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Prompt Post #1
ROUND 1
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Gen/Gramander(???): Newt misplacing his wand
(Anonymous) 2016-12-17 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)He's tending to his creatures and the hours start blurring together and he just forgets where he put it. When he finally emerges from his case and reaches for his wand that isn't in it's usual place he just does what most people would do and retraces his steps, only to find himself still wandless. He goes around MACUSA and asks if anyone's seen his wand and everyone responds 'no' (think of those situations where people put their glasses on top of their head and forget that they've done it, no one notices/ignores it because they don't see it or they think they're being punked).
Everyone except Graves who is observing the whole thing with a look of disbelief because, wtf, how did any of you become aurors with your atrocious observation skills?
I think about this a lot more than I'd like to admit...
Re: Gen/Gramander(???): Newt misplacing his wand
(Anonymous) 2016-12-17 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)Fill: Graves/Newt preslash, Newt misplaces his wand
(Anonymous) 2016-12-21 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)--
The door leading to the Auror department was open. This was not necessarily bad. However, there were were bloody footprints leading up to it, and Percival Graves quickened his pace in mild alarm. He'd sent Goldstein and three others to a situation downtown a few hours ago, and he hadn't anticipated it to end in injuries.
As he entered, however, he found not Goldstein and her team, but a certain magizoologist. Scamander was dripping with blood, from his chest down to his boots. The five other Aurors in the office were clumped around him, gawking dumbly.
"Why hasn't anyone brought Scamander to the hospital? Or at least brought a healer here to take a look at him?" Graves barked out, making everyone else in the room jump. Leahy was the unfortunate fellow who met his eyes and got the full questioning stare.
"Sir, he..." Leahy said, wavering and gulping loudly as Graves approached, then recovered enough to continue, "... he's not actually injured, Sir."
Graves raised an eyebrow at this and took a closer look at Scamander, who was smiling somewhat sheepishly. "Oh? So who did you murder, then, Scamander? You did come here to confess your crime, didn't you?"
Scamander--no, Newt, for he was Newt when he laughed at Percival's jokes-- Newt laughed, eyes crinkling with mirth. They had built a friendship on the aftermath of Percival's rescue from Grindelwald's makeshift prison, and now Newt laughs at his jokes even when no one else does. Percival found Newt's laughter irresistibly adorable. He always marveled at the fact that Newt was one of the few people who relaxed in his presence. The other Aurors, however, were all squirming nervously, very obviously uncomfortable in his presence.
"I was hoping to see Tina. And you as well, but I really need to see Tina first," Newt explained.
"And you couldn't have changed out of--" Percival gestured at Newt's bloody attire, "that, before you came?"
"Ah. No, I mean, yes. That is, I mean, this is why I needed to see Tina," Newt babbled, arms flailing as he tried and failed to make a point.
"Newt, breathe," Percival reminded him. "Tell me what happened from the beginning."
Percival was already imagining Newt running afoul some poachers as he was wont to do and if it wasn't Newt that was injured, then it was probably some other creature that he tried to help instead. By the amount of blood on Newt, Percival guessed that it must have passed away despite Newt's efforts. So it was entirely surprising when Newt lit up with a radiant smile.
"Margery has finally given birth!" Newt exclaimed, seemingly bouncing where he stood. "I had been standing vigil beside her for the last three days since her labor started. Her water broke about three hours ago and her vulva had swelled and elongated, you know, as they always do to make the birth easier. I was very worried when she stopped eating at the start of the week. But anyway, she pushed and pushed and eventually the legs were sticking out, and I only had to tug a bit before the whole foal was out!"
Horrified silence followed after Newt's outburst. It took even Percival a few moments to recover. "...Who's Margery? And did you just say foal?"
"Margery is the winged Abraxan that I rescued about six months ago. She was painfully thin then, but I made sure she recovered from the malnutrition, and she's normal-sized now. 'Bout the size of a common elephant, I'd say," Newt happily explained.
"Oh, I see. And the blood?" Percival asked warily.
"That was Alex, the foal. He's about the size of a normal horse, and he was stumbling around, you see? He knocked me over the tub of raw, bloody pig meat that I was keeping nearby for when Margery regained her appetite."
"You're drenched from the chest down," Percival pointed out dubiously. Newt shrugged.
"It was a large tub. Luckily I didn't break any of the single-malt whiskey that Margery preferred. Anyway, I needed to see Tina because...I might have misplaced my wand."
The last part was mumbled so lowly and if Percival wasn't concentrating on what Newt was saying, he wouldn't have understood it. As it was, he gave Newt a look of pure disbelief.
"So you... can't find your wand," Percival said flatly. Newt nodded seriously. Percival glanced at the other Aurors in the room, just in time to see them nod like Newt wasn't spouting nonsense.
"You can't find your wand, and it occurred to you that what, Tina can Accio it for you? You didn't think that you could, I don't know, take a bath and change your clothes first? Have you even tried looking inside your case before you got here?"
"Hey!" Newt protested. "I did look for it. And I guess you have a point about the bath. But I'm running on PepperUp fumes here, I've been up for more than forty hours, I'm sorry, I'm not entirely thinking straight..."
Percival's look softened, and the other Aurors who witnessed it had to do doubletakes.
"And how long have you been in the office, waiting for Tina? You didn't think to ask anyone else?" Percival said gently. "Everyone here would be willing to help you."
Percival saw his colleagues nodding in agreement in his peripheral vision. Newt looked amazed, as he always did when confronted with unexpected kindness directed towards him.
"Oh. W-Well, would you please, Percival...?" Was Newt's dazed reply. He really must be running on PepperUp fumes. Percival shook his head in exasperation, which confused Newt further. "...Is that a no?"
"Your wand is right here, Newt," Percival said, reaching out with his left hand toward Newt's ear. Newt didn't move away or protest the gesture, so Percival went ahead and plucked the wand from where it was wedged above Newt's right ear. He presented it to Newt with a relish. Newt beamed at him as though Percival had just announced that Christmas had come early.
Percival couldn't have stopped his smile even if he wanted to. He gently stroked the back of Newt's hand as he returned the wand to its rightful owner.
He found himself admiring the way Newt's freckles looked when Newt was blushing.
"Ahem, Director Graves, sir?" A voice timidly called out from outside the door. It was Picquery's secretary. "Madam President wanted to remind you that you had an appointment..."
"...At 1600. Right," Percival confirmed, regretfully moving to follow her. He stopped and turned back to Newt, knowing he could spare at least a couple more minutes. "Newt, go clean up and get some rest, okay? Now that you've finished taking care of Margaret and Alice, you should take care of yourself."
"It's Margery and Alex," Newt half-heartedly reminded him.
"Right. Margery and Alex. Now, go take a bath and get some sleep, Mr. Scamander," Percival insisted. He didn't look away until Newt nodded in agreement.
"You'll visit later, won't you?" Newt asked.
"Yes, I will," Percival promised.
"Director Graves, sir..." The secretary by the door said, looking apologetic. Graves sighed and left, already mentally thinking of ways to get his meeting finished earlier. There were two winged Abraxans that he was looking forward to meeting, and a magizoologist that would hopefully be less bloodstained when they next meet.
Re: Fill: Graves/Newt preslash, Newt misplaces his wand
(Anonymous) 2016-12-21 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Graves/Newt preslash, Newt misplaces his wand
(Anonymous) 2016-12-21 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)On Ao3
(Anonymous) 2016-12-21 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)archiveofourown.org/works/8940103