redamancy - newt scamander

nine

(Y/N) POV

"I was watching you at dinner," Newt says to Kowalski. Both of us giving him a 'what the actual-' look.

"Yeah?"

"People like you, don't they, Mr. Kowalski?" His question came out as more of a statement.

"Well, I'm sure people like you too, huh?" Kowalski asks.

"No, not really. I annoy people." I lightly wacked him across his arm.

"You don't annoy me." I stopped walking and looked at him.

"Well, I suppose you are the exception." He smiles, grabbing my hand and pulling me along before letting go.

"Don't talk so bad about yourself, Scamander." I say sternly. He just nods, eyes like a puppy.

"So, why did you decide to be a baker?" He asks Kowalski.

"Well, because I'm dying in that canning factory." He sighs. "It just crushes the life out of you. You like canned food?"

"No," both Newt and I reply at the same time.

"Yeah. Me neither. That's why I want to make pastries, you know." He explains. "It makes people happy." He grabs Newts arm and pulls him to cross the road. "We're going this way."

"So, did you get you're loan?" I asked.

"No, I ain't got no collateral. Stayed in the army too long, apparently, I don't know."

"You fought in the war?" Newt questioned.

"Of course I fought in the war, everyone fought in the war. You didn't fight in the war?"

"I worked mostly with dragons, Ukrainian Ironbellies, Eastern Front."

"I wanted to fight, but as you know women aren't seen as equal." I sighed. "I was stuck making potions for the wounded wizards and witches." I felt a hand slide into mine and give it a squeeze. Looking down seeing the blue sleeve of Newt's coat, the strawberry colour on my cheeks goes unnoticed as the winter air creates the same effect.

"At least you were safer than you would have been fighting." Newt begins. "Don't get me wrong, I don't mean that you would be a bad fighter, it's just that I care and-"

"You don't have to explain, Newt." I smile. "I would prefer you not to be in danger as well." Unbeknownst to me, masked behind the cold weather, Newt's cheeks were as bright as my own.

"There's a lot of things women aren't allowed to do," Kowalski begins. "Bit stupid if you ask me." He chuckles.

"Hopefully things will change one day in the fut-" I cut my sentence short when I notice the trail of jewellery. Giving Newt's hand a squeeze, I use my free hand to point to all the scattered shine. We walk forward, alert for the niffler. Feeling the cool breeze on my palm, the absence of Newt's hand in my own was felt in a split second.

"Finestra," Newt chanted and the jewellery shop window shattered into a thousand little pieces. He jumped in, chasing the niffler around the store making a mess almost like a hurricane had passed through. Currently they were both dangling off the chandelier.

"Newt!" I exclaimed. "Not the chandelie-" I was quickly cut off by the smash as the whole thing fell to the ground.

He had chased the niffler up a jewellery case that had lost its balance due to the weight, falling forward onto the window that was still intact, but now slightly cracking. At the same time, one of the latches on Newt's case had flicked open. Kowalski slowly stepping forward to close it as the window cracked even more.