Petrichor // Newtina

Chapter 1 : Orange Sky

December 14th 1926

To Porpentina Goldstein at 679 West 24th Street, New York.

It hasn't been long since I left, and still I feel I owe you an explanation of why I didn't write sooner. You see, a lot of things have happened since I boarded the ship back to London, and I would like to tell you about them before I mention the excruciating boredom that is dealing with the Ministry of Magic upon my arrival, and how often I had to deal with them since I got here.

Thanks to the rope that kept my case shut, (which I already fixed as soon as I got home,I swear) I was able to rest a little longer than I have been doing these last few days. Even though everything that happened was tiring, I want you to know, that I enjoyed every second of my stay in New York. I would even say, it was a lot more interesting than I thought.

"A lot more interesting", Newt thought while his lips made subtle and dorky smile.

Though, if I'm honest, I'd like to say that I'm feeling a bit confused about this whole experience. It's a bittersweet ending, and kind of unfair. If I can express myself confidently, I lacked time. It's been a long time since I felt that kind of nostalgia, while leaving a place like "The Big Apple", and the wonderfulness of this one.

My life hasn't been so interesting until last year. You could say I'm a lad with luck, since I found the opportunity to travel once I started writing my book. I would've never thought, at the beginning, I would enjoy this quite as much as I have been lately.

I really wish that, once my book is published, my fellow witches and wizards, will be able to understand the animals that inhabit our world better, and how wonderful they are. If I could speak freely to you, there were times I truly wanted to inflict the same pain that they caused on those poor creatures; you would probably start to think badly of me. I never did, if that can spare me from some of your judgement, but I must admit that I got in trouble more than once by trying to save them.

Now that I recall, I hope you can forgive me for lying to you when we met. Not everyone can see the wonder in what I do. You'll see, Frank was the real reason why I went to New York. I wanted him to be safe from the clutches of the Ministry, until I could release him to his home.

Everything that happened after setting foot in America was the opposite of what I originally intended, and even though I'm disappointed by how everything turned out, I'm still happy that it happened. I'm glad it happened.

I really hope I can publish my book soon.

Newt stopped for a moment, though as honest that he'd like to be, as much that wants to tell her she was, for the most part, the most wonderful thing about his trip; that he want to get over with it as soon as possible so he could go back to her.

His hand stopped by his heart.

A beat.

He wondered if he should say things like that, if that would upset her, and without knowing, he lost many minutes staring at the letter at his messy table. The candle that floated beside him was the only thing illuminating his studio as the night turn darker.

Newt wanted to ignore the fact he could miss someone this much. It hurt a little.

This time, I can say it was harder to come back home.

I haven't forgotten what I promised you.

"A well-wisher", Newt Scamander.

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He felt a little embarrassed after reading the letter. It was his first time writing to a woman, and consequently, feared that it could bother her, or worse, bore her. But constant writing would mean an occasional ramble, and there were a lot of subjects he did not quite understand... yet.

Since when has he felt such lack of words, and still show the courage to express his thoughts? It was something completely new.

If anything was true, is that Newt believed that the life and tales Tina would have to offer, would be more interesting than his. Even if she only talked about of her being late for work, or if she didn't have time to comb her hair in the morning.

He took a deep breath, and returned to his senses.

Once he was done with the letter, he looked at the ink stains on the paper, and how wrinkled it got because of his own nervousness while writing it. He could take some time to rewrite it, but decided that he shouldn't waste more time on it.

With a whistle, he called his owl; a tiny beautiful bird, golden winged, with a slight hue of brown. Heinrich, popped out his heart-shaped head by the door of the unorganized studio, flying straight to the arm his old friend extended for him.

—Heinrich, may I dispose of your time? I need you to take this letter to the Magic Postal Service, as soon as possible. You see, I'd ask you to deliver it yourself, but the journey might be to long and tiring. —Newt petted him on the chin, the bird took the envelope with his small beak and headed to the slightly opened window.

It was around 4am in rainy London, and although Newt knew it was very unlikely that his letter would arrive the next day, he could not help but feel a strange sensation through his chest.

He felt his heart skip a beat, it was like a hole in his stomach, followed by a shiver down his spine. He was excited, wanting to know what kind of letter Tina would write for him.