Warnings: A bit choppy, I also skipped a big chunk of the movie
Extra: I. Love. Newt. Scamander.
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"Did you get in trouble again?"
The only response I got from Newt was a small smile. It was enough for me to know however. I shook my head with a small laugh, tilting my head to look out the window. Newt settled down next to me, holding his hand out to an injured Bowtruckle he found the day before.
"You're going to get yourself expelled someday, you know that?"
"Then I can start saving animals right away!" Newt beamed, causing me to giggle, "Speaking of which, we need to come up with a name for this little guy."
"Hmm," I looked at the small creature, holding out my hand so he could latch onto it. Newt and I were like his trees, "What about Picket?"
"Picket? I like it," Newt grinned, watching the little creature in amazement.
"See? If you got expelled who would come up with names? Not only that, but I'd miss you," I reached out for his hand with my Picket-free blushing when I realized what I'd done, "We're supposed to be a pair. Promise we'll stay friends forever?"
"Would you prefer we do an unbreakable vow?" Newt's voice was teasing, but I was almost tempted to say yes.
"We'll save that for later," I held up my pinky instead, "This will have to do for now. Promise?"
"I promise we'll stay friends forever," Newt agreed, looping his pinky around my own.
Both of us laughed when Picket used our connected fingers to climb onto New instead. He approved of the promise as well.
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"Newt's an interesting name."
"Huh?" I looked up from my typewriter to Queenie, who was smiling brightly at me.
"You weren't thinking about your paper, you were thinking about Newt, and the promise you made. Who is he?"
"He was my best friend back at Hogwarts, a Ravenclaw and a Hufflepuff, who would have guessed? We promised that we would be friends forever, but after he was expelled it was hard to stay in touch, and then my parents moved all of us to America..."
"Maybe you should track him down," Queenie suggested, "Something tells me that you were more than just friends."
I flushed at the comment, glancing down at my half finished paper, "He's the um, he's the one I've been waiting for."
"Oh!" Queenie seemed much more excited about the whole situation, "Then you have to find him, you're in love with him!"
"Love is a strong word," I sighed, slouching down in my chair, "I would prefer the words 'have strong affection for'."
