Newton Artemis Fido Scamander ★ Magizoologist
He took no offense to Arkady’s lack of introduction or sudden dismissal. The man simply had places to be and things to do, something Newt could certainly understand. But apart from his morning meeting with the Russian werewolf, the magizoologist had a rather calm and uneventful day.
After returning to the empty flat he was borrowing from muggles who were away on holiday, Newt spent the remainder of his morning caring for the magical menagerie of creatures he carried with him in his battered-up suitcase. He tucked the niffler into bed, exercised with the mooncalves, bottlefed the occamy brood, and cleaned out the empty habitat that previously housed Frank the Thunderbird. Once his animal husbandry tasks were complete and he had woken up from a much-needed afternoon nap, Newt decided to practice what he was going to say to Tina. He paced the floor, a nervous wreck, talking out loud to himself until both exhaustion and frustration took over.
“Tomorrow”, he told himself, “I’ll talk to her tomorrow.”
Having nothing else to do but wander around New York, Newt left the muggle residence to journey down to witness the success of Jacob’s new bakery. He knew he was close when the heavenly smelly of deliciously baked goods reached his nostrils and the sound of loud chit-chatty customers reached his ears.
Cautiously Newt slipped inside, making sure to not draw too much attention to himself as he melted into the crowd of people spilling out of the tiny bakery. Business was good and his friend looked happy. Newt was happy too, when he recognized the familiar shapes and figures of the baked goods, because it was enough confirmation to know that their forgotten friendship and crazy adventures were safely tucked away in Jacob’s subconscious memory.
After a bit of bribery, he was able to convince a stranger to buy a basket of random assorted goods on his behalf. The stranger only agreed so long as Newt payed for his rolls. But it was a reasonable compromise for Newt. He didn’t’ want to risk exposure to Jacob…not when he seemed so happy with how things currently were.
The rest of the evening, a few feet from the bakery, Newt sat on a stack of wooden crates with his baked goods to engage in delightful conversation with his good friend Pickett the bowtruckle. Apparently bowtruckles liked glazed cinnamon puffskein puffs pastries too. The little creature was waving his arms in excited gestures, wiggling his body to and fro as Newt watched on with a smile until he realized they were not alone.
He suddenly stood up, squinting in the darkness to see who was addressing him. Pickett quickly hide himself under the lapel of Newt’s coat.
“Me. Yes, Me.” His shoulders relaxed after recognizing the man as the one he had run into earlier that day in Central Park.
“Oh, hello. For a moment I thought you were-“ he shook his head “-never mind.”
Newt motioned to Arkady’s arm, “ How’s the uh-“
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