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okay i just got off my hiatus but i feel like crap today so i’ll be on tomorrow to start new things and catch up on old stuff.

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salcmboy:

once credence noticed newt’s smile, he could almost feel one of his own stretching on his features. if it wasn’t for his RACING HEART  that he needed to focus on or the words he wanted to recall. it sounded practically dreamlike. while he has been promised to be TAUGHT once before, he genuinely believed the other to mean it this time. after years of only DREAMING  that the powers he possessed could be used for something good one day, after he had been so close of getting everything he ever wanted only for it to be SNATCHED right from his hands, he almost couldn’t believe it. credence could finally leave his OLD LIFE  full of pain and suffering behind to be part of the wizarding world, the one he always so desperately wanted to find a PLACE in. yet there was a tiny voice of fear, that not only questioned if all of this could actually happen to someone like HIM, someone that could only be considered a monster after what he has done, but that also wondered if other wizards would LET him join their community. he was no hero. no, the macusa sentenced him to DEATH. would that still be something they’ll hold onto even when he could actually CONTROL his powers ? ��he hoped not. credence needed to hold onto the hope that he could finally find HAPPINESS or he surely couldn’t survive. “ that – it sounds fantastic. i-i don’t even know how to THANK YOU. – - would that mean i’d also get a wand ?  ”

it was not going to be easy, he was fully aware of that. there was SO MUCH power within credence, and because of the life that he had led and the pain forced upon him, he had never had an opportunity to learn as one would normally do. channeling one’s magic was what wizards and witches attended their schools for, but this was a case that was FAR different. newt knew that he would have to begin by teaching credence how to properly control his abilities and channel them in a way that would not unleash the obscurus. he’d have to sit down and figure out just exactly how to go about the training, but he had HIGH HOPES that this would be successful. it would certainly be a first -- credence was already an anomaly, having lived far past the years that most obscurial were known to perish. newt wasn’t aware of any such occasions where one lived past there tenth birthday, and he certainly was not aware of anyone that had attempted to take one as an apprentice. newt was going to have to navigate all of this on his OWN. but he would do so, happily, for credence. “you don’t need to thank me for offering my help in this matter. it is something that i am more than willing to do because you deserve this. the magic world should have been granted to you. ah, a WAND. yes, you would be allowed one. a wizard’s wand is a very important part of them, and it helps one to channel their powers. i believe that a wand may help you to channel your abilities while not awakening the obscurus. though, no one has ever attempted to train someone with your abilities before. most do not make it after their tenth birthday. i will be honest, all of this will be NEW and i am not an expert given that this is new territory. but i am willing to do everything that i can for you. would you like to see my wand, credence?? it won’t work for you since every wand is unique, but it can give you an idea of what to expect.”

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niifflcrs:

    niffler offered a cheeky smile before batting his eyelashes, trying to make himself seem innocent. he sighed a little. “i don’t know anything about this world though, newt! i don’t know how to work to get these things!” he pouted before stepping back. niffler grinned and bounced excitedly. “yes! there’s so many but first! newt, you have to try something!”

   that was hardly something he could expect, of course. “i can offer my help in these matters. i’m not entirely certain of this time period myself, still, but i do know more about the world works than yourself.” he couldn’t help the fond smile that was forming as he watched the other bouncing. “what is it that you think i need to try??”

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noloyaltyleft:

“It is always more interesting to be living in chaos, more so than living a bland life anyways. My life was filled with kingdoms at war and people fighting for the freedom to be who they were born to be. What about you?”

    “you sound as though you’ve lived in a time period even further back than my own. quite so. that certainly sounds like it would be a chaotic time to live. oh, myself?? i tend to live more of a quiet life in the field of my work. though, i have been involved within a war before. the first world war, actually.”

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pvfftonks:

“well why not? you’re too cautious. ya just gotta have a drink yourself and then we can have fun.”

    “i’m still not really familiar with the customs of this time period, truthfully. but -- i suppose that one drink wouldn’t exactly hurt.”

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ncbeginning:

“oh, i do adore magical creatures. have you heard of the quibbler? it’s a magazine currently run by my father and i to prove the existence of certain magical creatures that people might not believe in, such as the blibbering humdinger. i’ve been on the search for on since the end of the war to prove to people that they are real.” there’s a quiet pause as she seems to realize she’s rambling before tilting her head at him. “i think it was a very brave experiment for you to do and scars are always an interesting way to start a conversation. they help you learn more about a person.”

     “i’m afraid that i am not aware of the quibbler. i imagine that it was created before my time. though, it certainly sounds like something i would be intrigued in. i’ve heard the stories of the  blibbering humdinger, though i have yet to have an encounter with one. i suppose it’s best to keep hopes that they are out there. people may not believe in something, but it hardly means that it is not real.” it was a thought that could certainly help. “oh -- thank you. i can’t say that i’ve met many who start with that in a conversation, but i have quite a few myself in various places. and it seems that i still have yet to introduce myself. my name is newt scamander.”

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gregoryxvalentine:

“Anything with alcohol is good in this place. Which is why you usually go to bars.” he said, frowning. “I’d suggest either whiskey or – bourbon for you.” he said. He was almost staring at the unfamiliar man, figuring out where people might have come from was a new sort of hobby for Valentine. He didn’t say a word though until he was almost certain he’d figured something out. “Okay I can’t think. So where you from?” 

    “ah, yes, of course.” cue the awkward, sheepish smile that made its way onto his lips. newt turned back to the bartender. “i’ll take a whiskey, please.” his head turned back to the other male, shifting in his seat to face him better. “oh, well, i’m from england. i recently took a trip here to new york, and while i was leaving i ended up in this place. what about yourself??”

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salcmboy:

unable to help himself, he raised his head to actually LOOK  at newt. he had heard the term before in passing and had a general understanding of it. something about the SECRET almost caused him to SMILE, even if he couldn’t quiet tell what it was. maybe because it brought the other to some REACHABLE level to him and not like someone he had to BOW  to. more like a genuine friend. someone to trust. “ magical creatures ?  ” credence finally found himself asking. “ i – they’ve never been mentioned  to me. are they like – animals of the wizarding world ?  ”

       oh, and wasn’t that just the magical word for newt to immediately light up, eyes brightening. it was certainly one of his favorite topics to peak about, and every change he could get, well -- he would be delighted to speak about magical creatures. it had never been a job for him. to newt, it had always been a passion. “indeed they are. see, i am a magizoologist, so this is more of my area of expertise. i’m writing a book on magical creatures so that others like us can understand that they are nothing to be afraid of. here -- let me show you.” while his suitcase was currently safe where he was staying, there was always one that never could separate from him. “pickett, do be a dear and say hello to a friend.” the bowtruckle carefully peeked out from the pocket of his jacket, peering around. newt carefully brought a hand for the small creature to climb onto, smile full of delight. “this is pickett, one of the many creatures that i take care of.”

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andyiisms:

  andy raised his brows before a smile crept on his lips. “well… if you’re interested in men, i’m sure it wouldn’t be too hard for me to show you the joys of a gay bar.”

   “i -- um.” he wasn’t entirely sure what to say, exactly. his time period hadn’t been very accepting of such matters. seeing it all -- the acceptance that people had these days ( mostly, at least ) certainly was something to give him thought. “i’ll admit i am a tad curious to see things not from my own time.”

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dragonologiist:

@magizoolcgiist.

‘ the only person i know who dresses like that is my GREAT GRANDFATHER. i’m not joking, he has the same coat and suitcase. you two could be twins. ‘

      “that is -- quite an interesting prospect.” he glanced down at his suitcase, brows furrowing. newt was certain that this suitcase was the only one like it. and though he worse more modern clothing, well, the jacket was the one thing he generally kept on. “who is your great grandfather, if i might ask.”

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andyiisms:

He gave a heavy sigh and lit a cigarette. “If I’m alive again, they could’ve at least given me more of these.” He muttered to himself before realising there was someone nearby. “Hey, excuse me? You don’t happen to know where the nearest…. Gay bar is do you?” Andy asked with a soft smile, all but whispering the word ‘gay’. 

   alive again. it wasn’t the strangest thing that newt had heard since arriving in this city. when he heard the voice directed at him, newt glanced up, eyes widening slightly. “no, i, uh -- i actually was not aware that those were a thing.”

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salcmboy:

grindelwald. he had heard the name before, had caught it when he had been barely conscious and tried to collect his STRENGTH to flee the scene of the attack. hearing the name again in connection to mr. graves, caused a quick flicker of surprise to cross his features before it resulted in SHIVERS running down his spine. even when he was painfully unaware on the whole situation, the point still remained. he wasn’t some kind of WEAPON  for newt. or just a marionette in a bigger game. the memory of the man he trusted, he considered a FRIEND still pained him immensely. the betrayal  that haunts him practically every day. when it had been hard to TRUST  people before, it felt so much harder now. yet he wanted to. credence had always had carried so much HOPE within him, even when the darkness tried to swallow him whole. maybe that played a factor on how he survived for so long. his constant REMINDERS  that there might come a day where everything would be different – and maybe that day had finally arrived. all he had to do was to trust once more, even if it sounded like the GREATEST miracle of them all right now. taking a deep breathe, he raised his head gently to look over at newt. he let the silence stretch out between them, studying him as if to wait for any signs of IMPATIENCE  or a breaking facade – before eventually nodding his head softly. “ i do trust you. ” he finally echoes, ignoring the incredible FEAR of that statement and everything it inclined alone. “ i do. ”

  newt did not expect anything easy to come from this. it was going to more than likely be one of the most difficult challenges that he had taken on, but it would be WORTH it in the end. giving someone a second chance at life was worth absolutely everything. if it left a few scars behind, so be it. ( he already had plenty as is, it would be nothing new to him ). a part of him yearned to have found credence first, far before grindelwald had decided to use him in his grand scheme of things. emotional manipulation was incredibly difficult to move past, and newt could only hope he had the capabilities to give the other a better chance in life. and truly, it was a MIRACLE that he had survived for so long. it gave way to a curiosity on how such a thing was possible when all the other obscurials had perished at such a young age. and yet, here credence stood in adulthood, still alive. the silence seemed to stretch on forever, but it when it was finally broken, a slow SMILE began to form. “i will not break your trust, credence. i can promise you that. if you would like, i’d very much enjoy taking you as my, say, apprentice of sorts. i can teach you the ins and outs of the magical world, teach you spells. this is your world, just as much as it is mine. i want nothing more than to share it with you.”

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Newt Scamander + talking to his beloved creatures

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gregoryxvalentine:

If there was one place in this town, or one thing, that made Valentine feel normal it was a bar and alcohol. Drinking to forget his sorrows but also hopefully come up with something genius to get out of the place was something he spend a lot of time doing, if he wasn’t with some of his newly found friends or trying to get laid he would be in a bar. When he heard someone next to him order water he couldn’t help but laugh a little. He turned to see who it was. “Water? Really?” he asked, leaning a bit towards the other male to make sure he could hear him. He decided he’d keep his flirting away until the other felt a bit more comfortable. 

  his head turned to the voice that had risen above the blaring music, shifting slightly in his seat. apparently it was even difficult to blend into a muggle bar -- not exactly what he had planned, but newt was nothing if not adaptable. he offered an awkward smile, shoulders lifting into a slight shrug. “i’m not quite sure what is good in this place,” he admitted after a moment, making sure his voice was raised enough to be heard over the music.

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ofhermione:

“1926? blimey, that must be a drastic change? though i always have loved learning about life back then. it all seems so glamorous and eloquent. it must be hard for you living here now then? it’s a pleasure, i’m hermione granger.” 

  “it most certainly is. things are very different from what i know, so it had been a bit of a culture shock to witness it all. ah, yes, my period is rather lovely. i enjoy it immensely, but there are things i do like about this time. it’s a bit hard. i’m not quite sure how to fit in. a pleasure to meet you.”

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noloyaltyleft:

“Has it? Well, that might be refreshing, I’m used to a much more chaotic environment. Are you bothered by a bit of chaos?” 

    “ah, are you?? i suppose one does get used to such things after a certain period of time. oh, no. i’m not bothered by it, but chaos for some reason has been following me around as of late.”

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niifflcrs:

    he shyly averted his gaze to the floor, swaying his body a little. “uh… i uh, might have stolen from people around here, yes. i can’t help it, mum! i want the shiny things! it’s not like i can go and buy them myself, i have no money!” niffler huffed, trying to defend his actions but he pouted a little. he sniffled and rubbed at his nose with the sleeve of his shirt. “thank you.” he mumbled as he nuzzled against the familiar male again. he knew that things would likely be weird and very different but he couldn’t help but feel safe with newt here again. “it’s… it’s not all bad. i’ve met some nice people too!”

    “niffler.” there was a slight sternness to the tone, but it was far too difficult to stay mad at any of his creatures for too long. “this is why you earn the money in order to have the things that you want. that is how these things work.” even if he had to be stern, newt was just pleased to have the other around. even if he was still getting used to the idea of one of his creatures being human. it was quite odd. “have you, now?? i’m very pleased to hear that. who have you all met??”