“There, there,” Newt crooned softly, his attention never wavering from the orange ball of fur half-hidden behind the statue of Gregory the Smarmy. The little Kneazle had almost been vibrating with tension when he had first found her, but now was merely eyeing him distrustfully with a paw held gingerly to her chest and letting out the occasional warning hiss whenever he moved to quickly.
“There we go.” Newt murmured, extending a hand unthreateningly. “Now why don’t you let me take a look at that paw of yours? I promise it’ll feel better afterwards.” Eventually after ten more minutes of coaxing, the Kneazle allowed herself to be cradled against Newt’s chest and examined with a gentle touch.
“Don’t worry,” Newt said as he tended to the sprained paw. “This should be all better in a few days-”
“YOU! You’re the one who stole my cat!” Newt jumped at the unexpected voice and the Kneazle in his arms lashed out, raking her claws along his chest and tearing down the fifth floor corridor. The sudden flash of pain was quickly drowned with worry at the thought of the strain the action would have put on her injury, but he was quickly distracted by a hand on his shoulder yanking him around.
Newt came face to face with a livid fourth year Gryffindor whose face was flushed the same crimson as her tie.
“I can’t believe you stole my cat and then let it get away!” Her voice was shrill and Newt had to disguise a wince.
“I- I didn’t… I was just-”
“Oh, forget it.” She pushed the second year student aside and stormed off with a flick of her hair in pursuit of the Kneazle. Newt stumbled into the stone wall and slid to the floor, slightly dazed. Shaking his head, he pushed himself upright and the fresh cuts on his chest flared up with pain. Newt sucked in a breath and gritted his teeth before making his way back to the Hufflepuff dorms.
Behind the privacy of his bed curtains, Newt slowly peeled off his ruined shirt and examined the new cuts, silently marvelling at the length and sharpness of the Kneazle’s claws. His hands went through the familiar motions of making a healing poultice, his wand clenched between his teeth, and he wondered where the Kneazle might have escaped. Outside, most definitely, and probably somewhere where she could easily hide from her shrieking owner.
Newt quickly applied the poultice and shrugged on his robes, before making his way toward the Forbidden Forest. Best to start there.
Fill: 5 times Newt had to patch himself up, and 1 time there were humans to help him 2/6
“There, there,” Newt crooned softly, his attention never wavering from the orange ball of fur half-hidden behind the statue of Gregory the Smarmy. The little Kneazle had almost been vibrating with tension when he had first found her, but now was merely eyeing him distrustfully with a paw held gingerly to her chest and letting out the occasional warning hiss whenever he moved to quickly.
“There we go.” Newt murmured, extending a hand unthreateningly. “Now why don’t you let me take a look at that paw of yours? I promise it’ll feel better afterwards.” Eventually after ten more minutes of coaxing, the Kneazle allowed herself to be cradled against Newt’s chest and examined with a gentle touch.
“Don’t worry,” Newt said as he tended to the sprained paw. “This should be all better in a few days-”
“YOU! You’re the one who stole my cat!” Newt jumped at the unexpected voice and the Kneazle in his arms lashed out, raking her claws along his chest and tearing down the fifth floor corridor. The sudden flash of pain was quickly drowned with worry at the thought of the strain the action would have put on her injury, but he was quickly distracted by a hand on his shoulder yanking him around.
Newt came face to face with a livid fourth year Gryffindor whose face was flushed the same crimson as her tie.
“I can’t believe you stole my cat and then let it get away!” Her voice was shrill and Newt had to disguise a wince.
“I- I didn’t… I was just-”
“Oh, forget it.” She pushed the second year student aside and stormed off with a flick of her hair in pursuit of the Kneazle. Newt stumbled into the stone wall and slid to the floor, slightly dazed. Shaking his head, he pushed himself upright and the fresh cuts on his chest flared up with pain. Newt sucked in a breath and gritted his teeth before making his way back to the Hufflepuff dorms.
Behind the privacy of his bed curtains, Newt slowly peeled off his ruined shirt and examined the new cuts, silently marvelling at the length and sharpness of the Kneazle’s claws. His hands went through the familiar motions of making a healing poultice, his wand clenched between his teeth, and he wondered where the Kneazle might have escaped. Outside, most definitely, and probably somewhere where she could easily hide from her shrieking owner.
Newt quickly applied the poultice and shrugged on his robes, before making his way toward the Forbidden Forest. Best to start there.