Oops, I seem to have accidentally posted part 5 twice! You can ignore that second one.
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‘Wow,’ was Newt’s first thought when he came to. When he had first been called to take care of a magical beast that was running rampant through New York, he hadn’t expected anything as magnificent as the large Re’em stalking through Central Park.
“Newt? Newt are you alright?” Tina’s anxious voice filtered through the sound of people shouting.
“I’m al-” Newt broke off with a quiet hiss as he moved to sit up and pain shot up his left arm.
“Newt?”
“I’m fine, Tina.” He called back, carefully prodding his shoulder. Hmm, definitely dislocated. He’d have to fix that later.
“Fine?” Tina sounded incredulous. “It threw you through a wall!”
“Yes well, he’s quite disoriented being so far from home.” Newt explained, holding his arm carefully and dusting himself off. “He’s meant to be on the other side of the country, you know.” He clambered out of the hole he had made and hurried back towards the Re’em. It really was quite remarkable, and Newt couldn’t help but admire the way its glossy golden pelt reflected the sunlight, or the elegant curves of its horns, or-
“Mr Scamander, any day now.” Mr Graves’ sharp voice startled Newt out of his reverie.
“Oh, y-yes, of course.” Newt stammered. “Apologies.”
“Just get that beast into that case of yours.” Graves ordered, concentrating on maintaining the wards that kept the No-majs away while directing his aurors to subdue the thrashing creature. “And quickly.”
Newt scurried as close as he dared to the Re’em before clearing his throat.
“Aaaaaaaaaooooooooooruuuuuuuu-”
“What in Iseult’s name is he doing?” Graves demanded, disbelief written across his face.
“Eeeeeeeaaaaaaaarrrghooooooooooooo-”
“He appears to be singing.” Tina piped up helpfully. When Graves turned his glare on her, she shrugged unconcernedly and turned an appreciative eye on their consultant magizoologist. “He really isn’t all that bad, and it’s working.” She gestured to the Re’em, which had stopped struggling and had cocked its head, listening intently to Newt’s smooth tenor.
“Iiiiiiiiiiiiiluuuuuuuooooooraaaaaaaa-”
Eventually the Re’em lowered itself to the ground and Newt managed to gently lead it into his case. He turned back to them grinning shyly, but Graves frowned as he noticed the stiff way Newt was holding his left arm.
“Well, I’ll just be off then.” Newt said as Graves and Tina walked up to him. “I’ve got to take this one home.” He gestured carelessly to his case, but Graves caught a brief flash of pain cross his face although it was quickly hidden.
“Not so fast, Mr Scamander.” He said, causing Newt to freeze mid turn, the skittish expression on his face strikingly similar to that of one of his creatures. “I’m sure the Re’em can wait a bit longer while we sort you out.”
“M-me?”
“Yes, you. Why don’t you take a seat?” Graves said genially while conjuring a chair and placing a hand on Newt’s right shoulder to guide him to sit.
“I’m fine, really-” Newt protested, trying to stand up, but Graves’ hand on his shoulder was unyielding.
“I’m sure that shoulder must be hurting you, Mr Scamander.” Graves remarked, keeping his voice light but regarding Newt intently. The younger man squirmed in his seat, not once meeting his gaze.
Graves could never quite connect the painfully shy and awkward man in front of him to the man who had literally just sung to a raging Re’em. When Graves had woken from his magically induced coma, the first thing he had done was read the reports of what had happened when Grindelwald had stolen his body. He had read all about the trouble with the Obscurus boy, but what had really caught his attention was the magizoologist with his incredibly illegal case of creatures who had duelled Grindelwald and survived. It was, in fact, due to Scamander’s Niffler, of all things, that the snuffbox in which Graves had been hidden in was found so quickly, because evidently, even Dark Lords could be pickpocketed.
Graves had of course heard of Theseus Scamander the war hero, and in anticipation to Newt’s first consultation, he had imagined and expected someone like the tall confident man often seen in the newspapers. Instead he got a stammering man who avoided direct eye contact and hunched his shoulders to make himself look smaller than he actually was. Graves had had serious doubts about whether or not this man could really have uncovered Grindelwald’s plot. That was until he had seen him work with creatures. Newt was an enigma. In the face of one of his creatures, he exuded the calm confidence of someone who could interpret even the slightest change in body language, but around others of his own species, he would stumble his way through even the simplest social interactions.
With a flick of his wand Graves had numbed Newt’s shoulder and proceeded to gently examine it.
“You- you really don’t have to.” Newt interjected weakly. “I can do it myself.”
“And I don’t doubt that at all, Mr Scamander.” Graves replied, thinking about all the situations Newt seemed prone to getting into. “But I know from experience that relocating one’s own shoulder is an altogether unpleasant feeling.” And with one smooth motion, he pushed Newt’s shoulder back into place.
Graves too had once been reluctant to accept help from others. He had distanced himself from everyone in order to focus on his work. Commanding respect and no small part apprehension, he ran his department with ruthless efficiency. All he cared about was competence. Anything else, like being liked, was extraneous. Being close to others just made him vulnerable. Ironically, it was this self-imposed isolation that had made him the perfect target for Grindelwald; high-ranking, but without any close family or friends who might notice any discrepancies in behaviour.
Upon his return to MACUSA, he had tried to make an effort to connect more with his colleagues, but the things Grindelwald had done with his face obviously remained fresh in their memories and they avoided any interaction that wasn’t strictly necessary.
It was Tina Goldstein who had been the most receptive to his attempts. Her role in his rescue seemed to have left her with the idea that she could take more liberties with him. Having been reinstated to her former position, she had brought to the department her sense of zeal and natural instinct which made her an intuitive and proficient Auror.
The first time she had teased him, he had gaped at her for an embarrassingly long time before shutting his mouth and ordering her to get back to work. Instead of being discouraged, she had taken this as permission to continue and soon, most of the department included him in their regular banter. Now, when he walked through the department, his employees didn’t quite come up to him for a casual chat, but neither did they scuttle out of his way like they had previously. It was now quite commonplace for people to nod and greet him as he passed.
It was… different, Graves decided, but not altogether unpleasant.
He pulled Newt to his feet and banished the chair.
“Some things are better when you have other people.” Graves clapped a stunned Newt on his good shoulder and nodded to a gobsmacked Tina, before turning to organise the clean up. This was one thing he certainly wouldn’t want to do on his own.
Fill: 5 times Newt had to patch himself up, and 1 time there were humans to help him 6/6
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‘Wow,’ was Newt’s first thought when he came to. When he had first been called to take care of a magical beast that was running rampant through New York, he hadn’t expected anything as magnificent as the large Re’em stalking through Central Park.
“Newt? Newt are you alright?” Tina’s anxious voice filtered through the sound of people shouting.
“I’m al-” Newt broke off with a quiet hiss as he moved to sit up and pain shot up his left arm.
“Newt?”
“I’m fine, Tina.” He called back, carefully prodding his shoulder. Hmm, definitely dislocated. He’d have to fix that later.
“Fine?” Tina sounded incredulous. “It threw you through a wall!”
“Yes well, he’s quite disoriented being so far from home.” Newt explained, holding his arm carefully and dusting himself off. “He’s meant to be on the other side of the country, you know.” He clambered out of the hole he had made and hurried back towards the Re’em. It really was quite remarkable, and Newt couldn’t help but admire the way its glossy golden pelt reflected the sunlight, or the elegant curves of its horns, or-
“Mr Scamander, any day now.” Mr Graves’ sharp voice startled Newt out of his reverie.
“Oh, y-yes, of course.” Newt stammered. “Apologies.”
“Just get that beast into that case of yours.” Graves ordered, concentrating on maintaining the wards that kept the No-majs away while directing his aurors to subdue the thrashing creature. “And quickly.”
Newt scurried as close as he dared to the Re’em before clearing his throat.
“Aaaaaaaaaooooooooooruuuuuuuu-”
“What in Iseult’s name is he doing?” Graves demanded, disbelief written across his face.
“Eeeeeeeaaaaaaaarrrghooooooooooooo-”
“He appears to be singing.” Tina piped up helpfully. When Graves turned his glare on her, she shrugged unconcernedly and turned an appreciative eye on their consultant magizoologist. “He really isn’t all that bad, and it’s working.” She gestured to the Re’em, which had stopped struggling and had cocked its head, listening intently to Newt’s smooth tenor.
“Iiiiiiiiiiiiiluuuuuuuooooooraaaaaaaa-”
Eventually the Re’em lowered itself to the ground and Newt managed to gently lead it into his case. He turned back to them grinning shyly, but Graves frowned as he noticed the stiff way Newt was holding his left arm.
“Well, I’ll just be off then.” Newt said as Graves and Tina walked up to him. “I’ve got to take this one home.” He gestured carelessly to his case, but Graves caught a brief flash of pain cross his face although it was quickly hidden.
“Not so fast, Mr Scamander.” He said, causing Newt to freeze mid turn, the skittish expression on his face strikingly similar to that of one of his creatures. “I’m sure the Re’em can wait a bit longer while we sort you out.”
“M-me?”
“Yes, you. Why don’t you take a seat?” Graves said genially while conjuring a chair and placing a hand on Newt’s right shoulder to guide him to sit.
“I’m fine, really-” Newt protested, trying to stand up, but Graves’ hand on his shoulder was unyielding.
“I’m sure that shoulder must be hurting you, Mr Scamander.” Graves remarked, keeping his voice light but regarding Newt intently. The younger man squirmed in his seat, not once meeting his gaze.
Graves could never quite connect the painfully shy and awkward man in front of him to the man who had literally just sung to a raging Re’em. When Graves had woken from his magically induced coma, the first thing he had done was read the reports of what had happened when Grindelwald had stolen his body. He had read all about the trouble with the Obscurus boy, but what had really caught his attention was the magizoologist with his incredibly illegal case of creatures who had duelled Grindelwald and survived. It was, in fact, due to Scamander’s Niffler, of all things, that the snuffbox in which Graves had been hidden in was found so quickly, because evidently, even Dark Lords could be pickpocketed.
Graves had of course heard of Theseus Scamander the war hero, and in anticipation to Newt’s first consultation, he had imagined and expected someone like the tall confident man often seen in the newspapers. Instead he got a stammering man who avoided direct eye contact and hunched his shoulders to make himself look smaller than he actually was. Graves had had serious doubts about whether or not this man could really have uncovered Grindelwald’s plot. That was until he had seen him work with creatures. Newt was an enigma. In the face of one of his creatures, he exuded the calm confidence of someone who could interpret even the slightest change in body language, but around others of his own species, he would stumble his way through even the simplest social interactions.
With a flick of his wand Graves had numbed Newt’s shoulder and proceeded to gently examine it.
“You- you really don’t have to.” Newt interjected weakly. “I can do it myself.”
“And I don’t doubt that at all, Mr Scamander.” Graves replied, thinking about all the situations Newt seemed prone to getting into. “But I know from experience that relocating one’s own shoulder is an altogether unpleasant feeling.” And with one smooth motion, he pushed Newt’s shoulder back into place.
Graves too had once been reluctant to accept help from others. He had distanced himself from everyone in order to focus on his work. Commanding respect and no small part apprehension, he ran his department with ruthless efficiency. All he cared about was competence. Anything else, like being liked, was extraneous. Being close to others just made him vulnerable. Ironically, it was this self-imposed isolation that had made him the perfect target for Grindelwald; high-ranking, but without any close family or friends who might notice any discrepancies in behaviour.
Upon his return to MACUSA, he had tried to make an effort to connect more with his colleagues, but the things Grindelwald had done with his face obviously remained fresh in their memories and they avoided any interaction that wasn’t strictly necessary.
It was Tina Goldstein who had been the most receptive to his attempts. Her role in his rescue seemed to have left her with the idea that she could take more liberties with him. Having been reinstated to her former position, she had brought to the department her sense of zeal and natural instinct which made her an intuitive and proficient Auror.
The first time she had teased him, he had gaped at her for an embarrassingly long time before shutting his mouth and ordering her to get back to work. Instead of being discouraged, she had taken this as permission to continue and soon, most of the department included him in their regular banter. Now, when he walked through the department, his employees didn’t quite come up to him for a casual chat, but neither did they scuttle out of his way like they had previously. It was now quite commonplace for people to nod and greet him as he passed.
It was… different, Graves decided, but not altogether unpleasant.
He pulled Newt to his feet and banished the chair.
“Some things are better when you have other people.” Graves clapped a stunned Newt on his good shoulder and nodded to a gobsmacked Tina, before turning to organise the clean up. This was one thing he certainly wouldn’t want to do on his own.