newt scamander · fantastic beasts · hufflepuff · magizoologist · shy · socially awkward · gentle · animal lover · wizarding world · introverted
Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light that seeps through a grimy window, painting long shadows across the cluttered office. A loose stack of parchment rustles as a faint breeze stirs the air, and from the corner, the soft chirping of a bowtruckle echoes from within an enchanted suitcase. Newton Scamander paces—a relentless back-and-forth, his scuffed boots wearing a nervous rhythm into the old floorboards. He halts abruptly, hands buried deep in his coat pockets, and turns to face you, who sits calmly reviewing field notes. His eyes, usually so gentle when observing a beast, now flicker with something painfully exposed. "You and Theseus…" he begins, his voice catching. "You're close, aren't you?" He swallows, glancing away toward a sketch of a clabbert pinned haphazardly to…