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I tried but I personally believe that I can’t give Newton’s character justice even though I love him dearly. After debating over it I’ve decided to close this blog and most likely not to return. You’ll be able to find me in my Rin Okumura Rp blog or Lucifer Morningstar Rp blog. I might delete this blog so it would be wise to unfollow. Sorry for this! 

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“I’m more of a chaser, really,”

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𝓝.𝓢 ⟨ ??? ⟩

a shrug of dainty shoulders. NO ONE KNOWS. even other seers … they struggle to UNDERSTAND the burden caelestis carries in her chest ; being able to see the true essence of person, it is so OVERWHELMING. ❛    i am quite used to it. some days are better than others. it is just—– the ones with the harsh souls, they hurt all the more. now, come, introduce yourself! no one’s ever been so CURIOUS before.    ❜

❝Some days are better than others? So it’s a daily occasion?❞ He couldn’t recall any other seer being able to do that without going insane. She wasn’t over exaggerating on her brain being a deadly disease. Feeling the need to write down what she was talking about he forced himself to not take out a pen and notebook since it could be seen as rude. Taking a step forward he moved his arm towards her with an open hand ready for a handshake, ❝Newton Scamander. What’s your name?❞

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𝓝.𝓢 ⟨ Mister Graves ⟩

“I will have to thank Theseus as well in that case.” He said, thinking of sending the other a letter to a) thank him, and b) let him know that he had been found. 

“Its been… difficult. But I am managing to the best of my abilities.” Graves said. “Stairs are a bit of a hassle. Thankfully we have an elevator.” He was refering to his leg of course. “But as I said… I’m managing.” He would leave out all the other side effects. 

“…can’t say I missed the paper work that comes with the job though.” the director said, giving a dry smile. 

❝That’ll be a great idea since I’ve told him of the events and he was shocked to think he hadn’t suspected anything.❞ He never asked his brother how he would have known or suspected if a Graves was real nor did he even think of asking. Newton would probably forget to ask whenever he does meet his brother again. ❝Stairs...?❞ Newt never heard if Graves had any permanent damage before he left. All he knew was that Graves was being healed, or so that was what Tina had told him. Hearing the other make a joke, or what Newt assumed to be a joke, made him smile seem less nervous and his posture more relaxed, ❝I doubt anyone truly loves paperwork, most likely the reason it’s needed. Just to be an annoyance.❞ There was a difference between paperwork and writing over research. One had rules to follow and the other didn’t.

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𝓝.𝓢 ⟨ ??? ⟩

frank’s eyes NARROW, trying to see what the hell the other man is talking about. his hands remain IN his pockets as he tilts his head slightly. he could hear the growling. was it an ANIMAL? he lets the “muggle” insult (?) pass by simply because he’s concerned about the safety of the animal.

❝Good dear it’s alright.❞ The green baby dragon crawled onto his hand. The Common Welsh Green Dragon could be deadly if provoked but the barely born dragon could only make a small burst of flames from its mouth which it did as it aimed it to the stranger, the dragon wasn’t powerful enough to make a flame big enough to reach the other man from their distance.  His brown suitcase was laid down in front of him and clicking it open he asked the dragon, ❝Will you please go inside. You’ll be safest there.❞ The dragon crawled from his hand into the suitcase as it let out a pleasant roar as it went inside to find a place to rest. Closing the suitcase he looked up at the stranger and asked, ❝You're a muggle, correct?❞ 

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𝓝.𝓢 ⟨ ??? ⟩

“Oh…” Unlike the shy young lad she wasn’t afraid to show her emotions.Visibly deflating she puts the sandwich away and not a moment after she spots the lock on his suitcase moving. And he would be able to see the confusion grow on her face. Brows furrowing as she tried to make out what that was. This world lacked magic as far as she could tell, the technology wasn’t too advanced either.

“Your lock…” She was quiet when pointing this out, and being mindful of others around them. “Y-you uh you might want to see a lock smith and get that fixed.” She spoke slowly, her eyes still on the case. What was doing that? Was it a heartless? No it couldn’t be, as far as she could tell this boy wouldn’t harm anyone.

❝Thank you for offering, though.��� Newt hated that he was the cause of her emotions changing since he noticed how she seemed to be down whenever he rejected the offer of food. Having made eye contact with her as he expressed his thanks he turned his attention to the lock and laughed nervously, ❝Ah yes I’ve been meaning to get it fixed. Sadly I’ve ben busy.❞ Busy with putting up charms in an attempt to keep the little rascal from escaping in search of shiny objects. He also found his time being consumed with finding new creatures to rescue after the Ministry funding him to start writing the second edition to his book. Pushing down the lock he smiled back at her in hopes of not looking suspicious.

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𝓝.𝓢 ⟨ ??? ⟩

Form brings itself further back against the remainder of once brick wall, as though she could seep into it & completely VANISH from existence. instead, cerulean gaze meets with his own, flickering over features as swiftly as sparks against the flesh of palms. Calm, she needs to CALM - yet she’s scared, too scared to near speak. Too scared from what she had done, the destruction fresh & cut to the flesh of her arm just the same.  ❝ Help ? You… you mean it, right ? You’re telling the TRUTH?  ❞

❝I promise you, miss, I only want to help you. No one deserves to be in the situation you’re forced to live in.❞ Hands still raised he slowly placed one hand on his chest as he introduced himself, ❝I’m Newton Scamander I work for the British Ministry of Magic as a Magizoologist. I wish to help you be cured of the dark parasite you have.❞ He failed Sudanese, wasn’t able to get to Credence in time, all Newt wished at that moment was that he doesn’t fail the girl. He wants to save her, needs to.

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𝓝.𝓢 ⟨ Madam president ⟩

Silence falls upon her as Seraphina struggles to try and decide upon the right words to say. There are many that she wishes to say – but that does not mean they will benefit the situation nor herself. All she can do is sit on the other side of the desk before her, watch the man with the threat of a frown all too clear on her features. It is not often that Seraphina is at a loss for words. She is the President. Whilst she cannot suit the briefcase from this angle, hidden away, Seraphina is all too aware of its presence. It almost taunts her. “We need to talk about… about the obvious,” she clears her throat, lips pressing into a line. “Given that we released your— the thunderbird, I feel as though some amendments are needed to be made.”

Lips still compressed as he held back on defending himself, defending the creatures and most importantly arguing about the actions the government chose to do to the Obscurus, Credence didn’t deserve that. Newt knew he had no say in the matter since he wasn’t a U.S citizen wizard and speaking his mind to the President, someone who can still arrest him, wasn’t wise. Eyes shifted from the desk to his suitcase as he debated taking his suitcase and running if the conversation turned sour; he doubted he’ll get out of the building if he had to run, didn’t mean he wouldn’t try. ❝What will you do to my suitcase?❞ Newton spoke softly as he forced himself to look at the president in a show of bravery when his tone was anything but. ❝Y-You won’t try to stop him from going back to his home, are you? Arizona is where he belongs...❞

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@graveaura

❝Are you Mister Graves?❞ Walking up to the third man who was average height, black hair much his entire wardrobe will likely be and has severe brows. The other two had denied that they were Graves while staring at him as if he was weird. It wasn’t his fault that his brother had ordered him to keep Mister Graves company after an emergency meeting was called and he wouldn’t have been able to meet the Graves person at the port chimney area. Not one known to make eye contact he stared at the brows of the man. severe indeed. This must be the one. With the added in dark wardrobe and average height, What was that again? 5′10ish? he hoped that the man was Mister Graves. 

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Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them →  The Niffler’s defiance

The Niffler stares at Newt defiantly as it forces another gold bar into its already overflowing pouch.

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@silentcscgrcve || Starter call

Holding the pale gray egg he waited in anticipation for the creature to hatch. Having saved it from a group of smugglers he barely had enough time to get into his suitcase before it began to move. Mouth holding his wand didn’t stop him from attempting to talk to Graves, ❝lffofofk aft whaesat Iuh ffoghunnd.❞  (look at what I found) Understanding him wasn’t impossible, just difficult. A crackling sound came from the egg (a bigger egg than an Occamy) which he was holding with both his hands as his attention was devoted to the egg. The top breaking apart and falling to the floor the creature peered up at him. Having already guess what the creature might have been, a mental list of all creatures that came from pale gray eggs, an Antipodean Opaleye was what he expected. Was Newt excited? excited would be an understatement to what he felt for saving such a beautiful creature. ❝Mffister Gravffes, afreehn’t ttshey befauyhttifuhl?.❞ (Mister Graves, aren’t they beautiful?)

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𝓝.𝓢 ⟨ Mister Graves ⟩

Conflict isn’t in this man’s NATURE  ( he avoids it as much as possible ) , eyes MEETING his own only sparingly , unsettled.  Graves can UNDERSTAND that his very existence conjures NIGHTMARES from the dark , remnants of a death SENTENCE that his lips had DECREED so mercilessly.  It’s why the OFFER of an open hand of familiarity catches him OFF guard within one name but he passes it off as a POLITE gesture —- Mister Scamander will do for HIM ; they weren’t friends (  they NEVER could be  ).  Dark eyes scrutinize the magizoologist who finally rises , HUMBLE but not meek.

He lets the ALTRUIST of magical creatures ramble about them ; it’s the LEAST he can do so he listens attentively about the clabbert that he SHOULD confiscate but won’t. He’s read the detailed REPORTS of Mister Scamander’s run-ins with MACUSA and the debt OWED when an ingenious solution was found to obliviate the ENTIRE city.  Graves had been impressed that the WORLD of magic had been protected by the very creatures they HUNTED out of fear , no different from how the no-majs TREATED them.   

           “  No , I’m not here to take the creature from you ,  ”   he REASSURES cooly.   “  I took you as someone who didn’t make presumptions of others so easily but you’ve proved me wrong.   ”  A bitter RETORT that typically would have been held back but this was the WIZARD who had noticed when no one had. Expectations were for the WEAK but he couldn’t help it , not when he stood at the PEAK of it all but the acrid taste of disappointment always weighs HEAVILY on his tongue —- he should be used to it by now , HIM out of all people.

There’s a cold WINTER that settles onto his sharply set features , his ABYSMAL dark eyes most of all ( an ever so subtle CHANGE ).  He’s about to ask why the mazigoologist is BACK in New York when the easily distracted man APPROACHES the wall nearby , Graves following the line of sight to RECOGNIZE the symbol he’s seen before.  MACUSA relentlessly tracked DOWN smugglers to keep magical beasts properly CONTAINED and away from no-maj eyes.

          “  Thank you for pointing out all the obvious , Mister Scamander ,  ”  he REPLIES airily from behind , wand DRAWN from his cloak pocket.  “  But I can take it from here.  ” Instead , the creature expert is already DISAPPEARING through the doorway.  He should have cast the FULL BODY curse when he had half the mind to.  Silver TENDRILS ghost out of the TIP of his wand at his wordless COMMAND , his patronus gracefully BOUNDING out into the night sky.  UNLIKE the careless going magizoologist , he wasn’t one to dive into danger WITHOUT a plan.

It doesn’t take LONG for him to find Scamander , completely distracted and VULNERABLE to an attack. Smugglers never came quietly , DIRTY fighters who would do anything to evade ARREST.

             “  Do you have no sense of danger in you whatsoever ?  ”  he SNARLS quietly , gaze skimming over the ROWS of cages then back to the man whose heart could EASILY get him killed one day.  “  You need to get out of here until this area’s safe.  ”  As useless as he knew the DEMAND was , he had to try. If there was anything he had DRAWN from the reports , it was that Newt SCAMANDER valued these creatures’ LIVES over his own.

❝I do presume many things Mister Graves but I didn’t do it without reasoning to it. After all, Tina did bring me in for having a creature since it’s illegal to have them... Also for breaking the Statute of Secrecy.❞ He felt the need to defend himself to what Graves said, ❝Your assumption of me would have been wrong from the beginning don’t you think?❞ Sparing a glance toward Graves in hopes he hadn’t annoyed him, ❝I did, after all, postulate that someone was wearing you face whenever Grindelwald sentenced me and Tina to death without a trial. With me being a foreigner it would have caused an international incident and that wouldn’t have been something the Director of Magical Security would just ignore.❞ Feeling that he had said everything that he needed to say he ignored Graves presence in favor of finding the creatures that need his help.

After opening the hidden door he had only one thing in his mind, help the creatures. He did notice that the once dark place he entered now had light but he chose to ignore it, as helpful as it was he had no need to figure out where it came from. The first cage he found himself in was that of Augurey and after promising it to be safe with him the Augurey calmed down and allowed him to take off its mouthpiece and it thankfully didn’t start to cry at him. That means it’s not about to rain at least, Newt reminded himself of his notes over the creature. Touching the creature gently he checked for any wounds and finding none he pulled his suitcase close and opened it to allow the Augurey in, ❝Go on it’ll be best to be in there. Safest place I can keep you in for now.❞ With the creature eyeing him with distrust it finally gave in and entered his suitcase. Closing it he heard someone talk to him and looking up he noticed it was Graves.  

❝I don’t believe it’s necessary.❞ It is very much so but with Newt if there is danger and a creature needs his help he’ll ignore the danger to help the creature. It would most likely be the cause of his death. Rising up with his suitcase at hand he walked outside of the cage and looked at Graves then at their surrounding. ❝I haven’t noticed any smugglers in here so no worries.❞ When he said that he was walking towards the next cage to free the creature and that's when he heard footsteps that were definitely human and with a quick motion of his wand being brought out of his coat he spoke two spells as he shifted his wand to perform both spells, ❝Stupify. Incarcerous.❞ The smuggler he aimed it at was not laying down unconscious and tied up. Entering the next cage he found Salamanders with many of them showing signs of Scaling rot and thought back to his suitcase to remember that he thankfully did have some chili fruit that he could easily powder down to rub onto the affect parts of the Salamanders,  ❝One moment please.❞ He told the Salamanders that were eyeing him curiously as he opened his suitcase and walked into it. Walking inside he found himself in the small entrance that held the food and supplies he used for the creatures and himself as well. 

Opening a drawer he charmed to keep the food from rotting unless pulled out of the drawer he grabbed a handful of chilis and put then in a bowl. Needing to be quick for the Salamanders in need of it, he conjured a spell to make the crushing of the chilis to powder quick. Allowing the pestle to move at a speed that if done by hand would be difficult to do he pulled it out of the bowl and placed it aside. Placing his wand back inside his coat he walked up the stairs with the bowl at hand. Kneeling down in front of the tensed Salamanders he smiled at them, genuine and something he can’t usually do if it was to humans.  ❝ I’ll like to help you with the illness you have. It’s easy to heal I just have to rub the chili powder on you a couple of time. Will you let me do that.❞  Voice soft and calm in hopes of not scaring the creatures they stared at him with eyes filled with distrust and pain and it hurt Newt to see them like that. They don’t deserve to be in cages. After a couple of seconds of the Salamanders sizing him up one with the illness took a step closer and moved to allow him to touch their rotting scales. He grabbed enough powder into his hand and began rubbing onto the affected area of the first Salamander that came up to him. That’s when he remembered someone was telling him to leave since it wasn’t safe.

Eyes drifted around to find Graves and when he spotted him he said, ❝I’ll rather stay here and help the Salamanders and any other creatures that need my help. It’s not safe for them either and I’m quite sure we’ve established I don’t care for danger if it means leaving creatures in it.❞ He was a creature expert, what was he to do outside of the warehouse? Newt had already tended to the creatures in his suitcase so they had enough food to last them a few hours. Turning his attention back to the Salamanders he decided it was best to try and not argue (he was most likely going to fail) with a man who can arrest him. It became a routine of rubbing the parts that were rotting on the Salamanders and then directing them to his suitcase that he changed the entrance to allow the creature into the environment best suited for them. Whenever he was finished with all the Salamanders he got up with his now closed suitcase to find Graves.

❝When your Auror’s come here will they try to take the creatures out of the cages? It’s might scare the creatures if they suddenly barge into the cage and attempt to take them out so I’ll try to get to all the creatures myself.❞ Newt wasn’t going to ask for permission since he doubted that Graves would give him any. 

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𝓝.𝓢 ⟨ ??? ⟩

▐░ @amatusbestia lyric sc.

❛     my mind’s like a DEADLY DISEASE.     ❜

❝I-I’m sorry I don’t know how that would feel like.❞ He’s heard stories of seers predicting prophecies but he never knew how they could do it. It seemed difficult and with the woman’s words, it might also be painful.

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@simonluwis asked: newt or harry?

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𝓝.𝓢 ⟨ Mister Graves ⟩

Graves could only stare in exasperation at the man in front of him. Of all the ways to meet the infamous Mr. Scamander, and it had to be when he & his creatures were committing serious infractions of MACUSA policy. (then again—— wasn’t that how Tina, herself, had met him? perhaps it was fitting, after all … ) He huffed a sigh and shoved his hands in his pockets, regarding the other man as if trying to decide what he should do with him.

“That would be a START, at least. Perhaps you can tell me just what you were doing with that creature, that it managed to get loose?”

eyes still focused on Graves shoulder he moved slightly to give Graves a peak at what he had hidden inside his blue coat. Looking down at the Niffler who still tried to look blameless as if he hadn’t just attempted to steal the jewelry from the muggle who Newt had to obliviate since she was able to notice the Niffiler before he could steal from her. ❝He likes shiny objects. I put in new wards to stop him from escaping after the last incident. It's been months of attempts and it seemed he finally found a weak spot in my ward to go through. Pure luck that he found it.❞ Placing his suitcase down he kneeled to open it half way as he just needed to slip the Niffler back inside. Holding the Niffler with one hand he gently placed him into the dark pit which was charmed to place the creatures in their environment. Making sure the Niffler entered the suitcase without attempting to pop back out he closed his suitcase and looked up at the other man, ❝I didn’t break any laws.... Right?❞ Minus owning creatures as it was illegal at the moment, he was given an exemption just if he made sure his creatures didn’t wreak havoc in America again.

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𝓝.𝓢 ⟨ Mister Graves ⟩

Graves noted the hand held out to him and took it to shake. “And its nice to finally meet the man that helped … discover that it wasn’t me.” He said letting go of the other’s hand. 

“…I wanted to thank you for that.” 

❝It... it was no trouble Mister Graves. I’ve heard a tad bit about you from my brother Theseus. I just believed that if you're a person worth my brother mentioning then the actions Grindelwald was doing didn’t add up to what I’ll have expected a man my brother found as an... acquaintance would do. ❞ When Graves let go of his hand he offered the director a smile (a nervous one from the unexpected conversation). Shifting of his feet, a common habit as he tried to force himself not to run from a conversation since that’ll be rude, he attempted to be civil, ❝S-So how has it been... To settle back in? If you don’t mind me asking.❞

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𝓝.𝓢 ⟨ ??? ⟩

Head pulls back at the abrupt growl and looks down, squinting in slight confusion. However his cover was not blown thanks to her gullible and naive nature and she easily accepted his lie as truth. “Really? I heard you talking to yourself so I thought you were just nervous about the train ride.” She admits with a small chuckle as she rubs the back of her messy brown hair. 

“Oh!” Her forest green hues lit up as she fell back into her seat to dig around in a bag she was carrying before coming back over to offer him a sandwich. “PB and J? Oh uh unless you’re allergic to peanut butter then I have a few granola bars. I mean it won’t fill you up but it should tie you over ‘till your stop.” 

Newt felt slightly guilty for lying to the girl who ended up offering him her sandwich. Hand raised as he shook his head,  ❝That’s very kind of you to offer your sandwich but I’ll have to refuse.... I dislike peanut butter.❞ He was telling the truth for once since he could eat almost anything but whenever it came to pickles and peanut butter he’ll try his hardest not to eat them. With him not being hungry since he remembered to eat after he fed his creatures, it would have been a waste if he had accepted the sandwich when it could have fed the girl who was offering it to him. With a smile, (an awkward one from an awkward person) he tried to assure her, ❝I’ll be able to endure my hungry until I arrived at my destination.❞ A pixie. They love to play tricks and silly jokes and with him carrying a few he rescued one of them decided to try and unlock the case from the inside. It just had to be his luck that he had the suitcase turned with the locks not hidden. Now the muggle could have seen that.