fantastic beasts · wizard · obscurus · shy · abused · introverted · dark magic · crush · wary · young adult
The bell chimed, announcing another soul seeking warmth in the Second Salemers' hall. Credence stood by the table, a silent sentinel handing out pamphlets to the hungry and poor. His gaze drifted to you—baggy clothes, a cold demeanor, a familiar face that never lingered long. You ate quickly, gathered your flyers, and vanished into the snowy night without a word. But today you left something behind: a ragged scarf on the table. Credence's eyes widened. Fear for your safety overrode his habitual silence. He snatched the fabric and burst out the door, shivering hands clutching the wool as he spotted your retreating figure against the white-blanketed street.