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Magical Office - Season 2 Episode 4: The Bet (Muggle Appreciation Part 2)

(The Office door opens, Newt and yourself happen to arrive together and without a word go to your respective desks. Milton sits at his desk, smiling contentedly as he looks over papers. Newt and yourself look at each other questioningly as the last you saw his desk, it was floating upside down on the ceiling.)

Newt: Good Morning, Milton

Milton: Morning, Salamander.

Newt: Forgive me, but you do remember our little wager, don't you?

Milton: (gives a smug smile) Oh yes, I remember it very well. The wager you believed would be my demise. Well Newt, take a look around. My desk was on the ceiling this morning and yet, somehow it’s on the ground. Care to guess how? (He leans into Newt and you and pretends to whisper loudly.) I’ll give you a hint, it wasn’t by magic.

(Newt and you look at each other and roll both your eyes. Newt gets up and looks around at Milton’s desk. The desk is truly standing upright on its own without any aid. He flicks his wand to test for any enchantments but finds none. As he continues his examination, Milton’s sly smile conveys a sense of dominance over Newt’s attempt to embarrass him. You stand up from your desk and notice something on Milton’s desk.)

Y/N: Milton… why is there a giant rock on your desk?

(Instantly, Newt and Milton look down at Milton’s desktop. A larger rock sits in the corner, a paper tent sits over it as camouflage. Newt’s confusion turns to delight as he flashes a smile your way. You smirk back, enjoying the fact that Newt isn’t telling you to mind your own business. Milton tries not to show the worry on his face.)

Newt: What’s this? A Ro- (He leans over and removes the paper tent that was hiding the rock. As he removes the paper, Newt and you slightly gasp.)

Y/N: Oh Milton, please tell me you didn’t. He’s going to kill you.

Milton: They’re just rocks, Y/N. Nothing more. The sooner he realizes that the better.

Newt: Yeah, but you know he’s not logical enough to come to that conclusion… those are his treasures. (To Milton) He’s going to kill you. (Newt says this matter-of-factly.)

Milton: (He says softly, knowing by admitting this he is in big trouble) I was going to sneak them back to him after I showed you my desk.

(Newt starts to pull out drawers and starts to remove rock after rock after rock. As he reaches the last drawer, he lifts a very large and round rock and places it on the desk. You cringe and sit back in your chair shaking your head.)

Y/N: (You throw your hands to your mouth.) You took Jerry.

Newt: (Looks at Milton with his hands on his hips) You’re a dead man.

Milton: I kept him in a drawer! He was safe! Biggles is never going to find out!

INTERVIEW WITH NEWT AND Y/N

Newt: Two years ago Biggles came to me and asked for a creature as a pet. Wanting to protect magical creatures and save them from different misadventures with Biggles, I provided him with a happy alternative, a pet rock. It’s something that can’t die, he doesn’t have to remember to feed it and it will do whatever weird stuff pops into Biggles mind without therapy. This includes such ideas as....

Y/N: Rockdonium. After Newt gave him his first pet rock, he decided to become a rock hoarder. He built them their own city, with working muggle transportation and little apartments to store them in. His pride and joy is Jerry. Jerry is… how would you describe their relationship? (You turn and look at Newt).

Newt: Creepy? Insane? Not natural?

Y/N: (You both try to hold back your smiles and laughter) Biggles treats Jerry like the child, he’s never had...or has had? Frankly, I have no idea if Biggles has ever had children.

Newt: (Shudders) Ugh… could you imagine? In any case, this is the Christmas card that he sent out to everyone in the office last year. (Newt holds up a picture of Biggles in his Christmas attire with the “Jerry” rock next to him. Biggles holds his two fingers above the rock’s top to simulate bunny ears. He smiles wide for the picture.)

Y/N: There’s just something not right about him.

Newt: Yeah I’d agree to that.

(The two of you look at each other and fits of laughter escape your lips.)

END OF INTERVIEW WITH NEWT AND Y/N

Newt: Well, I’m glad to see you passed your first challenge of not using magic. I’d have to imagine that your next challenge will be to get all these rocks out of your desk and down the hall to Biggle’s office before he comes back from his Muggle Department meeting… in… (he looks down at his imaginary watch on his wrist) oh, 5 minutes.

Y/N: I’m looking forward to this magical display of muggle power.

Newt: (He turns to you and smiles) Oh, Ms. Y/L/N, excellent pun.

Y/N: Why thank you, Mr. Scamander.

Milton: (In a state of panic and looks at the two of you, coming to a realization). What’s going on? Why are you two conspiring against me? Since when have you two agreed on anything recently?

(Newt and you look at each other, also coming to the realization that you both haven’t fought in hours.)

INTERVIEW WITH Y/N

Y/N: I don’t know what it is, but Newt has been so nice today. (You smile secretly to yourself.)

END OF INTERVIEW WITH Y/N

Newt: We’re just really rooting for you to pull this off…. Looks like you have 4 minutes left. By the way, Jerry has a bit of a weight problem, so Biggles tells me. I hope you don’t have trouble bringing him back home. (He starts to pack up his suitcase and notes in order to go care for his creatures.) Good luck my friend. (He salutes Milton as he pretends to march like a soldier down the stairs into his case.)

(Panic sets into Milton’s face as he starts frantically rounding up all the rocks out of his drawer. His desk floating slightly off the ground. You smile after Newt who has made his way down into his suitcase as you lean back in your chair and watch the entertainment before you. Milton looks at you for help. You shrug and pick up your glass of water.)

Y/N: You have 3 minutes.

(Newt and you are sitting side by side, reviewing different schedules and going over various paperwork. The two of you seem to be getting along and are able to have a conversation without one of you storming out of the room. Every once in a while you look up at Newt and smile, sometimes catching him doing the same.)

Y/N: Well, I think if you moved this to 4, you’d still have time to swing by the Occupy’s nest and make sure you’ve spent time with them. You know for motherly nurturing time.

Newt: Motherly nurturing time? (Newt says with a confused and amused voice.)

Y/N: Yeah… you sort of coo and gaga at them…

(The both of you laugh together. The sound almost shocks you both and stops abruptly.)

Newt: (sighs) I need to think of something else to do to Milton as well… That was hilarious seeing Biggles hex him this morning.

Y/N: Biggest mistake thinking to take Jerry from him. Though, I think I've come up with a pretty amazing plan, better than the opposite writing pen.

Newt: Ohh? Do tell.

Y/N: We enchant his shoes to act like dogs. He’ll have to go wherever his dog-feet want to go. It’ll drive him crazy.

Newt: He could just take them off.

Y/N: Not if we put a protection charm on them. They’d bite his fingers off before he could get them off.

(Newt’s face lights up.)

Newt: Now, that is brilliant. (He gives a short laugh and stares at you.)

Y/N: (You shrug off his compliment.) Of course, it is. I came up with it.

(Newt continues to stare at you.)

Newt: There is something different about you today. You’re smiling a lot more.

Y/N: (taken back by his potential compliment you nervously run a strand of hair behind your ear.) Thanks, I feel different. As if I’ve woken up from a long sleep…

Newt: (without thinking.) You’ve always had a pretty smile.

(The compliment lands heavy between you two. You smile even brighter as Newt stares at you. He catches a glimpse of the camera and realizes that moment was captured.)

INTERVIEW WITH NEWT

Newt: I can’t describe it, but something just feels different. I just… I don’t know. Maybe things could go back to the way they were? (He smiles sweetly at this thought and looks down at the ground shyly.)

END OF INTERVIEW WITH NEWT

(The two of you continue to smile at each other, ignoring the sound of the door opening behind you. The sound of Tina’s voice steers you both back to reality, the smile leaving both of your faces.)

Tina: Good Morning Newt, Ms. Y/L/N.

Newt: Morning. Sorry I didn’t realize you were coming to meet me before the meeting.

Tina: I was in the area with Angelica, she’s trying to sort out the mess with Milton and Biggles. I'm sure you don't know anything about that, do you?

(Newt and you carefully and slowly peer at each other and try to hold in your laughter. The attempt fails and the two of you erupt in a chorus of humorous laughter. At the sight of you two connecting, Tina looks sternly at the sight, jealousy spreading throughout her body.)

Tina: I hate to break up, whatever this is, but Newt we really must be getting to that meeting with the Minister. You know he will take up half the time asking after Piquery.

(Newt quickly looks down at the schedule the two of you have been working on.)

Newt: (to you) You do remember how to feed the Fwooper?

Y/N: (You nod excitedly) Yes! I can feed Wally.

Newt: Wally… no, we never agreed on that name.

Y/N: We didn’t have to. Wally and I talked it over and came to the conclusion ourselves.

(Newt smiles remembering fond memories of watching you interact with Wally. Tina catches this glimpse of fondness and quickly take Newt by the hand.)

Tina: Yes, thank you for sorting that, Ms. Y/L/N. We appreciate it. If you could also handle his afternoon caretaking, as we will most likely be out to lunch.

Y/N: Sure thing, madame. Anything else I can do for you?

Tina: No, I think that’s all we’ll need you for.

Y/N: Well then…if I’m not needed anymore. (Without another word you get up quickly, walking over to the suitcase and start descending the ladder before you say something you will regret.)

(Tina and Newt make their way down the ministry hallways to the auoror conference room. The two of them walk closely together. Newt walks nonchalantly, admiring the hallways art of former Ministry Magic officials. Tina is trying to keep her calm, her annoyance and frustration are plainly displayed on her face. She takes a deep breath suddenly and puts a hand on Newt’s shoulder. This quickly brings him back and he almost stubbles as he tries to stop himself from continuing.)

Newt: Is everything alright?

Tina: Yes, well… no. I mean, so what was that back there?

Newt: Back where, sorry?

Tina: With your assistant. I didn’t realize you two were getting along now?

Newt: It’s not so much getting along as working better together.

Tina: Have you talked to Minister Parkinson about firing her? I know you’ve been thinking about it.

(Newt is thrown off as he is not sure how to answer the question.)

Newt: I-I did want her fired, but recently she has been showing a real improvement in her job performance. As you can see she’s been a big help to me today.

Tina: We can always find you a better assistant. One who doesn’t cause too many distractions.

Newt: Tina, I’m sure she will be fine.

Tina: Nonsense, we can just send a memo to Parkinson. We’ll say it’s a request signed off by Piquery. (Tina can see that Newt is not going to agree with her, in desperation she takes his hands in hers. Newt looks down at their intertwined fingers, almost wishing they were someone else's hands. He looks back up at her.) At least think about it. I think it’ll be for the best.

Newt: I’ll think about it.

(Tina flicks her wand in the air, summoning an official letter to be drawn up with Newt’s stationery. It is written out requesting the immediate dismissal of Y/N Y/L/N. Tina plucks it from the air and hands it to Newt. He quickly rolls the parchment and places it in the inside of his coat pocket. Tina smiles gently at him and the two continue silently down the hall, hand in hand.)

(You carefully pet one of the mooncalves head as you allow them to eat around you. A clatter from the shed tells you that Rodger has most likely come down to see you. This enrages you and you decide to finally take the plunge. He exits the shed and saunters annoyingly over to you.)

Y/N: I just cleaned in there. I hope you didn’t make a mess.

(Rodger turns his head slowly to look back at the trailer and takes his wand out and flicks it over to the shed. Putting it away in his pocket, he looks back to you.)

Rodger: No, everything should be in tip-top shape.

(You can hear the clatter come back but this time it didn’t should chaotic but of the items meticulously finding their proper place. You pick up the Mooncalf feed and begin to make your way over to the Occamy nest. Rodger follows your cold shoulder trying to get you to converse with him.)

Rodger: What has gotten into you today? Every time I’ve tried to come and talk to you, you end up snubbing me. (As you listen to Rodger whine, you pick up a baby Occamy and cup it in your hand. He sternly stares at you as he places his hands on his hips.) Well?

Y/N: (Your shoulders drop as you turn back to him, your physicality spelling out your annoyance with his presence.) Rodger, you honestly want to know what I’ve been thinking lately?

Rodger: It’s why I’m here isn’t it?

Y/N: (You take a massive sigh, preparing for your speech you’ve been practicing over and over in your head.) I really think we need to break up.

Rodger: What? (His voice drops and becomes void of all emotion.)

Y/N: Yeah, I don’t know if this is gonna work out between us. I just feel like things are weird today and I just don’t….(You look up at him, sizing up your emotions for him). I just can’t stand to be in the same room as you. Just looking at you puts me in a really bad mood. Like I want to punch you for something you did… but I’m not sure what that something is.

Rodger: (Laughs as if in shock, he twists his torso back and forth, not sure what to say.) Did Newton say something to you again? You know he likes to try and confuse you about what happened between you two.

Y/N: No. He hasn’t said anything, in fact, he has been nothing but nice to me all day. Finally. It actually… (You smile to yourself as you look down to the Occamy in your hand. With your pointer finger, you gently slide it up and down its throat. It coos back to you in approval) was really nice to have fun with him again. (You look back up to Rodger) Why do I feel so different today? (Rodger scoffs at this question as if insulted by how easy it is.)

Rodger: Different? How so? Besides telling me you are suddenly don’t love me anymore.

Y/N: You’ve been making me these potions since Christmas and every day I’ve felt like I was in a fog, but suddenly today, I just feel so clear. (You look up at him.)

Rodger: (With this admission, he folds his arms across his chest.) When did you stop taking the potion?

Y/N: Why does it matter? I decided I’m not taking it anymore, it doesn’t help. Maybe I need to go to St. Mungos or something, I just feel run down.

Rodger: No...no. Darling, I know why you are feeling this way. You must have built up an immunity to it. It’s just not affecting you like it should anymore.

Y/N: Is that even possible?

Rodger: (laughs humorously) Of course, it’s just like anything you take after a long period of time. I just need to make it stronger.

Y/N: Stronger?

Rodger: Yes, that's all you need. Then I think you'll feel better about everything, even me.

(You look down at the Occamy in your hands looking to see if it will potentially give to the response to this proposition. When it says nothing and starts to close its eyes to sleep, you look back at Rodger. He has cared for you so far, your mine as well give it a try.)

Y/N: Yeah, okay, let's give it a whirl.

Rodger: Great love. I've got the potion in the shed, I'll just add a touch more for you.

Y/N: Right.

(With that certainty, Rodger makes his way back to the shed. Your shoulders shrug as you continue to look down at the Occamy. It screeches at you as you place it down with its siblings. You run a frustrated hand through your hair as you look at the camera. You turn back and )

INTERVIEW WITH Y/N

Y/N: I guess I should just try and make it work. It’s not like Newt’s single or anything. He probably doesn’t think about me like that or anything.

END OF INTERVIEW WITH Y/N

(Milton and Angelica enter the combined office room. It is empty and silence as they enter. Milton trips over his feet as his shoe’s bark and tries to scurry off.)

Milton: Someday… someday I’m going to jinx that Salamander to oblivion. I can’t believe that he did this to me during the Grindelwald meeting. It wasn’t even that funny.

(We go to a cutscene of Milton giving a presentation at the front of the room. Newt and Tina sit next to each other. A look of mischief appears on Newt’s face as he silently whispers a jinx. Suddenly there is barking and Milton begins to move as if he is dancing, his looks down at his shoes, they are prancing and moving about in every direction. This, in turn, makes Milton trip and stumble as he tries to remain in control of his own feet. He yells out to Newt, who in shrugs unapologetically. Milton quickly vanishes as he falls to the ground. The other Aurors in the room begin to chuckle and laugh at this childish prank.)

Angelica: I don’t see why you don’t just use magic to take them off. He’s not here.

Milton: It’s the principle of the thing, Angie. (He manages to make it over to his chair. His shoes are now trying to nip and bark at each other. Angelica comes over and waves her wand at the shoes. They instantly freeze with a quick yip and vanish, leaving behind normal shoes. Milton moves his ankles in a circular motion and sighs in relief. Angelica rolls her eyes annoyed that she had to use magic that he could have done himself.) Someday I’m going to be head Auror and I’ll fire Newt.

Angelica: Auror’s can’t fire people.

Milton: I’ll have gained great influence and someone else will do it for me.

(Milton wastes no time in conversing anymore and gets right into his work and riffles through the many papers on his desk until he reaches one of interest and begins to silently read. Angelica still stands near-by, a look of longing on her face.)

Angelica: Milton, I was rather hoping we might be able to go out this evening?

Milton: Can’t, I’ve too much work to complete.

Angelica: I’m sure it can wait. We haven’t had a proper date in months.

Milton: There will be plenty of time for dates, once I capture Grindelwald and become the greatest Auror…

Angelica: ...whoever lived. Yeah, you’ve said. I just thought maybe…

Milton: Shhh… shut up…

Angelica: Excuse me? (She looks offended.)

Milton: Shhhhh…. Don’t you hear that?

(Milton stands up quickly and looks under his desk. Suddenly a hoard of Pixies come flying out from under it and they begin to terrorize the room. Milton tries to squash them with his shoe as they shred papers on his desk and start shoving piles of files over onto the floor where their contents spill out. Angelica screams as they begin to pull her hair into the air. Milton tries to defend her, but he also starts to fight off pixies as they grab at his ears and nose.)

Milton: Screw this! IMMOBULUS! (Milton pulls out his wand from his desk drawer and stretches his arm out. The spell reaches across the room as all the pixies cease their rampage and freeze in their tracks. Angelica fixes her hair and attire as she walks over closer to Milton.)

Angelica: Where did they come from?

Milton: Two guesses who? (Milton points his wand over to the suitcase in the corner, the case is wide open and a couple pixies have managed to escape the spell by hiding inside it. Their terrible laughter can be heard from within the shed below.)

(Minister Parkinson, Milton, Newt and you all sit in the Minister’s office. The room is silent and a thick air of tension surrounds you three. Minister Parkinson sits behind his desk while Newt and yourself sit in individual seats across from him. Milton stands to the side of Parkinson’s desk, his arms folded heavily across his chest. Minister Parkinson’s hands are folded in front of his mouth and his eyes read a serious stare. You look over to your left to see Newt fuming and refusing to look at you. You have messed up big time.)

Minister Parkinson: So would someone like to explain to me how 7 different creatures managed to escape a suitcase and wreak havoc on our wonderful office?

(Newt remains silent as his eyes flash hot and angry over to you. Meekly you look back to Minister Parkinson.)

Y/N: I was down in the case today, caring for the creatures as Newt instructed and the next thing I knew, I wasn’t there and I couldn’t find Rodger.

Newt: Ugh, again with the Rodger nonsense.

(You are not sure how to take this comment as a part of you wants to lash out at him, but you know this mess is your fault.)

Y/N: I just don’t remember what happened…

Newt: You’re very good at not remembering things when it counts Ms. Y/L/N.

Y/N: (Ignoring Newt) I’m telling the truth Minister. I had every intention of closing the case once I was out, just something happened that took me away from that and I don’t know.

Minister Parkinson: Who was with you when all this happened.

Y/N: (You look nervously over at Newt.) Rodger had come down to visit me and the last I remember we were making a cup of tea in the shed. Next thing I know, I’m in the break room and I see the Nifflers running around.

(The camera pans over to Milton’s face who comes to a sudden realization and quickly runs out of the room.)

Minister Parkinson: (Notices Milton leaving and calls after him.) You can’t just run out of a meeting! This is a serious discussion, you know!

Newt: (At the mention of Rodger being anywhere near his creatures, his level of heated rage increases. He stands up and looms over you.) You brought that imbecile into the case, even though I specifically requested that you keep him out of the office, or did you forget that too?

Y/N: (You look apologetically up at him. There is an overwhelming sense of confusion washing around you and you’re not sure what to feel and how to express it. Emotionally this is all becoming too much for you. Your voice begins to waver. Minister Parkinson can see this and tries to put a hand out to comfort you.) Newt, I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am. I know one of your creatures could have been hurt, but I swear to you, I don’t remember.

Minister Parkinson: Thank you, Ms. Y/L/N. We appreciate the sentiment….while this was quite a serious infraction, I mean one of those things tried to eat Claire. She was just chilling in the thing’s mouth… we have no idea how long she’d been in there for, but luckily she doesn’t seem too bothered by it. So while this was quite serious, we are prepared to give you another chance….

Newt: No, Minister. I can’t have this anymore. (He goes into his coat pocket and removes the rolled up parchment from earlier. He quickly takes out his wand and flicks it at the piece of paper. His name appears in silver writing on the page and sends it floating over and lands in front of Minister Parkinson. Minster Parkinson picks up the paper and begins to read. Newt turns back to you.) Ms. Y/L/N, I have had enough with your inability to take responsibility for your actions. I’m afraid you're fired.

(Minister Parkinson and yourself look at Newt is shock disbelief. You look up at him and your eyes plead with him to be merciful. Newt sees this and closes his eyes for a moment to stop himself from falling for your pain.)

Y/N: Newt, please don’t be like this.

(There is an overwhelming array of different emotions filling the room. Newt takes a moment to calm his frustration, but it seems to fail him. He finally opens his eyes to the sigh of tears slowly emerging on your face.)

Newt: Please go pack your things, Ms. Y/L/N.

(Without another word you quickly get up from your seat and rush from the room to the office. Newt watches you leave as Minster Parkinson’s voice brings him back.)

Minister Parkinson: Come back. Sit. Explain.

(Newt turns back to Minister Parkinson and sits once again across from him.)

Newt: I’m tired of having an assistant I can’t trust, Minister. This isn’t the first time she’s forgotten something important and I can’t risk her putting my creature’s lives at steak again.

(The minster chuckles and stands up to walk around his desk. He walks and sits on the edge of his desk, right in front of Newt.)

Minister Parkinson: Oh Newt...Oh Newty, Newt, Newt, Newt, Newt.

Newt: Can you ever be serious for once?

Minister Parkinson: Did you see me back there? I was ridiculously serious. I’m surprised I kept a straight face when you handed me this note.

Newt: (He looks confused at the Minister.) I’m not sure what you mean by that.

Minister Parkinson: Mr. Scamander, you and I both know you don’t truly mean this.

Newt: (Sternly) Yes, I do. I can’t have unreliable people looking after my…

Minister Parkinson: Newt. She dumped you. She’s dating Rodger. I’m not sure what more you need to get over it.

Newt: (Offended.) Excuse me, Minister, not that it’s any of your business, but I am seeing Tina…

Minister Parkinson: (Holds a finger up to Newt) Don’t interrupt me Newt, it’s very rude.

Newt: I didn’t…

Minster Parkinson: Do you think I really love President Picquery?

Newt: Yes?

Minister Parkinson: Why do you say that?

Newt: (looks deadpan into the camera) You had a meeting last week saying what you love about her based on the letters in her name. You had it written out and everything.

Minister Parkinson: That’s not the point. Do you know why I’ve really taken interest in President Picquery? Cause I’m trying to get over my own heartache.

Newt: (He tilts his head in surprise.) Your ex-wife?

Minister Parkinson: Oh God no, she was a horrible cow… no, I mean Bridget. Not many people know, not even Bridge, but I truly love her. I still love her. I ruined any chance I had of getting her back, so I have to move on. I know I don’t seem it, but I’m emotionally needy Newt.

Newt: No, I never would have guessed.

Minister Parkinson: I need a distraction so I can be as professional as I can with Bridget. Likewise, you need to save this professional relationship with Y/N. You have Tina now to fill that romantic void and who knows maybe down the line, you can salvage something with Y/N. (Newt is in awe that he is getting sound advice from Minister Parkinson. He nods his head as he realizes he is right.) Now, please go tell Ms. Y/L/N that you’ve made a mistake and that she is still on as your assistant. Also, please don’t insult my intelligence again… President Picquery would never care about some lowly assistant… she is too important to deal with that.

Newt: Thank you for this, Minister Parkinson.

Minister Parkinson: I have many a hidden talent for this sort of thing. They don’t call me the Parkinson the wise for nothing.

Newt: Who call you that?

Minister Parkinson: Everyone, Newt. I just told you… now get out of my office. I have to talk to my girlfriend. (With a flick of Minister Parkinson’s wand, parchment, and a quill pen, appear out of nowhere and begin to scratch words onto the page. Newt exits and looks into the camera with a confused look on his face.)

(You sit at your desk and start to organize the objects that are enchantingly being placed into boxes. Tears drop down your face as you sniff through each silent sob. A voice behind you startles you and you wipe away the tears quickly on your handkerchief. Standing, you turn to see Newt timidly standing at the door.)

Y/N: I’ll be out of here in a second.

Newt: You weren’t planning on saying goodbye to Wally then? (Newt tries to joke to break the tension of the situation.)

Y/N: You don’t have to worry about me going near your creatures, Newt. Firing me was a good way to make that possible.

Newt: No, no. I… I came to apologize and to give you your job back.

(You look at him confused.)

Y/N: What?

(Newt strides over to you and stands close to you. The smell of fresh earth envelops your senses. It feels oddly familiar and calming. A part of you wants to reach out and touch you, but Newt beats you to the quick. He places a hand delicately on your upper arm. The physical sentiment between you almost shocks you.)

Newt: Can I ask you a question?

Y/N: Y-yes?

Newt: (Takes a deep breath) Do you remember anything about us? Do you remember anything from Christmas? (He looks at your pleading eyes). I know I’ve asked you before, I just have to hear you say it again.

Y/N: Newt, (You tread lightly on this conversation.) I’m so sorry but I don’t remember us ever being anything more than co-workers. I don’t remember…. (you suddenly realize what you are saying). I can’t remember anything.

Newt: (He looks up, trying to force the tears back. After getting his emotions in control, he looks back down at you.) Thank you. I appreciate you doing that for me. I’ve been wrong to hold this over your head. I thought if I forced myself to feel the other way for you, that I would officially move on. Instead, I’ve just hurt you. For that I’m terribly sorry, I hope you can forgive me. I’ve got Tina now and you have Rodger. I’m glad you’ve found someone.

Y/N: (Tears are now falling from your confused stare) Thank you.

Newt: (He gives your arm one last faint squeeze before he lets go. Newt blinks rapidly to void his eyes of the leftover tears.) Yes, well… I’d like to be friends if you think that’s possible.

Y/N: (You laugh at his shift in conversation.) Yes, I’d like that.

Newt: Great.

Y/N: Yes, good.

(The two of you stand in awkward silence for a moment. Newt rocks back and forth on his feet trying to think of something to say.)

Newt: Did you need help putting your stuff back?

Y/N: Well, I can just use magic.

Newt: Ms. Y/L/N if there is anything we can learn from Milton today, it’s that wizards can live without magic.

Y/N: I think you’ll be happy to learn he did end up having to use magic on the pixies that got into the office. Though it might be fun to let him think he won.

Newt: I do seem to recall a stash of Leprechaun gold I’ve picked up.

Y/N: Well I mean, a bet’s a bet, Newt.

INTERVIEW WITH Y/N

Y/N: Why can’t I remember anything about what happened at Christmas?

END OF INTERVIEW WITH Y/N

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drdanwrites · 7 years ago

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Won’t You Be My Neighbor 2 - *Newt x Theseus x Reader Series*

Hey guys! Sorry for the delay in my writing! It has been an insanely busy summer. I’m finally going to start having more times on the weekends. I hope you enjoy this next chapter! I’m now working on Magical Office. After that, I will be solely focused on requests.

The solid wooden door stands in front of you. To knock or to run away quickly, that is the question playing over and over again in your mind. Beyond the door, you can hear the quickened footsteps and muffled voices of the odd men you met in the hall the day before. There was still time to make a quick escape and lock yourself safely in your apartment. As your brain contemplates your options, your hand subconsciously takes these distractions as an opportunity and connects hard with the surface of the door. It’s resounding knock echoes throughout the hallway.

What have I done…

You look surprised at your fist, resting itself against the door. The noises beyond it stop and the panic of the unknown sets within you.

What kitchen utensil will they use to murder me? A soup spoon? A ladle, a butcher knife? If they were any sort of gentlemen, they would use the butcher knife and show some kind of mercy.

While lost in your thoughts you fail to notice the shift in footsteps leading towards the door. With a jump, the lock on the door releases and a sly and handsome face welcomes you.

“Ms. Y/L/N, we’re so happy you join us this evening… it is Ms. isn’t it?” The promise of hope lingered in the air.

Your face displays your ability to see straight through his attempt at subtlety.

“Not until my divorce is finalized.” Theseus doesn’t take notice of the joke.

“You are Theseus, correct?” Your face winces, hoping that you’ve remembered the two brothers correctly.

“One and the same.” He grins widely and wraps a welcoming arm around you and ushers you beyond the doorway. As the pair of you make your way into the hallway, you take notice of the lack of decoration and how bare the apartment seems. The two of you walk past a room, in which the door is wide open. Taking a quick peek past Theseus, you are caught off guard as you see paper zooming past the door frame and bulletin boards hanging in mid-air. You stop in your tracks and turn towards the door. Theseus looks back when he notices his arm is empty. With the speed of sound, he lunges himself at the doorknob.

“Ha. It’s a mess in there. Let’s just…”He quickly turns to slam the door shut.

“Paper was floating.” You point to the door, still trying to figure out if you are dreaming or not.

“No, it wasn’t.” He laughs obnoxiously loud trying to compensate for something.

“Yes… yes, it was.” You press.

“It. Wasn’t.” He says as he quickly ushers you down the hall and into the open plan living room. The kitchen table beside the far wall is done up with candlelight and a gorgeous array of China dishes.

“Didn’t you have a brother?” You ask as Theseus walks around and removes a bottle of wine from a bucket of ice, sitting on the windowsill. As if by cue, a large clatter erupts in the room to your left. You turn to the kitchen door as Theseus quickly puts down the bottle of wine and rushes over to the door.

“Should I help?” You ask concerned. Theseus turns in the doorway to face you while keeping the room's contents a secret.

“No, you’re a guest! We can handle it.”

“Theseus, come quick, the spaghetti has risen in revolt!” A voice shouts from the inner room. With a roll of his eyes, Theseus turns to deal with whatever Newt meant.

With Theseus gone, the room is quiet and curiosity of what you saw earlier starts to get the better of you. What could that have been? A trick of the eyes? Mechanics? You know what you saw and there had to be a logical explanation to justify it. You turn back to stare at that door, wondering if you could peer inside before Theseus returned. Another jolt of commotion breaks your trance and you make your way over to the door to offer assistance. Before you open the door you hear hushed voices.

“She’s not going to notice if I do it behind closed doors, Theseus.”

“That's not the point, Newt. The minister said to keep up a muggle appearance. If you make a perfect dinner with magic, she could suspect something.”

“Do you really expect her to be able to taste the difference between a magically cooked pasta compared to a hand boiled one? I mean, can you taste the difference?” A groan sounds from Theseus’s mouth.

“Okay… fine, I'll distract her, but the second she starts asking questions, I'm going to obliterate her.”

Panic begins to boil in your stomach.

Obliterate? They are planning on killing me.

You start to turn and silently try to make your way to the door.

“Is it something I said?” You stop dead in your tracks and turn back to a smirking Theseus.

“Oh no, sorry, I thought…I… Wow! Is that your view?” Desperately trying to distract Theseus from your attempt to escape you make your way out their open glass door and onto their balcony. You stare intently on the violet and auburn sunset watching the city’s skyline grow darker and darker in the anticipation of the impending nightfall. Footsteps slowly follow behind you as Theseus saunters over to you. He reaches around you and produces a glass of wine in his hand. You happily accept it and put it on your lips. You are more than happy to drown yourself in alcohol if it means you will get to leave this apartment alive. Theseus stands next to you and leans on the balcony, his wine glass in hand hanging over the side. He stares at the beautiful natural portrait in front of him, like an artist observes his masterpiece. A silent sigh of admiration escapes him and you look over at him.

“I’ve always wanted to be a part of this city. I mean, I could stare at this view for the rest of my days.” You admire his appreciation of the landscape and you look back at the sky to try and find the beauty in the ordinary sky.

“I guess, you’re telling me you didn’t have a view like this growing up? You look like a city boy.”

“Quite the opposite actually, we grew up in the country. Newt and my mother had a special bond with their love of animals. Me on the other hand, well I just felt like I belonged there. I’d much rather be among the hustle and bustle of it all.” The two of you are facing each other, closer now, the influence of the setting sun and the romantic skyline makes the conversation feel more intimate. “It’s good to feel like I belong, finally.” He gives you a smirk as he looks down at his feet and back at you. Your eyes lock onto each other and a moment passes between the two of you. The seconds slow down and feel more like hours. “Have you been here all your life?” He asks you.

“Yes, I’ve lived in London all my life. I have to say your perspective on its beauty is quite refreshing. I’ve never really seen it as something so marvelous. Normally it’s just boring ole foggy London town to me.”

“Ahh well, you just need a fresh perspective. Allow me.” He says and walks behind you and places his hands over your eyes. A little cautious as to what could happen to you at this moment, you place your hands over his. Suddenly he lets go and shouts, “Ta-da”.

You almost laugh out loud.

“Sorry, what am I supposed to be looking at?”

“Well, it’s London, of course. Just with a new perspective.” Turning around to face Theseus, you shake your head and laugh.

“You’re funny, Mr. Scamander.” His arms seem to fall to your side as he once again looks deep into your eyes.

“Has anyone ever told you…”

Ahem!

The sound of a third party breaks up the oddly intimate moment between strangers. Theseus and you turn and look at the doorway to see Newt standing there. He holds a wine glass himself and takes a sip at the sight of you two.

“Dinner is ready, you two.” Instinctively, you move quickly away from Theseus and over to the door passing by Newt. The dinner table that you saw before was covered with an array of appetizing dishes. You are astonished at the beauty of the meal and quickly turn back to the brothers to see them in a silent quarrel.

“Newt, are you sure you're not a chef? I can't believe how perfect everything looks. I mean it could be on the cover of a magazine! This is real food right?”

“Yeah, Newt. It looks… TOO. PERFECT. TO. BE. REAL.” Theseus says through gritted teeth.

“Ah well, I just had a great recipe. It was simple to make so elegantly, as if by...” The three of you sit down and you notice Newt staring across the table at Theseus, “...magic.” He finishes and Theseus’s face arranges itself to a stone stern stare. You chuckle and pick up your fork.

“Magic. Right.” You laugh and whirl a bit of spaghetti onto your fork. After noticing that you are the only one finding the humor in this you look up to see Newt and Theseus having a heated staring contest. Your eyes dart back and forth to see who will break first. Newt begins to shake his head slightly at Theseus, turning your head to face him, you see him delving his hand slowly into this suit pocket.

“Sorry, was it something I said?” The two chant a resounding chorus of “of course nots” and “absolutely nots”.

The three of you continue through dinner chatting and learning more about each other's pasts. Through it all, you notice Theseus is on edge whenever Newt would mention their past or stories about their lives. Even with Theseus’s strange behavior, you can’t help but be drawn to Newt’s enthusiasm for his job and his stories about their past. By the time you look down at your watch, you realize dinner had been over for hours and that most of the meal had become cold.

“Wow! Is that really the time? I can’t believe I’ve stayed this long.” As you stayed up Newt quickly brought the napkin up from his lap and wiped his mouth with lightning speed. At the same time, he made a move and got up from his seat.

"Allow me to walk you out." He stands quickly behind your chair and helps you move the chair as you stand. "Oh, wow. Thank you, Newt." You notice Theseus's odd stare as he acts the opposite of Newt and wipes his mouth with at a turtle's pace. As Newt hovers behind you, you extend a hand out to Theseus. He stands and takes it, encapsulating your hand in between both of his. "Thank you so much for coming." He charmingly smiles at you. "We hope to see you around soon." "Well, good chance of that. What, with me living next door and all." He chuckles an "oh yes." and you turn to Newt and the two of you make your way to the door. As you both make your way to the hallway, you try to slow down your pace enough so you can take another look towards that mysterious room. Was your eyes just playing games, or was there something mystical about these two brothers. Something still didn't seem right about them. Your premonitions seem confirmed when you realize Newt is almost pushing you out the door. Once at the door, Newt quickly opens it and ushers you outside its perimeter.

"Well, thank you for coming. It was a very pleasant evening." The words barely leave his mouth before he shuts the door in your face. Blinking fast to make sure you didn't miss anything, you stare at the door that hours ago you were apprehensive about opening.

“Really Newt? You couldn’t have made it a little more clumsy looking? You’re clumsy with everything else in your life, but the one time we need it… perfection.” Theseus sits on the balcony, defensively rising to greet Newt as he walks outside.

“Me? You’re the one who wanted to invite a muggle to dinner? What was I supposed to do? Feed her slop? I was making it so I wanted it to look nice.” Newt makes his way to the balcony edge and sits on top of it. “How about next time you make the dinner and I get to flirt with the pretty muggle next door.” Newt scoffs with an annoyed look at Theseus.

“Oh I see, you’re jealous..”

“I’m not jealous… I don’t want to have to obliterate her. You’re the one who decided to invite her over and instill a relationship. We could have just as easily ignored her all together and got on with our mission.” Newt jumps down and paces by the door.

“Oh come on Newt, as long as we’re careful, we can be… neighborly.” Theseus stands up and puts an arm around his brother’s shoulders. “Listen, next time we invite a muggle to dinner, I’ll cook and you can… show her one of your pets.”

“They're not pets Theseus… we’ve talked about this.” As the two brothers make their way back into their apartment, you can hear their door latch from your window and their conversation end.

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