His Beast - Part II

Married

Amy let go of my trousers and waddled around my legs. I stooped down and hoisted her up into my arms.

Merlin, she was getting big.

Her curly hair that resembled mine bounced as she giggled.

I felt something sticky in her tiny golden wings.

"What have you gotten into now?" I mumbled as I spun her around. Feathers were nearly impossible to wash.

"Jeanne?" I called up the stairs.

"Yes, love?"
She appeared at the top.

"I think Amy has something sticky in her wings."

"Again?"

"Again," I confirmed.

Jeanne sighed. "I'll take her. You take care of the Kelpie."

"How'd you know I was about to—"

She kissed my cheek and took our daughter from my arms.
Jeanne could be rather mysterious sometimes.

After they disappeared up the stairs, I dove into the Kelpie pool. For a moment, I just floated in the water, waiting.

Something whirled past me, leaving me flipping around in a swirl of bubbles.

The Kelpie came back around. This time, I grabbed ahold of the beast and it took me for a ride. We leapt out of the water, allowing me to breath for a moment, only to splash back down.

I pulled the reins, guiding Kelpie in towards the platform. I dismounted then quickly rubbed some ointment in his wound.

Bunty grabbed a bucket of fish allowing the Kelpie to eat as a treat/distraction while I worked on him.

When the fish were gone, so was the Kelpie.

~~~

Jeanne's POV

The doorbell rang.

With a sticky Amelia still in hand, I answered the door.

There before me stood Queenie and Jacob.

I had no idea they were coming.

"Jeanne, dear!" exclaimed the witch. She embraced me. "Oh my goodness, look at this little bean!"

Amelia shied into my shoulder.

"You're alright, darling," I mumbled to my little girl. "I was just about to wash her up."

Jacob shuffled into the flat. "She's a cutie," he slurred. He appeared drunk.

"Who's at the door, dear?" Newt called as he came up the stairs. He noticed our guests. "Jacob, Queenie? Is everything alright?"

"Oh yes," Queenie assured. "But how 'bout I tell you over supper."

~~~

Queenie whipped up something something delicious quickly.

Steaming piles of food soon appeared on four plates, and one little bowl.

By this time, I had washed Amelia. She sat at the table with a towel around her wings. She was very much enjoying the bowl of mash put in front of her.

"So, erm, what's the news?" Newt asked Queenie.

"Tina and I aren't talkin'," the witch began. She tucked a bib into the collar of Jacob's shirt.

"Why?" I asked.

"Aw, well, you know, she found it about Jacob and I seein' each other and she didn't like it." She served Jacob his meal as she spoke.
"Not allowed to date no-majes, not allowed to marry 'em cause of the law. Blah, blah, blah. She was all in a tizzy about you two."

Jacob dropped his spoon.
I looked over to see Amelia was having an easier time eating than him. There was something odd about the muggle.

"About me and Jeanne?" Newt asked.

"Mhmm," Queenie affirmed. "It's Spellbound, I brought it for you." Queenie produced three magazine and floated it to the table.
"Newt Scamander with fiancé Leta LeStrange," she read the headline. 

I furrowed my eyebrows and looked to Newt.

"No, my brother Theseus is marrying Leta. They've got the headline wrong," Newt explained.

"Huh . . . Oh dear," Queenie realized. "Tina was quite worried about you two. Which is kinda why she's extra angry with me. Anyway, now she's dating this Auror named Achilles Tulliver."

Jacob started laughing hysterically. "Tulliver!" he repeated.

Queenie laughed among with him. "Well, we're real excited to be here, Newt, Jeanne. It's a special trip for us. You see, Jacob and I, we're gettin' married!"

"I'm marrying Jacob!" Jacob shouted, then splashed his drink in his face.

I resisted the urge to drop my jaw.

Queenie produced confetti from her wand and laughed awkwardly.

Amy squirmed in her seat as she attempted to catch a piece of glitter which dissipated before it reached her fingers.

You've enchanted him, haven't you? I asked Queenie via her mind.

"What? I have not," the witch protested, wiping the juice from Jacob's face.

"Queenie you've brought him here against his will," Newt chimed in.

"I have not," Queenie insisted. "Look, he's happy!"

"Then you won't mind if I—" Newt produced his wand.

Queenie stood, blocking Jacob from him. "Please don't," she said quietly.

I stood to join my husband. "Queenie you've got nothing to fear if you want to get married. We can just lift the enchantment, and he can tell us himself."