Jaune || Newt Scammander

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          Jaune holds him close, wrapping an arm around his to pull him under the umbrella. She watched the road carefully as a car rushes past them before the boy could even blink she was pulling him as gently as she could across the road to avoid any more cars. As they set foot onto the wet pavement, a car honks and her heel slips beneath her causing her to fall onto the road. The boy, still connected at the arm pulls her away from the road as quickly as he can. A loud ding of a bell as the door to the shop swings open but her world slowed.

The ringing of the bell faded into silence and her gaze was taken over. There were faint cries before a sharp slap of skin against skin resounded throughout the room. A cry of pain. Jaune looks up at the stairs as a gasp was heard from the Loft. Her glowing eyes try to see but it only shows two figures, one looked like a child or a boy crouched over. The woman beside him looked to be his mother. Another figure appears and the woman is forced to drop the looped belt in her hand with another gasp of shock. Magic. "Filthy-"

The woman is thrown back into the railing before the figure could do any more magic she rushes for the stairs with fear in her eyes but determination. The woman rushes straight through Jaune, coming face to face with her. A stunning spell smacked her in the back before she could make it to the door.

Jaune's gaze moves from the unconscious muggle back to the loft as the figure crouches down beside the child. Feeling compelled she steps up the stairs, observing as the figure places a delicate hand on the child. At closer inspection, it's a woman, familiar in face surprisingly but the boy — "Credence," the woman whispered — was the very same boy she had just found.

The vision fades as Aurors burst in through the door — instead, now she stands above New York City atop a building, alone. Flashes of unnatural light spark in the distance. The rumbling of the city at night as a nearby building falls to the ground, emitting a cloud of dust and smoke to fly into the air above the rooftops. Jaune watched silently as some wrecked the city she now had no choice to call home before she is pulled back — standing at the end of the dock.

Liners sail effortlessly through the docks while seagulls soar hazardous above them. Passengers climb down from ships creating crowds of at least hundreds of people. Immigrants, travellers or even soldiers. All lining up to move through the queue to get into America officially. She had never been here or experienced something like this. It felt strange enough that she truly felt like a muggle. People walked through her with their luggage, some with child or couples with arms around each other. Some were lone travellers. Jaune observed, unlike the last two visions, nothing was obvious before a flash before her eyes of two hands breaking a stick with fiery red flame— no, a wand... —

A deep breath was greatly appreciated as she is placed down on a chair. Her brothers worried face watching down at her. He knew exactly what had happened but sent a nervous glance towards the boy — Credence — as he stood anxiously by the door. Fussing nervously with his fingers and looking around through his eyelashes. The siblings shared a glance, exhaustion taking over her body as she sat up properly in her seat. She must really get a couch.

"Alistair," she said as her blurry vision trained onto the boy, "please if you wouldn't mind, make a pot of tea."

His face didn't even falter as he watched Credence in the corner before disappearing into the shop. Jaune caught his eye with a sweet smile gesturing for the seat across from her. Credence hesitates, eyeing her with great caution but Jaune knew she would never be a threat to him. Finally, he seated himself, the chair scraping against the floor. He faced his body away from him as if to protect himself but she only smiled in his direction. Her delicate fingers fiddling with the cloth bound book on the table beneath the fresh flowers that had slightly wilted from the lack of sun.

"I'm sorry for what happened out there..." she began, she hadn't needed to gain his attention back as he'd already been staring. She didn't even bat an eye at it as she had become so used to it over the years, "I do hope that it didn't turn you off our little shop."

Credence didn't imply any other type of emotion besides fear and being uncomfortable but Jaune ignored it and smiled when he shook his head no. Jaune could hear her brother moving things in the back. The front area had been closed for the day as the night was drawing dark. Silently her mind wandered back to her vision. She hoped she wouldn't forget but as she turns her gaze back to the staring Credence, she realised that he would not be something she could forget easily.

"You can come back here anytime you'd like, " she told him suddenly as if her voice brought him back he flinched from her words and looked away, "my door will always be open, Credence, to those in need."

The boy flushed shyly, refusing the make eye contact with her. He couldn't help himself. She was alluring. He knew it had to witchery but what he didn't know was she couldn't control it. She tried her hardest to balance her allure with people but found it hard herself, especially when her brother loved using his charms. They could never escape it, yet only Alistair seemed to enjoy their gift.

Credence knew immediately, his heart raced and his mind spun enormously. He didn't want to think about the punishment he would receive coming home, should he even tell her. He felt bewitched, fooled and silly but something about her, despite the feelings he was forced to feel, he had never felt in a much safer, understanding, presence. As soon as his name left her lips, it had taken him a moment, but he had never told her his name. She was a witch.

Alistair returned with a tray, floral cups sat normally on the tray. Neat white floral cups sat poetically inside matching saucers, the teapot sitting petitely by Jaune's hand. Credence watched Alistair as he poured in the brewed tea in one of the three cups, only to place the teapot back down with a clatter. Swiftly bringing his pure tea to his mouth. Jaune glanced unappreciatively at her brother before grabbing the teapot herself.

"Excuse my brother, " she smiled pouring into the cup closest to Credence, "Alistair doesn't quite understand politeness from time to time. Only when he gets what he wants."

"What is your name?" Credence finally utters, his voice is breathy and weak. Almost too quiet to hear but she heard it. This time she falters not because he spoke but because the resounding realisation that he doesn't know her name...and she had said his. Those had been the first words from Credence, not his name.

Clearing her throat, Jaune sends him a small smile as if she hadn't nearly spilled the tea. Credence watches her with cautious eyes as both cups are filled and the teapot is retired. Alistair stared at the side of his sister's face, slurping his tea. Politely she placed her hand into her lap, her dress soaked. She finally looked Credence in the eyes and he felt captivated.

"Jaune." She told him, before placing three sugars in her tea. Her brother liked strong tea unlike herself, she preferred sweet things.

"I've never heard that name before..." He trailed off, watching her stir the tea. Something so captivating in mundane affairs, only because they were done by her.

"No, it's hardly common." She smiled, the breathiest laugh if it was funny, "It quite literally is the French word for Yellow."

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