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FILL: Graves/Newt - Soulmarks [4?]
(Anonymous) 2017-01-05 02:07 am (UTC)(link)I have no idea how this has gotten so long orz
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Despite wands to their necks and the clinical way the executioners treated them, Newt and Tina never actually made it to the execution chamber. Queenie- bless her, her ancestors, and all her descendants- heard Tina’s mental confusion (at least that was Newt’s supposition; they’d not had time to stop and talk about it, and if they’d had time Newt wouldn’t have been able to take notes, but given the ease with which she’d pulled facts out of Jacob’s head as a complete stranger and that Tina was her sister...) and took it upon herself to come to their rescue.
The executioners led them away from the interrogation room with purpose, but the execution chamber was far away from everything else. They were still walking through the dark forest of columns when Newt spotted Queenie’s blonde hair from the corner of his eye. Tina was still too distraught to see anything except the span of empty space in front of her and the executioners continued to march them on without pause, so Newt had to guess that Queenie hadn’t been seen.
The executioner at Newt’s back suddenly stiffened in a full body bind and fell to the floor with a thump. The woman holding Tina turned to see what was going on, but before she could shout or take action, she too had a full body bind placed on her. Tina stumbled forward and Newt caught her, craning his head to see Queenie stepping out from behind the column.
“Teenie!” she murmured, hurrying to them, “Mercy Lewis- are you alright?”
Jacob poked his head out from behind another column, eyes wide as he took in the executioners. He held Newt’s case tightly in his hands, as though he expected it to be summoned away from him at any second. He looked at Newt and then back at the bodies on the floor.
“Are they- ?”
“Full body bind,” Newt said. He passed Tina into Queenie’s arms with a careful pat to Tina’s shoulder and a soft, “Easy now,” and then stood to face Jacob. “Don’t worry they can still see and hear; it’s easy enough to undo. Queenie, do you have my- ”
Queenie held out his wand in answer, which she’d appropriated from Percival’s office with Jacob’s help. Apparently Muggles who’d done service for their country were not above using brute force against the office doors of men who imprisoned them. Newt could have kissed them.
He slid his wand up his sleeve and absently stuck a finger under his cuff, where his skin had started burning. “Thank you. We need to go immediately. Somewhere safe,” he said instead, “To talk.”
“Back to-” Tina started.
“No!” Newt stood and grabbed his case from Jacob. “Anywhere else. Anywhere you’re not known. But for now we just need to get out before someone finds these two.”
“This way, then,” Queenie said.
She led them at a fast clip through the halls, careful not to say which way. (That was one slight perk to her job- it was simply assumed that she had a reason to be wherever she was.)
A few passing looks came their way, mostly curious. Everybody knew of Tina due to her demotion, which had been a very public event, and Queenie simply attracted attention no matter where she went. If they weren’t sure who the two men with them were, well, new delegates and consultants came in every day and very few people as yet had been made aware of anything other than the current state of emergency- Picquery wouldn't want everybody in MACUSA knowing that some British wizard had set loose magical beasts to cause havoc, because that would certainly get back to Britain and start an international incident.
They arrived at the canteen and paused to collect themselves. It wouldn't do to go swarming through like the hounds of hell were after them. At least it was unlikely anyone involved with diplomacy would be eating with the paper pushers; even the low ranking members of the international delegations stayed with their groups during congressional meetings.
“Kitchen’s through here. We can go out the service exit. They don’t have Apparition wards there. And it’s an off time for lunch; won’t be many here,” said Queenie, softly.
It was about as solid of a plan as anybody else had, given their circumstances. They stepped into the canteen and forced themselves to chat like they were just late to lunch.
“Stop looking like you’ve never seen the inside of a lunch room before,” Tina murmured at Jacob, with a swift nudge to his elbow.
“Ain’t never seen one like this,” Jacob muttered back.
Newt bit back a smile. To be fair, most lunch rooms in the muggle world didn’t have the trays sent to tables with levitation spells and they certainly weren’t cleaned by house elves. Queenie said hellos to the working house elves and made small talk with some of the late eaters as they passed by. Once they reached the kitchen doors, Tina flicked her wand casually behind them.
“Obliviated?” Newt murmured.
“Confundo,” Tina said. “They shouldn’t be able to recall if we’ve been here.”
Queenie opened the kitchen door and they spilled through. Newt pulled a cocoon out from his pocket and stroked it awake, sending Reginald the Swooping Evil out ahead of them. The appearance of a flying creature in their kitchen sent several human MACUSA employees swerving for cover, yelping at each other, and the confusion meant that they were able to walk through without being truly noticed.
“What is that?” Tina asked as they picked up their jog through the kitchens and into the service entrance in the back.
“Swooping Evil,” Newt said. Reginald returned to Newt and curled into his cocoon, dropping into Newt’s raised palm.
“It’s quite pretty,” Tina said, smiling.
Newt had to pause a moment before he realized her voice had not held the disdain he was used to. He turned that around. “Oh. Yes. Um, thank you. Swooping Evil’s not the nicest name for it, but it will eat human brains if provoked. Not Reginald, of course, I've come up with a better diet for him and-”
“Newt, honey,” Queenie broke in with a fond smile. “Later?”
“So where are we going to go?” Jacob asked, “This isn’t even an exit. It’s a hole.”
“That’s because we don’t need it to not be a hole. You’ll see,” said Tina.
“We need somewhere safe- somewhere nobody will think to look for you,” Newt murmured. “We need time to make a plan.”
“Plan what?” Tina asked.
“Later. Safe place now. Any ideas?”
Queenie looked thoughtful. “What about that one church? Since you’re not supposed to be there.”
“No,” Tina said immediately, “You know what’ll happen if they do look there and find me.”
“The synagogue, then. The one Grandpa liked. The cantor is a wizard without affiliation here and the Rabbi doesn’t have a reason to know us. Even if someone thinks of it it’ll take forever to find.”
Tina nodded slowly. “Yes, yeah, that’ll do. Take Jacob, I’ll sidealong Mr. Scamander.”
Queenie nodded and looped her arm through Jacob’s. Jacob looked momentarily terrified and Newt offered what he hoped was a comforting smile just before they disappeared with the pop of Disapparition. Tina held her arm out to Newt.
“Mr. Scamander?”
“Newt, please,” he murmured, taking her arm.
She slanted a look up at him. Her lips twitched into a tiny smile. “I’m Tina.”
Newt braced himself for the pinching feeling that always came from being Disapparated by another witch’s, or wizard’s, magic. They disappeared just before another witch came out for a cigarette break.
Re: FILL: Graves/Newt - Soulmarks [4?]
(Anonymous) 2017-01-05 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Graves/Newt - Soulmarks [4?]
(Anonymous) 2017-03-29 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)