fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #2

ROUND 2

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The healers had decided that Percival's arm was healed enough for him to no longer require a sling for most activities, to Percival's great relief. He didn't particularly want to be stuck in an office for the forseeable future, allowed out only on the simplest of missions. He had managed to persuade Seraphina that he needed to work, and he had done what damage control he could with Grindelwald's treatment of his department.

So he was back in the field. Today, he was investigating a batch of Grindelwald's followers that had been causing trouble over the past couple of months, trying to build on Grindelwald's actions to expose the wizarding world. This building was rented by one of the witches involved, but appeared empty.

Tiny was resting across his shoulders, a long thin blue noodle who seemed to be in quite a bad mood. Occasionally she would nip at his ear. Percival thought it was a sign of how terrible an influence Newt had been on him that his response to such actions wasn't to yell at her or move her from his shoulders, but instead to speak to her softly
"Tiny, no, we don't bite..." He reprimanded her.

Percival felt her shift in response, becoming a little thicker, more like a scarf than a grumpy spaghetti. Percival was grateful that he had come in alone to investigate, leaving Newt with Tina and Mathilda outside to guard for anyone advancing. He was working on teaching Tiny manners, and it seemed to be having some success although at points she was difficult. Now that her teeth had released his ear, he reached up with his hand, running his fingers over the scales.

The next moment, two things happened at once. First, Tiny took a flying leap down into his sleeve, and secondly the door to the building he was in slammed shut. A young woman with golden hair stepped forwards from the shadows, her wand pointed towards Graves. Percival heard other footsteps approach him from behind, as more figures stepped out.
"I want you to drop your wand Director." She informed him, her accent harsh. "Drop your wand, and we will let your aurors go."

"What have you done with my aurors?" Percival asked, panicking as he remembered Grindelwald standing in front of him. He felt tight pressure wrap around his arm, Tiny holding him close and keeping him safe.
"Two women and a man. They are alright for now. We'll kill the man first."

Percival couldn't get Newt hurt. It was a foolish thought, but he felt responsible for the magizoologist. Newt could have left the country as soon as he had exposed Grindelwald. Instead he had chosen to stay and advise MACUSA on magical animals, and teach Percival how to care for Tiny. Feeling terror bubble within him, he dropped his wand to the floor and mentally began to count.

Ropes flicked out from the end of the witch's wand, and Percival automatically brought his hands up to block, shielding himself. As he did so, he felt Tiny moving through his robes, from his elbow to his shoulder before dropping down the floor. She was as small as she ever was, and he flinched as she hit the floor, worried she would be injured.

She grew.

Larger than he had ever seen her before, she expanded out, filling the room, her coils pressing the enemy witch and her henchmen back against the walls. She wrapped tightly around Percival, nuzzling against his face for a moment before spitting at the witch.

The coils around Percival were not tight enough to injure, but provided a shelter from the few spells that filled the air. He heard Tiny hiss in pain, and reached out to rub a hand along her scales, each as big as one of his hands.

"Expelliarmus!" The shout cut through the air, and his three opponents found themselves disarmed.
"Are you alright?" Tina asked, frowning a little, as Newt raced forwards, his attention on Tiny. Mathilda and Tina dealt with the three who had attacked, as Percival gently rubbed beneath Tiny's chin.
"You did so well there girl, I am very very proud, now, do you think you could be a little smaller?"

Tiny shrunk, and climbed back up his shoulder, revealing a nasty scrape down her side.
"Newt?" Percival called out. "I think she's hurt, look..."
Newt took one look and then disappeared into his everpresent case, returning with a lavender scented cream which he rubbed across her scales.
"She'll be as good as new." Newt reassured him. "And you both did well..." He smiled fondly at Percival as he spoke, and Percival couldn't help smiling back.

He could wear his sling for a little longer. At least while he was writing this report. After all, you never knew when you might need to have a trick up your sleeve.

Prompt Post #2

A Tiny Problem (4/6)