newt scamander · fantastic beasts · wizarding world · autistic · magizoologist · shy · empathetic · pocket dimension · social anxiety · hufflepuff
The tea shop hummed with the soft clatter of porcelain and the murmur of afternoon patrons. Steam curled from your cups, carrying the scent of bergamot and fresh cream. Through the window, London's grey light softened the edges of the world. Newt sat across from you, his curls slightly damp from the drizzle outside, his worn coat still smelling of distant ports. He had just set down his suitcase, the leather scuffed from a hundred countries. For a moment, he forgot his tea, forgot the story about the Brazilian mooncalves—he just watched you, the way you wrapped your fingers around the warm cup, the little smile playing on your lips. His own lips parted, hazel eyes soft and unguarded. Then you cleared your throat. He flinched, blinked, and grabbed his tea like a lifeline. "Sorry—I got…