fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #2

ROUND 2

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To say that Queenie looked horrified would be a massive understatement. Her eyes were wide, her gaze fixed towards Newt, and she blinked back tears before approaching.
"Hey there?" She said softly, and Percival frowned, concerned.

Newt glanced down at his feet, shuffling and squirming slightly.
"Are you his girl?"
"No, I'm Queenie, that's my sister Tina. Her and Percival are just the cutest little couple..."

Queenie seemed to be relaxed now, but Percival was fairly sure that it was an act being carried out for Newt's benefit, to stop him from worrying or thinking he had done something wrong.
"Dinner smells real good, don't it Teenie?" Queenie asked, and Auror Goldstein nodded. Percival smiled.
"Newt made it. He's talented, did it without the use of a wand."

He hoped that comment could send Newt's thoughts flying in the right directions. Once they had headed off the right way, there was more chance that Queenie would be able to catch the information she wanted. Tina was standing a short distance back, an obvious expression of concern on her face. Before she could voice it Percival cleared his throat.

"It's lovely to see you both tonight, thank you. I know that it's hard to get nights off darling." He praised Tina with a smile, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Anything for you honey bun." Tina replied, her face flushing a little as she stumbled through the words. Percival attempted to raise an eyebrow in disapproval, without worrying Newt who seemed to startle easily at the best of times.

"So how did you and Percival meet then sweetie?" Queenie was leaning in to Newt, a soft smile on her face. Queenie was always good at playing the ditsy blond woman with no idea of reality, and today she was managing the role even better than she normally did. She giggled a little when Newt went a fascinating shade of red, his freckles disappearing underneath the intensity of his blush.

"He came and asked me for some assistance." Percival answered, stepping in to field the question before Newt could get too panicked about it. "I chose to help him, and it's been good so far. He's a decent man..." He shrugged a little after a moment. Newt was more relaxed than before, although still slightly blushing. He nodded his wordless agreement to Percival's story.

"He's a good guy." Newt murmured. Logically, Percival understood that was being said because Newt wanted to support his cover story. But he hoped that Newt might actually believe his own words. That he saw in Percival someone willing to listen and understand.

He tried to distract himself, feeling Queenie shooting him a protective glance. The boy had suffered enough, he was in no state to be pursuing a relationship even if he had wanted one. Enough had happened that he could be fairly sure that Newt felt nothing towards him.

"Which house were you in sweetie?" Queenie asked, her head tilted to one side. "I mean, from your voice you aren't from around here huh?"
"I grew up in England." Newt answered, his gaze directed to his plate. "I was a Hufflepuff."
"Did you have a nice time there?" Queenie asked. "I heard Hogwarts has all kinds of impractical rules. Is it true you have to wear robes all the time?"
"Not when we sleep." Newt mumbled, and Percival wondered if he had just witnessed Newt making a joke. "And I didn't get on so well. Most of the other kids could tell I was different, and they didn't like me."

"Oh honey, different how?" Queenie asked. She was leaning in, and the expression on her face looked genuinely concerned.
"I just... have different written through me like a stick of rock." Newt mumbled, and shook his head. "It could have been worse. I got into some trouble and had to leave, but one of the teachers introduced me to a friend of his who was willing to teach me."

Queenie leaned in, her expression earnest, as though caught up in some office gossip.
"So thanks to him I finished my studies."
"What was he like?" Queenie probed, a frown passing across her face for a moment. He had clearly put blocks around this particular idea.
"He was strict. But he was a good teacher." Newt started, then shrugged. "We disagreed about a few things, but he kept me on. Said one day I'd realise he was right. Fool that I was, I thought one day he might listen to me." Newt was squirming now, and it was all Percival could do not to try and rescue him. Instead he leaned in to cuddle and kiss Tina on the cheek. She played her part excellently. and for a short while he stopped listening to the exchange of pleasantries.

"So why are you here? It's a long way from home?" Tina asked, leaning in, her eyes much more focused than those of her sister. She conducted herself as though this was an interrogation, and Percival tried to signal to her to tone it down a little before it backfired. Newt swallowed and looked away before answering.
"I decided this would be a good place. I like creatures. Used to look after some for my tutor, and I learned a lot about how to care for them. There are some remarkable creatures in America... one day, I want to visit the wilds of Arizona. I want to watch the Thunderbirds spiral through the sky... that probably sounds silly, doesn't it?" He asked, all confidence seeming to disappear almost immediately.

"Not silly at all." Queenie answered. "I'm sure they're real pretty."

Newt's smile did seem more genuine, if still a little cautious. Percival smiled at him. He admired Queenie, and made a mental note to talk to her about the possibility of her working on the interrogation team. She flashed him a smile to let him know she had heard it, before turning her focus entirely back on Newt.

"Are Thunderbirds your favourite creatures then?"
"I like all kinds of creatures." Newt said softly. "I used to look after a dragon, and a nundu... as a child I always adored Nifflers. They seemed sweet, and there's so much in the world that isn't." He yelped, and pulled Pickett from his pocket, the bowtruckle sticking its tiny tongue out at him. "I like most bowtruckles. Some however are quite infuriating."

Pickett responded by blowing a raspberry, and Queenie smiled.
"You like it here?"
"Mister Gr-Percival has been very kind to me." Newt answered. "Kinder than... Kinder than I've known before, and I hope that I have been able to help at least a little after my intrusion."

"You have helped a lot." Percival said after a moment. "I've enjoyed the company. It gets lonely when Teenie is working, and it's not as easy to get around as I like. If you want you can stay for a while, help around the house and things. I'd pay you of course."

Newt looked uncertain, but Queenie leaned in, whispering to him barely audibly.
"Percival is good at wards, I can't think of no place safer to be than here."

That seemed to persuade him, and he looked at Percival.
"Thank you. You've already been a huge assistance."
"I'm glad." He answered with a smart nod. Newt was more confident now.

He looked up at the noise of something banging against the window, twisting his head to see an owl there, its white feathers ruffled by the wind and its beak knocking rhythmically on the glass.
"Tina?" He asked and she opened the window with a wave of her wand.

The large owl flew in the window, performing two laps of the room before it settled before him and dropped a letter from its beak. The letter wasn't stamped with the MACUSA logo, but Percival would have recognised Seraphina's handwriting anywhere.
"Anything important?" Tina asked. Percival turned the envelope over before opening it, finding a few neat lines written by his friend. Dear Percival, hope that you are continuing with your planned return. The British have had us draw up an extradition treatise for Newt Scamander. Although they don't currently know his location, they suspect he might be in America. S.P.

Percival bit down the curse that threatened to escape him.
"Nothing important. Just an offer of work." He answered the unasked question posed by the others in the room, penning a quick response. Thank you for the heads up. I'll know more by the evening.>

The conversation carried on, but it seemed stilted, stressful. Percival was relieved when Newt's awkward avoiding of topics gave way to yawning.
"Go to bed Newt." He demanded. As soon as Newt was outside, he turned his attention to Queenie and waited for her assessment on who and what Newt was.

Prompt Post #2

Fill: The Possibility of Hope (5/?)