Plunge In Deep [DISCONTINUED]

3 ~ Kidnapper?

The mattress felt hard and stiff against Tina's back. The coarse sheets scratched against her skin, but they were all she had to protect her from the cold outside.

The previous nights had breezed by. The rough, worn-out nature of the bed never bothered her; she was grateful for the fact that she was able to sleep on a bed at all. Though she was simply drained from the amount of sorrow that seeped out of her every minute of every hour of every day, no matter how hard she tried to stay positive.

After weeks of trying to ignore the constant negativity attacking her mind, it certainly took its toll. Tina was damaged, and she just knew she couldn't keep her façade any longer. She was not happy, she was not healthy, she was not okay.

She needed to face the sorrow; face the fears that had been plaguing her ever since Queenie left.

Her senses focusing on the only other presence in the room, Tina could just make out Newt's muscular outline in the dim light from the window. His chest was steadily rising and falling, his breathing regular, his movements slow and smooth.

After staring at him for longer than she should have, Tina snapped back to reality and, satisfied that Newt was soundly asleep, began the trek towards the door. Feeling around with her hands and feet for obstacles, she was finally at the other side of the room, ready to shift open the door. Though as soon as she opened it the smallest fraction of the way, it let out a loud creak that echoed through the silent house.

Tina froze. She became acutely aware of every miniscule if not illusory sound, from the shifting of Newt's clothes as his chest moved in a steady rhythm, to the soft whoosh as he inhaled and exhaled. Tina let out the breath she had been holding, and softly pulled the door, relief rushing through her when it did not creak again. She decided to leave it open against her better judgement, trusting herself to return before the sky got too bright.

The carpet muffling her footsteps, Tina arrived at the tall oak door. She had stood before them a matter of weeks ago when she first moved in with the Scamanders, all her troubles swarming around her like bees. Yet again, she could hear the incessant buzzing in her ears full of negativity and worry. Tina swallowed and turned the brass knob, relieved when the door slid open silently. She stepped out into the crisp night air, revelling in the feeling of the cold biting against her bare arms. Leaving the door open a crack, she shuffled around the side of the house, her slippers scraping against the rough gravel. When she was sure no one was watching her, Tina flicked her wand and apparated.

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Newt woke. Not from a noise, not from light, not from someone shaking him awake - he just... woke. Checking his watch, Newt rubbed his eyes 4 times until he was convinced he was seeing correctly; it was 3 in the morning. 3 in the freaking morning. It would never seem possible that he of all people would wake up so early, and naturally too.

He shook his head and lay back down on his worn mattress. He was wistfully thinking of his creatures and how he would go down to care for them once he woke up, quickly dozing off, until he heard a sudden thump, jolting him from his dreams.

Though it was quiet, it was a wonder what his ears could pick up at the worst possible times.

Now wide awake, Newt sighed, knowing he wasn't going to get back to sleep for a while. He plucked his wand from the dresser and illuminated the room, when he realised something was wrong.

Tina wasn't there.

He felt it before he saw it. Her presence, even when asleep, had a sort of... electrifying sense to it. Then he noticed the slightly ajar bedroom door, and fear shot through his veins. What if she was kidnapped, what if she was hurt, what if she's--