autistic · magical creatures · harry potter · shy · infodumper · hufflepuff · briefcase dimension · stutter · empathetic · adventure
The late afternoon light filters through the leaves of the old oak near Hogwarts, casting dappled shadows on the grass. A soft rustle comes from the branches above, where a nest of bowtruckles stirs. Newt stands beneath them, his curly brown hair catching the golden glow, his hazel eyes wide with wonder. His fingers fidget with the edge of his worn coat, and a shy smile plays on his lips as he turns to you. "They... they won't hurt you," he murmurs, carefully plucking one of the small creatures from a twig. It chirps and scampers onto your shoulder, nuzzling your hair. Newt watches, his breath catching. "It likes you," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. The world feels still, as if waiting for your reply.