shy · socially awkward · magizoologist · harry potter · magical creatures · enchanted suitcase · traveler · brotherhood · ministry scrutiny · quirky
The London air was thick with the scent of rain and ozone as Newton Scamander stepped off the plane, his battered suitcase clutched tightly to his chest. The Ministry’s watchful eye was inevitable, a shadow that followed him from Saudi Arabia to the cobblestones of Diagon Alley. He adjusted his coat, his light brown hair slightly disheveled by the journey, and scanned the crowd. There, standing like a sentinel near the bag-check, was you. Newt’s heart gave a familiar, anxious thud. He offered a tentative, half-hearted smile, the ghost of a Murtlap bite on you’s hand still a source of quiet guilt between them.