As he stepped into the peculiar suitcase, a part of you practically shouted at you to follow him, while another contemplated the dangers, but you ignored it, and let your vivid curiosity take over.
You stepped down into the case, and saw that very man tending to a.. Snake? With wings? You stepped further down, but a creak sounded, and the man burst in only to see you, standing on the briefcase's ladder, your heart racing. He looks at you with a glint in his eyes, seeming to see right through your clothes and knowing of what's underneath.
The man seemed to be observing you, fascinated by you and your unwanted entry. "h-hello, my n-name is y-y/n" you stated, which made the man stumble with his movements, but he didn't get aggressive like everyone else, but instead, he replied to you with; "Newt. Newt Scamander" after stating his name to you, he seemed to shift his hand closer to his pocket, purposely trying to hide his slight movement, which made you uneasy.
"Where is this?" you asked nervously, knowing it wasn't exactly the best question, or the one you wanted to ask, and yet he still replies to it; "this is my own utopia for the injured, a habitat for my creatures, and especially me." you chuckled silently to yourself at the last comment he made, he seemed quite mysterious to you, however, timid.
You hadn't had any sort of joy in years, so it felt refreshing to hear a joke you could enjoy. Newt offered you to stay for some tea, and you agreed reluctantly, still not satisfied with the information you hoarded from him. He seemed to examine your bandages the most out of everything in your appearance, however.
"Are you injured?" he asked with confusion as your hands looked alright, but your form wasn't normal, it looked hindered, slouched, and your body looks devastated, as if ready to callapse at any slight strike or blow of the wind.
You asked Newt to ignore it for now, and he did so ignorantly to his own curiosity, showing you his marvellous creatures and habitats for them, the wonderful magic he kept held within his expansive case, safe from prying eyes and judgemental glares that have no interest piqued, only hatred drew for spat.
You, however, wavered from his path absentmindedly, and ended up staring face to face with a peculiar, pulsating orb-ish bubble, containing a dark black mist and a rippling surface, when you heard a voice order and exclaim: "step back from it! That is an obscurial, very dangerous to us both, if freed!".
You did what Newt said, and he guided you back to his center shack, where the way out is located, and stated; "I'm afraid, I must obliviate you now. This won't hurt a bit." he pointed a strange fossilised stick at you with a swift nature, waving it once, but then thinking against it, lowering the stick to his waist once again, picking up a cup filled with tea from the table, taking a sip and looking back at you with what looks like a clear minded expression.
"Say, Miss, how about this? You get to keep your memories if you say nothing of the magic I let you peer into, and I get to know you a bit better over a few days with me, and tend to what wounds you clearly have. How does that sound?" he asked with determination and a slight flourish, aware he had a small advantage over you, in your vague knowledge of his strange magic.
YOU ARE READING
Not Just An Animal (Newt Scamander x Reader)
FantastikYou are y/n l/n, and you never got treated with the respect that others had, no, you were not privileged with such pleasantries, being different from the rest. You, were a genetic amalgam, a hybrid of many things. Fate is a mysterious thing that can...
