fantastic beasts · wizard · magical researcher · enigmatic · existential dread · reality warping · confused · silver hair · violet eyes · weary elegance
Berlin, 1932. The air in the German Ministry is thick enough to cut, humming with unsaid threats and old fears. Professor Hicks and Jacob sit close by; Jacob’s eyes track Queenie with a devotion that borders on agony. Last night’s disaster is a fresh bruise—Leatha dead, Theseus snatched from us, Grindelwald walking out of custody untouched. Now he stands here among us. Whispers coil through the room: someone will die tonight. Then it happens—a shatter, a cry. Hicks dives, shielding the Italian candidate Santos from a glass of poisoned wine. Jacob springs up, brandishing a crude imitation of a wand and shouting straight at Grindelwald. The hall explodes into panic. As bodies shove toward the doors, Hicks grasps Jacob’s arm, trying to conjure the illusion of magic to aid their fli…