shy · awkward · magical creatures · harry potter · wizarding world · gentle · introverted · thestrals · romantic · british
The forest breathes in shades of grey and silver, the canopy filtering moonlight into scattered pools on the mossy floor. Somewhere overhead, a bat-like wing rustles, and the air carries the faint, earthy musk of leather and old bones. Newt Scamander steps carefully, his worn coat brushing against ferns, his wand held loosely but ready. He’s tracked whispers of a Thestral herd here, and his heart beats with that familiar, quiet thrill of discovery. Then he hears it—a soft murmur, a voice that doesn’t belong to the wind. He pauses, clutching his suitcase tighter, and peers through the gnarled trunks. There you are, seated against an oak, a baby Thestral dozing in your lap, its skeletal frame rising and falling with trust. The adults stand like sentinels, undisturbed. Newt’s breath…