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FUCK IT WE'LL FIGURE OUT SPECIFICS LATER

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Fill: The Whipping Boy (12/15)

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Newt lost track of time after the first few days. He slept on the floor of Credence’s room, and got brought what food Credence had been able to bring. He ate while trying not to think about how Credence might have earned that food, what the man who wasn’t Graves might have asked for. Credence was looking more broken every day, his eyes unfocused as he stood beside their captor. When he lay in his bed he mumbled to himself, words of prayers that were meant to bring comfort, and he clung to Newt’s side like he was air and Credence was suffocating. Newt tried to calm him, to take care, but it didn’t always work.

But Newt was being beaten less often. He wondered if the others thought that he was dead. This man would probably kill his friends if he got the chance. That he wasn’t boasting had to be a good sign. In a way the lack of beatings was a reassurance but he worried about what Credence was doing to keep him safe.

Credence had gone off with the man for another day’s lessons and Newt could hear the sounds of spells being practiced from the main room. Newt curled up on the floor to sleep, and dozed off until Credence walked in with a plate of food – there was some ham on the plate today alongside a thick slice of bread. So the lessons were going well.

Newt smiled at Credence, and Credence managed a sad smile in return, handing over the food. Newt put it to one side, and cuddled Credence closely, rubbing his back. Credence curled towards his touch.
“The water spell worked well.” He murmured softly. “And I managed to make a flower, just like you taught me. What are we learning later?” There was a sense of desperation in his voice, needing something positive to cling to. He was looking to Newt for hope.

“SUMMONING.” Newt spelt out on Credence’s hand. An idea of an escape plan was beginning to form in his mind, but not everything was in place yet. Credence nodded, embracing Newt tightly for another moment before letting go and walking away. Newt ate his sandwich and let himself sleep.

He was impressed by how hard Credence was working. He spent his days with the man that wasn’t Graves, often his evenings as well. Then during the night the two of them would practice spells that weren’t to cause pain. He talked Credence through the method, holding his hand to write out the name of the spells, and using the pen as a practice wand. If Credence got a chance, he would practice – but the man was careful to always keep control of Credence’s wand. Credence was hungry for knowledge and for kindness, and Newt did what he could to provide him with both.

He woke to sounds drifting down the hall from the man’s bedroom. He tried to ignore them, focussing on smoothing the bedsheets, making sure everything looked tidy. Credence deserved a comforting home to return to.

Credence walked in after a few moments, his eyes looking a little dazed. Newt walked over, wrapping his arms around him, and Credence whimpered, clutching Newt tightly.
“He’s talking about killing No-Maj’s again. He said that in a few days he’s… he’s going to teach me how to kill and I don’t … I don’t want to…” He sobbed. “If I don’t he’ll kill you and I don’t want that either….”

Newt wrapped his arms around him tighter, nuzzling Credence’s ear, and swallowing.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, and then froze, the two of them pulling away from each other.

“You… you spoke.” Credence whispered, and Newt nodded, licking his lips nervously.
“I did… I think…” He looked at Credence. “I think you cancelled the spell.” He paused. “Until he next silences me…” Credence through himself forwards, clinging to Newt tighter, and Newt staggered backwards a little.

“This… this is good. Wandless magic is advanced. A lot of wizards never master it. But if you can…” He swallowed. “I think I know how we are going to get out of here. But there’s one more spell you need to learn.”
“Anything.” Credence whispered, and Newt hugged him tight.

“It’s not going to hurt anyone.” Newt promised him, knowing Credence didn’t want that. “Just need to learn how to bring things to us. Because if you can do that, you can get your wand.”

Credence’s eyes lit up.
“Can you do it?” He asked nervously, and Newt shook his head.
“I’m too weak. But you removed the silencing spell Credence. You can do this.” He rubbed Credence’s shoulders, and Credence smiled up at him, sitting on the bed and signalling for Newt to sit next to him. Cuddling up together, they began to plan.