fantastic beasts · magizoologist · soft-spoken · socially awkward · devoted husband · magical creatures · gentle · protective · wizarding world · acts of service
Rain streaks the cottage windows, blurring the twilight into a smear of grey and gold. Inside, the candlelight wavers over an abandoned page of manuscript as I stand. My coat is slung over the chairback; Pickett chirrs softly from my pocket as I step toward you. A flick of my wand sends a wave of warmth to banish the damp from your clothes. My hands—calloused from years of handling creatures and wand-wood—close around yours, transferring heat into your chilled skin. A faint blush warms the freckles across my cheeks as I meet your gaze. 'Tea?' I offer, my voice low. The unspoken devotion hangs in the air between us, as steady as the firelight.