Newt Scamander Imagines

valentines day ball ( 12 )

Imagine Newt and you going to the Valentine's Day ball together.

au: newt doesn't get expelled lol.

year six

"Y/N where should I put this up?" asks Rain, a fellow classmate and close friend of yours. She proudly holds up a banner with red hearts painted across it.

You direct her to the back of the Great Hall towards where the Gryffindor dining table once was. She nods excitedly before heading over there, a roll of tape in her hands.

You watch as the event that you had planned came to life around you, volunteers in your year putting up all of the valentines decorations you had made. You smile at the progress, it looked wonderful. The lights in the Great Hall had shone a gorgeous pink colour and the red and white decorations added to the romantic feel of the event.

"Look at this," grins Professor Carmicheal, the potions prof. "You did amazingly for your first event," she continues to humble.

You blush at her comment, taking great pride in her words. "Thank you, Professor."

"I came across a couple of Ravenclaws asking each other to the ball earlier this morning, it was very cute."

"Is that so," you smirk, looking up to face the Professor. "It seems that love is in the air now," you say watching a group of girls giggling in the corner whilst cutting out white hearts out of parchment. "Speaking of which, are you bringing anyone to the dance?"

Professor Carmicheal's face goes red, "Why, that would be inappropriate seeing as I am the teacher supervisor for the event," she waves away your question. "Plus, who would ask me?"

"What about Professor Dumbledore, he always seems to enjoy speaking with you," you suggest.

She laughs promptly as if I had just told a joke, "No, Professor Dumbledore couldn't like me like that."

You furrow your brows, "Why not?"

"Oh," she pauses trying to formulate her thoughts, making sure to be very careful with what she said. "He um, is much too occupied with more important matters for dating."

You could tell she wasn't exactly telling the whole truth but you don't push further as to not impede on their personal lives.

"Besides, if the organizer of the ball herself does not have a date, then it is okay if I don't either."

You sigh at this, remembering that indeed you were going to be alone at your own event. How embarrassing was that going to be?

Professor Carmicheal starts down the Great Hall, keeping a close eye on all of the volunteers, while you stayed back watching everything unfold before you. You look over at the Hufflepuff table and see a lonely Newton Scamander, putting glitter on one of the posters. You run over to him, deciding that he could use some help.

"Hey Newt," you say loudly, putting both of your hands on his shoulders. He jumps up, nearly throwing the entire jar of glitter up into the air.

"Y/N," he says, exasperated, "You scared me."

You can't help but snicker, he was just too easily scared. "Need some help?" you offer. Before he could even answer you take a seat right next to him, grabbing a plain poster for yourself.