Shots to a "Merry" Christmas

Newt Scamander x Reader: Defender

ーBalls and blasphemyー

A ball. It was uncharacteristic of you to ever step foot in one, much less be part of one. But Newt's brother had wanted him over in this particular one and had sent owls upon owls over the matter. Insistent indeed, he was.

It took about five owls at his window before the magizoologist had relented and replied his brother, Theseus that yes, he'd be there and yes, he'd bring someone along. And so, here you were, standing right at the doorstep of the ball-party event. You weren't exactly sure whether it was actually a ball, a party or just a gathering but you did understand that it was still a celebration. For what, however, you did not know. Having said that, you still did your best to look the part, dressed suitably for the occasion. You donned a high low cocktail dress with it's beautiful uneven satin skirt cut in a way which made the back of it trail downwards, wisping around your ankles while the front stopped short right before your knees. It was a beautiful thing, the black satin wisping around your form despite it being a semi-open backed dress.

"You uh, you look really stunning in that today." Newt complimented, nervously scratching his neck. He didn't really know where he should be looking, in all honesty.

Taking your hand in his, Newt went inside only to be swept up by Theseus just moments after who pushed two flutes of champagne into his hands.

Clapping a hand onto his shoulder, his brother smiled when Newt took the drinks, handing one to you in turn. "Lovely to see you here, brother. I was hoping that you wouldn't stand me up this time. Who is this lady you've brought with you?" He gestured to you.

"Well, I'm glad to say that I didn't let you down this time. This is (y/n). (y/n) (l/n), an acquaintance of mine. And um, I did say that I'd bring a companion along..."

You took his older brother's proffered hand and flashed him a smile. "I see now, so you're his infamous brother."

"How are things..." The conversation trailed off as you detached yourself from his side, leaning against one of the many railings and taking the place in.

It was quite the brilliant sight with magically influenced candle-lights and sparkly ornaments all charmed to hang mid-air. There was even a few intricately-designed crystal chandeliers hanging up the ceiling and candle-holders of similar craftsmanship on the walls. You were about to walk away to see what more the place had to offer when you felt someone grab you by the shoulder. Turning back, you found yourself face to face with your ex. As finely dressed as always, looking none too worse for the wear. In fact, he was groomed to perfection and pleasantly gleeful that he had found you amidst the crowds. "Fancy seeing you here, (y/n)." He greeted you in that unmistakably silky tone that sent shivers down your spine.

You had left this man for good and now he was here, back to haunt you yet again. Biting back the lump that had suddenly formed in your throat, you gave him a forced smile. "I could say the same too. Fancy seeing you here but now, if you'd excuse me. I believe that I've got somewhere I have to be--" You tried to give him an excuse and make your getaway quickly but he had seen through it and cut you off mid-way. "Slithery as a snake now, are we? No, dear. You aren't getting away so easily. Not when I've finally found you again." He stepped closer into your personal bubble before hissing in your ear.

"Excuses won't work on me, sweet. I know you too well for that and I'm sure that we have a lot of catching up to do hmm?"

The shivers returned and a resounding smack rang out, resounding through the air. You had unconsciously slapped the guy hard in the cheek out of pure instinct. Yes, that guy was getting a little on your nerves a little too much and you didn't really like how he was advancing onto you like that. The resounding slap had quite a bit of force packed into it and it sent him stumbling a few steps back. Your ex had a hand on his cheek as he snarled a couple of vile names at you. Sensing that he had an audience, he smirked, deciding to play it up a little.