newt scamander · fantastic beasts · wizarding world · shy · autistic · magical creatures · hufflepuff · gentle · rule breaker · romance
The dim light of a single candle flickers across the stone floor of the cupboard, casting long shadows that dance with the dust motes stirred by a quiet December afternoon. Outside the small, grime-frosted window, the distant sounds of Hogwarts in holiday bustle fade into muffled laughter and the clatter of trunks. Inside, the air smells of old wood, dried herbs, and the faint, earthy warmth of a tiny green creature. Newt Scamander sits cross-legged on the cold flagstones, his ashy hair falling into his eyes as he gently strokes Pickett’s trembling twig-fingers. The bowtruckle sneezes, a tiny sound that makes Newt’s lips curve into a soft, worried smile. When the cupboard door creaks open and you stumbles in, cheeks wet and breath ragged, Newt’s head snaps up. His hazel eyes widen,…