Prompt Post #1

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 ROUND 1

FUCK IT WE'LL FIGURE OUT SPECIFICS LATER

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Fill 1/?

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“Don’t interrupt the meeting, whatever you do,” Theseus had said, before leaving the study. Newt, at the time, had agreed.

Then the terrier, the one missing one of it’s ears with a nasty scar on her back leg decided to run out towards the main hall. Newt checked the clock, and saw it was only quarter to six. His father and brother were meeting with the head of the Graves family for … something at seven. Theseus hadn’t said what.

Newt quickly put his book down and ran after the shaggy dog. He’d only just gotten the dog to stop limping, and was worried the silly creature would aggravate her injury. To his surprise, Tilly had not gotten out the front door and into the fountain out front. Instead, she was lying on her back, wagging her tail as a broad shouldered, dark haired man scratched her belly. The long hair on top of his head fell off slightly to the side, covering the grey hair there, and fell slightly in front of his face. Tilly looked over at him, a guilty look spreading across her face. The man followed her gaze, then stood up. There were two men, and a woman standing behind him, all looking at Newt. The woman had one had at her hip. The man who had been petting Tilly smoothed his hair back, and Newt felt himself turning red. It occurred to him, suddenly, that these must be the people here to meet with his father.

“I - oh I’m terribly sorry. Tilly isn’t supposed to be down here - she is rather excitable you see - and - uh - I’m very sorry about this,” he said. At the sound of her name, the dog rolled over and stood up. Newt gestured towards himself, and the dog sighed and walked over to him. Mindful of her left back leg, he picked her up gently. She huffed, and buried her snout in the crook of his elbow.

The man who had been petting her watched, and Newt saw a small smile come to his face. The older man looked him up and down, then said, “No harm done. She’s a young dog,” the man paused, looking at how the dog almost melted into his arms, “have you had her long?”
Newt tried to make eye contact as Theseus was always at him to, but he saw the other men hiding smiles and suddenly felt quite foolish. He replied more to the floor than the man, “only three weeks. I found her in an ally - and she’d been hurt badly, and, well - I took her home you see, to fix her up -”

Newt cut himself off when he realized the man had come close to him. He placed his hand on Tilly’s good ear, and gave her a gentle scratch. Tilly’s tale wagged again, and she closed her eyes.

Newt met the older man’s eyes briefly, then felt himself turn bright red yet again.

“What is this fine lady’s name?” He asked quietly.

“Tilly,” Newt replied. He risked a glance at the man’s face, and saw he was looking at Newt, not the dog.

“And you name?”

“Newt - Newton Scamander. I’d shake your hand, but,” Newt looked down at the dog in his arms, then smiled.

The older man seemed very pleased with that answer, though Newt had no idea why. He stepped away from Newt, pulled a pocket watch out and sighed.

“I have a meeting to attend. You can tell me more about Tilly when we meet again,” The man said.

He looked over at his companions, then left towards the dining room. ‘He must have been here before,’ Newt thought to himself, before rushing back to his study.