Fantastic Beasts and How To Save Them (Newt Scamander)

Khonsu

Newt was the first to move, he set the suitcase ever so carefully onto the ground before holding his hand out to the man who made the suggestion. Enoch was not sure how he was going to climb down the ladder, but didn't question Newt as he helped him to the edge of the case and into the opening.

It was much more difficult to make his way into the case without his brace, and the moment his feet touched down he stumbled, falling painfully to his knees.

"Kadmeil, darling." Newt's hands pressed into Kadmeil's shoulders, helping him back to his feet and to balance against the ladder. "Are you alright?"

Newt spoke just above a whisper, his face inches from the smaller man as he scanned the Seers eyes for a sign of being in pain.

"I'm alright." Kadmeil spoke through a wave of pain, setting his uninjured hand on Newt's shoulder as he leaned forward. A kiss was pressed to the taller man's cheek before Kadmeil stepped past Newt and towards the workbench.

The Swooping Evil seems to cuddle into Newt's hand the moment he touches it, and easily lets the Wizard extract venom from it's pores. Kadmeil watches closely, his hands flicking through all of the ingredients on the shelves.

"Dilution, dilution, dilution." Kadmeil muttered under his breath, looking through the shelves with shaking hands. A thought passes through his mind, and ever so slowly he makes his way to the other side Newt, just as Newt looks to him. "Redgrave."

Kadmeil mutters it with a smile, reaching for the plant and passing a few stalks to the taller man beside him. It was almost like a secret between the two, their first interaction a muttering and pressing of hands together. Their bodies much to close to each other in such a small amount of time.

Newt accepted the plant, tucking the stalks into innumerable pockets and starting towards the ladder without second thought. Kadmeil just found himself smiling and crossing alone finding the taller wizards excitement an easy thing to follow, his foot not wanting to comply with the action. The Seer stumble, but did not have to fret the fall, Newt was there with a soft smile and delicate hands on thin forearms.

"I've got you." There was so much more behind the words that a simple exclamation to their current standing. Kadmeil found his eyes watering, pulling himself to Newt with a painful grip.

Newt righted the Seer, not letting his hands fall from the smaller man's waist as he pulled him to stand on his feet. Kadmeil just leaned into him, wrapping his arms around the man's neck and without much thought to their current standings and rush pressed a kiss to the man in front of him's lips.

Kadmeil did not let himself hold back, he pulled Newt to him by the man's collar, tangling his uninjured hand almost instantly into the back of Newt's hair at the base of his neck. Newt reacted the same, wrapping his arms around Kadmeil's waist and pulling him even closer, if that were possible.

Enoch peppered Kadmeil's cheeks with small kisses, before pulling away. "As much as I would love to continue this my love, we have to help a city to forget."

It was nearly poetic, and Kadmeil didn't care to fight Newt's hands when he helped him to the ladder or up it. His hands delicate as he pushed his feet into the correct spots, Queenie was able to steady him at the top, and Newt was there the moment he was upright.

Newt took over the dilution from there, and after a few moments it was ready, he looked to Kadmeil to be sure.

Kadmeil held out his hands, taking the small vial into hand and letting his eyes fall shut. His lips formed words that did not translate for any of the witches or wizards present. Newt couldn't place it, despite his travels. 

"انسوا العمل ، انسوا اللعنة ، باركوا الشرارة وكل قيمتها."

The vial hovered over his open hands, glowing bright gold before fading slightly. When Kadmeil opened his eyes they were a bright white, and it was a long moment before Newt realized that the color would not fade.

Newt moved away, crossing to Frank the Gryphon.

Kadmeil was stuck in his head, the events of the world around him was not apparent. Little black wisps float through his mind, the image of a phoenix flashing proudly. It was impossible for Kadmeil to pull himself free, a snake that could turn into a woman, and the body of a child floating through the ocean.

A lightening strike sounded.

Newt's hand landed on Kadmeil's elbow, and the white fades.

The aurors began to repair the room, just as Kadmeil came free from the memory. Newt is there, a soft smile and had just the same. The Seer was tired of this, and just as he went to voice his exhaustion President Picquery spoke.

"We owe you a great debt Mr. Scamander, Mr. Jones." President Picquery pauses and looks to Kadmeil, "Kadmeil?"

The Seer in question looked at the Witch in a lazy way. "Yes Madame President?"

"That is your name, yes?" A nod from Kadmeil was all that the woman needed, "You're a Seer, correct?" Once again, a nod. "May I ask for a consultation?"

It was something he had not done in hundreds of years. There was so much prejudice behind the existence of Seers, and the last time he had consulted it had not ended well, and the rise of a group of people very interested in Kadmeil not existing anymore was the outcome.

"I suppose." Kadmeil took her by the hand, using her as a crutch to lean on as he lead her away from the group. "I cannot look for something specific in your mind Madame President, and I cannot control what I see, or what I show you."

The President nods softly, "I understand."

When Kadmeil closes his eyes, they do not stay shut for long, they open with a flash, the white bright and shocking. His grip on the President's wrist tightens, but not unbearable. Her eyes dull over, a lighter version of the white in Kadmeil's eyes.

Together they see Grindewald in a cell, and a thestral flying through the sky. The image of Kadmeil was not something they expected, and a man almost as old Kadmeil frowned and commanded the wizards to thrust their wands into the ground.

It was the President who pulled away, her face twisted in horror at the sights that she had just witnessed. Kadmeil smiles in an apologetic way. "I am sorry that you had to see that Madame President."

She just shook her head, "I am sorry to have asked. But thank you Kadmeil."

The Seer just nodded, watching as the President turned her back to him.

"We have a lot to discuss Newt." Kadmeil's voice was almost apologetic.

~~~

Translations:

انسوا العمل ، انسوا اللعنة ، باركوا الشرارة وكل قيمتها. === Forget the work, forget the curse, bless the spark and all its worth.