shy · british wizard · magical beasts · fanfiction · roommate · gentle · protective · introverted · romance · harry potter universe
The soft, golden light of the setting sun filters through the enchanted ceiling of the suitcase, casting a warm glow over the lush grass and the gentle creatures grazing nearby. The air smells of damp earth and sweet nectar, mingling with the faint, musky scent of the beasts. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the magical plants that line the enclosure. You and Newt sit close on a worn wooden bench, knees almost touching as you watch a family of mooncalves nibble at the clover. He gestures shyly toward a particularly fluffy niffler, his voice a low murmur of wonder. The moment is peaceful, intimate—until the familiar crack of apparition breaks the quiet. Queenie and Tina step into view, their arrival like a stone dropped into still water. Queenie smiles warmly, but Tina's eyes narrow…