Fantastic Beasts and How To Save Them (Newt Scamander)

Nephthys

The man looked rather embarrassed, and it took Enoch a moment to realize why, the man hand his hand on the door handle and was making an attempt to leave when Queenie spoke to him.

"Do you like pie or strudel Mr. Scamander?" Queenie said it with a smile, unbothered by his attempt to leave the apartment.

He just shook his head, dropping his hand and his eyes, looking instead to the Professor. Queenie continued on, speaking in broken sentences to Mr. Kowalski. Scamander took a moment to speak, his words directed towards Enoch, "I'm Newt, Newt Scamander."

Newt had an accent, and when Enoch looked him in the eyes a glimpse of magical creatures flew through them, a smile came onto Enoch's face, and he nodded his head in the mans direction.

An odd name and a beautiful face, and suddenly Enoch wished more than anything that he could paint this moment. "Enoch Jones." He stepped forward, holding out a hand to the man and not missing the way that Scamander's eyes fell to the cane and brace.

The wizards grip was soft and warm, and he shook Enoch's hand twice before releasing it, and pulled his hand to his chest. Enoch just smiled and turned to continue with setting the table. The table itself was big enough, but there was not the correct amount of chairs. Enoch waved his hand in an offhanded gesture, and a penny changed into a chair.

Wordless and wandless magic has always been one of Enoch's strong suits, though he did originally speak every spell, over time he recognized the fact that he must adapt to his surroundings. When he is separate from his wand, he can still protect those he needs to, and protection is always the goal.

"Go on and have a seat over there." Queenie's voice is just as light and breathy as always, she motioned to the armchair on the other side of the room, "I'll make you some cocoa, dinner will be ready in a little bit."

Enoch gives her a grateful smile, crossing the room and sinking into the chair with a sigh. His legs feel much better the moment they no longer bear the weight of the rest of him.

Mr. Scamander is wandering around, eyes trailing around the books that decorate the shelves, Mr. Kowalski's eyes focus solely on the Professor.

"A penny into a chair." He sounded exasperated and fully startled. "You're really one of them witches?"

Enoch let out a laugh, a soft one full of shaking shoulders, "Yes Mr. Kowalski, but I am referred to as a wizard, not a witch." It took him a second to process the answer before he asked another question.

"Do you work with Miss Goldstein at that government place?" He looked so confused, but happy to be able to ask questions without fear of being snapped at. Tina had a bit of a sharp tongue when it came to situations outside of her control.

"No, no. I'm a Professor. At a mug-," I pause, "No-maj College. It's down on Reynolds lane."

Mr. Kowalski appeared disappointed in Enoch's answer, but it did not bother the Professor, sometimes the truth is not as fantastic as one would hope for. Mr. Scamander had selected a book from the wall, the front cover all to familiar to Enoch as the story of the Pharoah's in Ancient Egypt.

Enoch averted his eyes rather quickly, noticing Queenie's knowing gaze as she motioned to the table. Mr. Kowalski was up in an instant, choosing his seat and unfolding his napkin onto his lap. Enoch had barely begun to grab his cane to push himself to his feet. It took multiple tries, the strain of the day and the comfortable fabric of the armchair kept him seated.

Just as he went to try again, a hand was held out to him, and on the other side of that hand, the blushing face of Newt Scamander.

The Professor muttered a 'thank you' accepted the hand without a second glance and letting the wizard pull him to his feet. Once he is stood firm, Enoch makes his way to the table, seated inbetween Mr. Kowalski and Tina, the still pink face of Mr. Scamander looking at him from across the table.