the obscurus settled down and moved along with the breeze in the room.

He smiled. "I'm sorry. I hope you weren't lonely for these days. It's just been a smidge busy, you know how all of the creatures can be, especially when they're restless." He attempted a smile. "I think they miss you the most."

The spirit only continued to sway as their response. 

"I miss you too, I want you to know that." 

Still no response. 

He sighed, eyes staring at the pure, white ground. "Sometimes, there are days I wake up, and I expect you to come running to me." He chuckled. "Always being proud of yourself for helping me."

Gathering the courage to look back up, he spoke. "You absolutely have no idea how much I cherished those moments."

When the obscurus responded instantly be circling around itself gently, Newt couldn't help the soft smile upon his face. Standing up and nodding a 'goodbye' to the obscurus, he turned and left the small room covered in snow.

And there stood the obscurus, standing by itself once again.

...

"Mama, can sticks walk?"

Grace L/N froze as she washed the two dishes after breakfast. She turned around to face her child. "Of course not. Why do you ask?"

They shrugged. "I saw a man with a walking stick."

"It must have been an older gentleman, Y/N." She sighed, and walked to make the bed.

"But it wasn't! He had stick that could walk." The child whined. 

She sighed. "I'm sure he did. Now, who is he?"

Y/N froze at their mother's question. They knew their mother didn't like Newt, even when they told her he was a nice man. Why didn't she like him, even though she hasn't met him? She said he could have taken them away from her; but, he wouldn't do that, there's no way!