#achilles tolliver

[magicalhideoutengineer]

Eddie Redmayne: In one version of the script, I saw him which kind of there were all these fans, screaming fans at the door and Newt can't really cope with that.

Alison Sudol: There's always a lot that goes into the preparation of making a film that doesn't actually end up on screen. In order to figure out, like how you got there, yeah, I mean I know I did a lot of thinking and imagining and searching farther back even up like how Queenie grow up and why she makes certain decisions that she does in this film and, you know, the kind of fights that we [Queenie and Jacob] might've been having in a sort of like issues that have been building up in their relationship. Also the love is very easy. The love is very clear between them, but just like seeing how things sort of escalating.

Katherine Waterston: Well, I mean...

Eddie Redmayne: She just hooked up with some other guy.

Katherine Waterston: I was in New York waiting for this guy who said he was gonna come with his book when he finished.

Eddie Redmayne: Tried. Five times.

Katherine Waterston: Then I catch word that ye'all gets famous and all marries. [Eddie: No, no, no, no.] So that was a hard blank to fill.

Eddie Redmayne: So she went on to date some strapping American Auror.

Katherine Waterston: Well, look kiddo, one tries to move on.

Eddie Redmayne: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Callum Turner: Was it a date... or Queenie just said it was a full on romance or just a date?

Katherine Waterston: I think it was cut out of the film－ the explanation for that right?

Eddie Redmayne: A full on romance I reckon.

So you actually know something kind of a bit more about that relationship?

Eddie Redmayne: Yes, right.

Katherine Waterston: No, but I just talked about how with the guy didn't like magical creatures, so I threw a drink in his face.

Eddie Redmayne: Yeah.

Callum Turner: Sounds like a character.

Katherine Waterston: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Eddie Redmayne: That's my girl !

Callum Turner: ... carrying the torch for someone else.

Katherine Waterston: [I gotta] break your heart, but you might still be carrying the torch.

[dmitri-smerdyakov]

Chapter Eight - Unable To Stay, Unwilling To Leave

Guess who finally pulled their shit together and managed to upload?! This girl!

I apologise for the delay but I've been ridiculously busy with work and other things unfortunately - but come on, let's be honest, I was *never* going to abandon a fic about Titanic, let alone a Newtina Titanic one! :D It just takes a while to write chapters sometimes due to life and other things getting in the way - I hope that it means the chapter is better for taking the time to work on it instead of just rushing!

Fun fact: I went to watch Titanic the Musical about a week and a half ago, and it was amazing! I had no idea that it was a thing until I accidentally saw an advertisement for it a couple of months ago while perusing pamphlets at my local inn while having dinner with family, and I'm so glad that I went to see it! Honestly highly recommend it for anyone interested in the sinking, even though it's not strictly 100% historically accurate (but it's a musical so we'll allow it some artistic license there), or anyone who loves musicals! It apparently premiered on Broadway six months before James Cameron's movie came out, which I thought was interesting - two different forms of entertainment about the same shipwreck releasing/premiering on the same year is such a coincidence!

This chapter features the scene with the soundtrack that this whole fic is named for, so I highly recommend you listen to the song "Unable to Stay, Unwilling to Leave" during *that* scene. I really hope I did the scene at least half the justice it deserves because it's one of the most emotional scenes, it's probably one of my favourites, and I cry every time I watch it - you can watch the scene HERE if you're unfamiliar with it (or if you just fancy checking out one of my favourite scenes)!

Unlike the other chapters, this one isn't named after one of the chapter names on the DVD - mostly because the scenes involved all had scene names like "Cal Spurned" and "Get on the boat, Rose" XD I figured it might be an idea to just name it after the piece of soundtrack the whole fic is named after, so here it is!

This chapter is, as always, not beta read and there are probably errors but hey ho!

A quick warning that this chapter features a few deaths - including an important side character.

Anyway, without further ado, enjoy the chapter!

[uefb]

Chapter 13 of With It’s Head Under One Wing is up today.

In which Tina needs Newt to work with Achilles on an unexpected adventure, UE finally ties the plot together, and Tina’s birthday getaway is delayed. Not exactly the reunion they were hoping for!

Excerpt

After an hour in a protected Floo call with the Chicago field office, an hour planning with her own Investigative Team, and then an unfortunate update from the Midwest office at 10:30 (one of the No-maj’s they’d recovered during the investigation had regrettably succumbed to his injuries at the DuSable-Fontaine Magical Hospital minutes prior), Tina inevitably sent for Newt at 10:35.

However, when she did so, she certainly hadn’t expected to hear her own voice issuing from her patronus in the unused conference room right around the corner from her office…

She scrambled from her desk, dashed down the hall, and stuck her head through the door, only for her mouth to fall open when she found both Newt Scamander and Achilles Tolliver lingering beside a malfunctioning enchanted chalkboard (which had, apparently, unintentionally been doodling its own interpretation of their conversation all over itself as they talked, though its illustrations were utterly incomprehensible—she’d have to have Wanda call for Maintenance before next Case Review). Newt stood awkwardly to the side—hands jammed deep into his pockets with his suitcase slung across him like a soldier's satchel, an old canvas strap fraying at the attachment points—while Achilles Tolliver leaned against the wall nearby, arms crossed tight.

She felt her eyebrows shoot up as both men whipped around in surprise when she cleared her throat.

“What exactly is going on here?”

Newt’s expression momentarily approximated a fish out of water before he and Achilles glanced at one another and answered simultaneously:

“Catching up.”

Tina tilted her head to the side and blinked, before repeating inquiringly:

“Catching up?”

Silence.

“Excuse my disbelief, gentlemen, but the last time you two ‘caught up,’ you —”

She pointed at Newt.

“—were inviting him into the case to meet your ‘perfectly tame nundu’—”

Newt had the good grace to look mildly sheepish.

“And you —”

She turned to Achilles.

“—had declared him a bumbling idiot and — I quote — a ‘bonafide menace to society’.”

They both stared at her until Achilles glanced at Newt again—who offered him absolutely no encouragement in return—clearly fishing for something to say, until he eventually placated with:

“Okay, but it wasn’t all that bad now, was it? I mean, it had been a stressful day for all of us, what with Scamander Jr.’s training getting interrupted by that raid.”

Tina crossed the room and pulled out a chair at the conference table, settling into it primly. “By the end of the day, I’d had to talk you both out of misdemeanors and Newt had a new mark in his immigration file for your black eye—”

“How many times must I tell you it was the demiguise,” Newt muttered, and Achilles rolled his eyes before catching himself and straightening his back, pointedly putting on an air of faux professionalism. “I don’t make a habit of hitting people, you see. The poor thing was frightened.”

“Okay, listen,” Tina redirected. “Whatever. I don’t care. But…”

Newt had set his case down on the table and was busying himself tucking something—entirely unsubtly—into one of the internal pockets as he waited for her to continue. After a moment, he reached in up to his shoulder only to reemerge with Pickett clinging to one finger. Meanwhile, Achilles had taken a seat himself and begun to precisely roll a cigarette on the polished table, so she folded her hands in front of her and continued.

“Look, I need you both today, so if you could get over whatever personal and communication differences—or whatever this is—that make being in the same room as you borderline intolerable—” x

[uefb]

Splitting time today between overdue Tolkien paper revision & my comps (before LotR watch party!!), while occasionally skimming my notes for Part 3 & 4 of With It’s Head Under One Wing, as a break, and I’m sorry but…

my dialogue is occasionally hilarious

[uefb]

Today in “excerpts from one-shots that’ll probably end up in the Great GoogleDrive Cemetery”, we have this (or, as I described it on twitter, “what do we do when we’re sad? WORLDBUILD” 😆):

[afrenchaugurey]

I finally ended my translation of the 3rd Chapter of my fic' Caribbean Blue ... Tina and her team "land" in Port au Prince and begin their investigations.

An excerpt below, and full (long) chapter on AO3 following the link

Idées préconçues

Superstitions dangereuses

Malhabiles défenses

Suddenly, the whirling was gone. She was there, on her feet, in the middle of an unknown room very far from home, her fingers still gripping the worn hat’s edge. Tina scanned the place with care, the same way their creatures did when they discovered a new environment.

Afterward, she took a few seconds to close her eyes and recover from the trip. Portkeys weren’t her favourite manner to travel –a true understatement. It always ended with her feeling nauseous, dazed, her stomach flying up at the back of her throat. That was why she preferred to use apparition, by far . Unfortunately, in the current circumstances, the choice wasn’t hers, they had to act quickly.

When she opened her eyes, her gaze had become only flames again. She was now just determination. The besotted woman was gone, relegated deep inside her brain, deep inside her heart – warming it with every beat, but waiting for more propitious moments to get back on the top of things. In this foreign country, presently in a major crisis, she embodied again Chief Porpentina Goldstein, the highly qualified team leader, meticulous, professional and self-confident, on the features of her commander’s unshakeable mask, at least . Because, under the artificial varnish, crouched in the shadows, persisted a network of cracks and that permanent feeling of remaining an impostor.

Setting her posture back upright, she let her eyes linger on her squad once more. All of them seemed to have dealt better with the trip than she had. Good . They didn’t have a spare second, she intended to solve the case as soon as possible, and to clear all responsibilities up, no matter what, or whom, they were.

After only a few –  too short  – moments, Tina felt a heat wave washing over her, giving her vaguely the impression that she was suffocating, her head now growing heavier for a different reason, without any link with the transportation. Without any potential doubt, she stayed abroad – in a very peculiar place – and far from the wintery temperatures that had stated the tempo of her early day. She already missed them, even –  maybe  – the exasperating wind.

Out of habit, she quickly checked that only wizards surrounded her and transfigurated her clothes, trading them off for a lighter blouse and looser slacks, her coat changing into a wide and long linen tunic, floating around her. She ended her transformation by whispering a cooling charm. Probably relieved to see their supervisor put herself at ease, her team members mimicked her in a blink of an eye.

At the same time, the Head Auror discreetly verified that the passenger who had travelled in her pocket hadn’t been affected by their swirling crossing. The fact was that Delia dealt with portkeys to perfection, better than she did. It was – likely – linked to natural selection, and habituation, as consequences of her husband’s never-ending journeys. She shook her head to the thought, ashamed –  just a smidge  – that a niffler had outperformed her.

[uefb]

A new chapter of With Its Head Under One Wing will finally be posted this week, and it took an utter left turn during editing that created another 1.5 chapters for me to write before we’re back on track with the 10 that are already written 😅

I think I’ve accidentally written crack into the middle of an otherwise pretty serious story, I’m so sorry that I’m just not at all sorry

[dmitri-smerdyakov]

I did it - it’s 13.8k of Newtina flirting on a doomed ocean liner whilst Achilles Tolliver is a dick and I fangirl over writing an AU of my favourite movie, but here it is! Chapter 3 for anyone interested in a Newtina fic!

In this chapter, Newt and Tina get to know each other, Molly Brown is a legend, there’s a first class dinner and a third class Irish party, and two people want what they can’t have. I honestly have no idea where I’m going to put cut off points for the remaining chapters but we shall see!

Enjoy - it’s not in that angsty territory just yet so you can still pretend that it’s just a cute love story!

[drunkenelevator]

So, I drew Achilles Tolliver for the first (and for the last, I believe) time. I have my own headcanons about him:

He's really tall (6,5 ft), but not so shapely, he has big ears and too long legs and arms

He has a pretty face, close to baby-face type, blue eyes, wheat hair and tanned skin. His smile is so wide and white, but if you look at him longer, you find it a little unpleasant

His father is from the USA and mother is from Greece. That's why he has a vacation in Greece twice a year

He's not really good at combat spells, but he's good as a detective

He looks sneaky, but his strong trait is honesty. He honestly admired Tina and called her an excellent auror and also honestly said his opinion about beasts. When she left him, Achilles took it easily and forget about her for the next day, because there are a lot of fishes in the ocean

He's cheerful, chatting and a little annoying

He was a ladies' man in his youth, but then he meets an amazing woman who is older than him at 20 years, and lives happily with her.

and a messy sketch (Achilles looks too kinder in this version)

I would like to draw some characters from Fantastic beasts, who only mentioned, but not appeared in the movies. So, who's next?

[dogwaterpoopyboy]

u know ur daddys home

[dogwaterpoopyboy]

nina

[dogwaterpoopyboy]

living that golden experience

[scamanderishredmayniac]

@lemony-pickett here’s another one.

I will eventually pile these into a collection of one shots on wattpad, but still trying to work on the book cover art, which I’m failing badly. Lol! So might be a long time before these are posted there. 🙈

#FBWeek2020: Day 3, free theme! Letter from home!!

A/N: Ok sorry these are coming late, but as I’ve said I lost someone very close to me during the week of this contest, so I will be doing these slowly when I can.  Anyway as it was National letter writing day yesterday, I thought this would be fun to post.  Again this was already in my drafts half done, as I was planning to use it in my work in progress at some point.  So I thought I’d  add more bits to it and sort of use this for the contest.  I hope you like it.  I was thinking of doing a different letter, with Newt responding to Theseus based on the prop for Fantastic Beasts that MinaLima made for Crimes of Grindelwald.  But thought I won’t finish that one in time as I’d have to start from scratch and I wanted to post it as close to National letter writing day as possible.  Lol! As always likes and comments appreciated.  I am tagging @eveneechan since my tags never seem to come up on the dash.  Enjoy!!

Tina woke to the sun streaming in through the window, the light dazzling her eyes as she fought to open them.  She’d forgotten to close the curtains last night, and had fallen asleep in her clothes. As she finally opened her eyes, and turns to the beside table, she notices a white envelope leaning against the lampshade.  With a slight frown, Tina pushed herself to her elbows and stared at the offending object waiting for her attention.  The owl had come after they’d arrived at the house last night, but the journey had been long and she had been too tired to open it then.  But there was no excuse to ignore it now; she had no choice but to read it. She gingerly reached out and touched the envelope and hesitated for just a second before gently bringing the letter closer.  

 She traced the curves of the letters to her name, her heart hammering in her chest. She’d seen the handwriting before, on some official letters at work.  She’d had a fair idea who it could be from.  She secretly hoped she was wrong, that it hadn’t been him writing to her, she didn’t want to know what he had to say.  Surely it couldn’t be good.  With trembling hands she turned the envelope and slowly broke the seal. She took out the letter and began to read with trepidation.  She didn’t think she could take seeing Queenie’s betrayal and the loss of her sister written in black and white.  Not in a letter, and certainly not from him. ‘What would he be thinking?’ Not that she cared what he thought, but she didn’t want the world seeing her sister as some villainous traitor.  And that included him.

 Dear Tina,

           We heard what happened in Paris, and I am deeply sorry how things turned out. It must have been hard seeing your sister betray you in such a way, turning to the wrong side and jeopardizing your career like that.  Knowing that you are an Auror and putting you in a position where people are now questioning you and your own loyalties. I know how close the two of you were, but I don’t believe for one moment that you would be working in cohorts with her as spy. That is what the talk is in the office, people are wondering weather they can trust you or not.  Weather you will be passing on our plans to her. They’re even wondering if Queenie had been working with Grindelwald for some time now, while he had been posing as Graves.

 I know these are not words you want to hear, but I’d rather you hear it from someone who trusts you, who believes you, and doesn’t think the worst of you.  It would be harsher coming from those who do not trust you.  I do not want you to have to deal with anything too harsh, and would rather the news be given in gentler tones than they would give.

 I wish you were here, close to me so I could comfort and hold you.  To ease the pain of losing your sister.  Please tell me where you are, I miss you and want you here with me.  Whatever you are feeling, or going through, we can get through it together Tina. Please come home.

 Tolliver Achilles.

 Grabbing the nearest thing she could find, she hurled it across the room with a splintering crash, as it hit the opposite wall.  Breaking to tiny pieces, before hitting the ground.  ‘How had things gotten so bad? How could Queenie do this to her?’  And the tears began to flow.  Sudden noises of footsteps and shouting brought her back to the present.

 “Tina? Tina?” She heard Newt’s voice call slowly getting closer till he was outside her door.   There was a knocking before he and the others had entered to see what had happened.

 “I’m so sorry,” she panted breathing heavily from the excursion of hurling the glass ornament.  “I’ll fix that, I didn’t meant to break it.”

 “It’s quite alright. It wasn’t anything much valuable.”  Theseus said waving his wand as pieces of coloured glass began to glue themselves back together in the air. 

“Are you alright?” Newt asked coming further into the room brandishing his wand.  He stood in the middle of the room, taking in his surroundings turning full circle, searching for an intruder or anything that could have been a threat.

“I’m fine,” Tina reassured the group.

“What happened?”  Jacob asked with a frown. 

“It was nothing, I was just thinking of…” She let her words fall away lingering in the air, she couldn’t say it.  Couldn’t say her own sister’s name. “How could she do this to us?”  She scowled at the floor, the betrayal so fresh after being mentioned.  She’d tried so hard to convince everyone of her lie, that she had begun to think it true forgetting the real reason she’d been so frustrated.  Just for a short time she had forgotten Tolliver’s letter, til Newt’s voice broke into her thoughts.

“Are you sure you’re ok?”  She felt his presence slightly getting closer.  He’d stopped a few paces away, afraid perhaps to go any further, not daring to invade her space.  She wondered what it would be like to feel him close to her, to have him stand in front of her while comforting her.  Would he brush her hair lightly with his fingers, the way he’d done at the docks? ‘And Tolliver?’   A voice whispered in her ear, reminding her of the letter.  She stiffened slightly with the memory and tried to think where she had left the letter, ‘was it in plain sight?’ She couldn’t remember, and hoped they hadn’t noticed.

“Tina?”  She heard him ask again.

“I’m sorry, yes, yes I’m fine.  I, it’s just, I miss her is all.”  She sighed, unsure of what to say. 

“Yeah I miss her too.”  Jacob said coming further into the room to stand beside her. 

“We’ll find her Tina, and bring her back.” Newt reassured her.

“Yeah I know, I’m fine, really I’m fine.  It’s ok.” 

“Well if things are quite alright here and you’re ok, I’d like to go down and sort breakfast if that’s alright.  I’ll see you all downstairs.”  Theseus said from the doorway and left the room. 

“You are sure you’re alright aren’t you? You’ll tell us if you weren’t? I don’t want you hiding things from us Tina, we’re all in this together.  We’ll get her back you’ll see.” Newt said directing his words to the floor.  She could see he wanted to help, unsure of how best to comfort her.  He was afraid she thought of saying the wrong thing. 

“I know we’ll find her together and I’m glad I have you both to help.  Listen Theseus is getting breakfast ready, perhaps we should make ourselves presentable and head downstairs.”  She blushed now realising she was still in the clothes from the day before, looking rumpled and creased.  She felt conscious of her hair and thought she must look a mess. 

“Oh, oh of course.” 

“yeah sure,”  both men quickly striding to the door to leave.

Once alone Tina quickly grabbed the letter from her bed, where it had fallen when she’d hurled the ornament and opened a drawer and quickly pushed it in; not caring weather it got creased or ripped in the process.  She’d respond to the letter later when she had the chance, but right now she hoped the letter would go undiscovered by her house mates.   

[itsmeasherlockian]

Please put the link here on Tumblr when it’s finished! I would love to read them!

#FBWeek2020: Day 3, free theme! Letter from home!!

A/N: Ok sorry these are coming late, but as I’ve said I lost someone very close to me during the week of this contest, so I will be doing these slowly when I can.  Anyway as it was National letter writing day yesterday, I thought this would be fun to post.  Again this was already in my drafts half done, as I was planning to use it in my work in progress at some point.  So I thought I’d  add more bits to it and sort of use this for the contest.  I hope you like it.  I was thinking of doing a different letter, with Newt responding to Theseus based on the prop for Fantastic Beasts that MinaLima made for Crimes of Grindelwald.  But thought I won’t finish that one in time as I’d have to start from scratch and I wanted to post it as close to National letter writing day as possible.  Lol! As always likes and comments appreciated.  I am tagging @eveneechan since my tags never seem to come up on the dash.  Enjoy!!

Tina woke to the sun streaming in through the window, the light dazzling her eyes as she fought to open them.  She’d forgotten to close the curtains last night, and had fallen asleep in her clothes. As she finally opened her eyes, and turns to the beside table, she notices a white envelope leaning against the lampshade.  With a slight frown, Tina pushed herself to her elbows and stared at the offending object waiting for her attention.  The owl had come after they’d arrived at the house last night, but the journey had been long and she had been too tired to open it then.  But there was no excuse to ignore it now; she had no choice but to read it. She gingerly reached out and touched the envelope and hesitated for just a second before gently bringing the letter closer.  

 She traced the curves of the letters to her name, her heart hammering in her chest. She’d seen the handwriting before, on some official letters at work.  She’d had a fair idea who it could be from.  She secretly hoped she was wrong, that it hadn’t been him writing to her, she didn’t want to know what he had to say.  Surely it couldn’t be good.  With trembling hands she turned the envelope and slowly broke the seal. She took out the letter and began to read with trepidation.  She didn’t think she could take seeing Queenie’s betrayal and the loss of her sister written in black and white.  Not in a letter, and certainly not from him. ‘What would he be thinking?’ Not that she cared what he thought, but she didn’t want the world seeing her sister as some villainous traitor.  And that included him.

 Dear Tina,

           We heard what happened in Paris, and I am deeply sorry how things turned out. It must have been hard seeing your sister betray you in such a way, turning to the wrong side and jeopardizing your career like that.  Knowing that you are an Auror and putting you in a position where people are now questioning you and your own loyalties. I know how close the two of you were, but I don’t believe for one moment that you would be working in cohorts with her as spy. That is what the talk is in the office, people are wondering weather they can trust you or not.  Weather you will be passing on our plans to her. They’re even wondering if Queenie had been working with Grindelwald for some time now, while he had been posing as Graves.

 I know these are not words you want to hear, but I’d rather you hear it from someone who trusts you, who believes you, and doesn’t think the worst of you.  It would be harsher coming from those who do not trust you.  I do not want you to have to deal with anything too harsh, and would rather the news be given in gentler tones than they would give.

 I wish you were here, close to me so I could comfort and hold you.  To ease the pain of losing your sister.  Please tell me where you are, I miss you and want you here with me.  Whatever you are feeling, or going through, we can get through it together Tina. Please come home.

 Tolliver Achilles.

 Grabbing the nearest thing she could find, she hurled it across the room with a splintering crash, as it hit the opposite wall.  Breaking to tiny pieces, before hitting the ground.  ‘How had things gotten so bad? How could Queenie do this to her?’  And the tears began to flow.  Sudden noises of footsteps and shouting brought her back to the present.

 “Tina? Tina?” She heard Newt’s voice call slowly getting closer till he was outside her door.   There was a knocking before he and the others had entered to see what had happened.

 “I’m so sorry,” she panted breathing heavily from the excursion of hurling the glass ornament.  “I’ll fix that, I didn’t meant to break it.”

 “It’s quite alright. It wasn’t anything much valuable.”  Theseus said waving his wand as pieces of coloured glass began to glue themselves back together in the air. 

“Are you alright?” Newt asked coming further into the room brandishing his wand.  He stood in the middle of the room, taking in his surroundings turning full circle, searching for an intruder or anything that could have been a threat.

“I’m fine,” Tina reassured the group.

“What happened?”  Jacob asked with a frown. 

“It was nothing, I was just thinking of…” She let her words fall away lingering in the air, she couldn’t say it.  Couldn’t say her own sister’s name. “How could she do this to us?”  She scowled at the floor, the betrayal so fresh after being mentioned.  She’d tried so hard to convince everyone of her lie, that she had begun to think it true forgetting the real reason she’d been so frustrated.  Just for a short time she had forgotten Tolliver’s letter, til Newt’s voice broke into her thoughts.

“Are you sure you’re ok?”  She felt his presence slightly getting closer.  He’d stopped a few paces away, afraid perhaps to go any further, not daring to invade her space.  She wondered what it would be like to feel him close to her, to have him stand in front of her while comforting her.  Would he brush her hair lightly with his fingers, the way he’d done at the docks? ‘And Tolliver?’   A voice whispered in her ear, reminding her of the letter.  She stiffened slightly with the memory and tried to think where she had left the letter, ‘was it in plain sight?’ She couldn’t remember, and hoped they hadn’t noticed.

“Tina?”  She heard him ask again.

“I’m sorry, yes, yes I’m fine.  I, it’s just, I miss her is all.”  She sighed, unsure of what to say. 

“Yeah I miss her too.”  Jacob said coming further into the room to stand beside her. 

“We’ll find her Tina, and bring her back.” Newt reassured her.

“Yeah I know, I’m fine, really I’m fine.  It’s ok.” 

“Well if things are quite alright here and you’re ok, I’d like to go down and sort breakfast if that’s alright.  I’ll see you all downstairs.”  Theseus said from the doorway and left the room. 

“You are sure you’re alright aren’t you? You’ll tell us if you weren’t? I don’t want you hiding things from us Tina, we’re all in this together.  We’ll get her back you’ll see.” Newt said directing his words to the floor.  She could see he wanted to help, unsure of how best to comfort her.  He was afraid she thought of saying the wrong thing. 

“I know we’ll find her together and I’m glad I have you both to help.  Listen Theseus is getting breakfast ready, perhaps we should make ourselves presentable and head downstairs.”  She blushed now realising she was still in the clothes from the day before, looking rumpled and creased.  She felt conscious of her hair and thought she must look a mess. 

“Oh, oh of course.” 

“yeah sure,”  both men quickly striding to the door to leave.

Once alone Tina quickly grabbed the letter from her bed, where it had fallen when she’d hurled the ornament and opened a drawer and quickly pushed it in; not caring weather it got creased or ripped in the process.  She’d respond to the letter later when she had the chance, but right now she hoped the letter would go undiscovered by her house mates.   

[100-art]

100+ Famous Modern Art Artists of All Time

2/8/2024 ♦ Framed Poster Print ♦ Canvas Print ♦ Metal Print ♦ Acrylic Print ♦ Wood Prints 🌐 Worldwide shipping

[henry-the-queer-artist]

ok but Fantastic Beasts characters are named after Trojan War characters tho

ACHILLES Tolliver (that one guy Tina dated)

Newt SCAMANDER (like the River Scamander)

Bonus points because Newt's middle name is Artemis.

and we also have THESEUS (like that one hero from athens who was the dad of one of the guys in the wooden horse)

this might be stupid but i thought it was cool