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The Staffordshire Spell


1. Spilled Coffee (Cont)


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“Oh hi. Forget something?“ Newt says with a small smile. Tina nods, replying, "I forgot my bags.”


“Oh right.” Newt says realizing how stupid he was to give her bags back. He lets her in once more and shuts the door before saying he’ll be back in a moment.


He shoots into the kitchen and picks up the forgotten shopping bags. Then returns and hands it to her.


“Here we go.” Newt says finding Tina gazing at his platypus companion, Niffler.


“Oh I see you have met Niffler.” Newt says, suddenly finding it odd she wasn’t looking at the creature in disgust or giving Newt a mean look.


Tina looks at Newt and smiles as she says, “I can’t believe you have a platypus.”


“Yes-er-well.” Newt stutters, scratching his neck nervously. “Niffler isn’t really mine. I am just looking after him for the moment as his habitat is being built back in Peak Wildlife Park.”


Tina raises an eyebrow at Newt as he adds on, almost trying to back up his explanation, “No, honest. I am speaking the truth. I used to be a Zoologist, hence why my shop only sells zoology or marine life books. Though I don’t work with animals no more I will step in if zoos or institutes contact me for emergencies or support.”


Tina nods, believing him before accepting her bags from his hands. “Thanks. Well…”


They stand in that corridor – in that small space. Second time saying goodbye. A strange feeling of intimacy. Newt is frozen solid when she leans forward and she kisses his cheek. Total silence. A real sense of the strangeness of those lips, those famous lips on his cheek.


Instead of asking why she kissed him Newt blurts out, “I apologize for the ‘surreal but nice’ comment. Disaster…”


Tina smiles before softly speaking, “Don’t worry about it. I thought the apricot and honey business was the real low-point.”


Tina sighs. “Probably best not tell anyone about this.” Newt feels a sudden sense of disappointment that his time with her is over, forever. But he shouldn’t have hoped for anything more. “Right. No one. I mean, I’ll tell myself sometimes but… don’t worry – I won’t believe it.” Newt says awkwardly.


She smiles before putting her shades back on. “Bye.”


With that she leaves, with just a touch of Newt’s hand. Newt stands there, stupidly, gazing as her figure disappears down the street. All unnoticed by the civilians passing by. Newt touches the spot where Tina had kissed him and smiles sadly.


One in a lifetime opportunity indeed.


Newt closes the door and makes his way back to work, making a mental note to invite Bunty to some coffee some other time.


Later that night both Newt and Credence are on the couch, all the lights are off. Once a week they have a video fest and tonight was this week’s. They were watching, what Credence calls, 'an absolute classic’.


The only light source was the light from the TV playing on their faces. Playing on the TV full screen is Tina… She is in a stylish Woody Allen type modern romantic comedy, 'Gramercy Park,’ in black and white.


The scene is inside Manhattan Art Gallery, Tina’s character – Anna Scott – is walking around the gallery with her famous co-star, Hugh Grant who plays William Thacker. They should be the perfect couple, but there is tension. Anna - Tina - is not happy.


“Smile.” Hugh - William - pleads at Tina - er - Anna.


“No.” she replies annoyed as they walk around the gallery.


“Smile.” he pleads softly as she glares at him. “I’ve got nothing to smile about.” she shoots back as she huffs and walks towards the bench in the middle of the room. Hugh - William runs after her and takes a seat next to her. She looks away and crosses her arms.


“Okay in about seven seconds, I’m going to ask you to marry me.” Hugh - William says and after a couple of seconds – wow – she smiles. He smiles and they both begin to laugh at their childish behavior moments earlier.


Credence smiles as he blurts out, “Wow… imagine – somewhere in the world there’s a man who’s allowed to kiss her and see that smile in real life.” He whistles and claps at the movie.


“Yes, she is fairly divine.” Newt whispers as he plays with his glasses and continues watching Tina’s gorgeous smile.


The next day. Newt and Bunty are quietly co-existing when an annoying customer enters, Ms. Umbridge.


“Do you have any books by Dickens?” she asks in a commanding tone. Newt sighs. “No, I’m afraid not. We’re a zoology bookshop. We only sell zoology, marine life, and perhaps a few mythology creature books.


"Oh right. How about that new John Grisham thriller?” she continues making Newt want to smack his forehead.


“No, that’s a novel too.” he replies calmly.


“Oh right. Have you got a copy of 'Winnie the Pooh’?” she asks raising an eyebrow at him. Newt opens his mouth to answer but pauses.


“Bunty – your customer.” Newt says loudly before Bunty’s head pops out from the next book aisle and asks, with a sweet smile, “Can I help you madam?” Newt leaves them, not wanting to deal with the costumer. He walks towards the entrance of the shop.


He begins sorting some books in order before looking up. At that moment the entire shop’s window is suddenly taken up by the huge side of a tour bus, obscuring the light – and entirely covered with a portrait of Tina – from her new film, 'Alien: Covenant.’


Newt smiles.

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The Staffordshire Spell


1. Spilled Coffee

The actress moves with grace as she proceeds to walk up the stairs and accept her Emmy. The audience clap and cheer as she smiles softly at them. The scene then unfolds to her walking down the red carpet, after the award ceremony and her red dress helping her stand out from all the other celebrities.


“Exquisite footage of Tina Goldstein– the great movie star of our time – an ideal – the perfect star and woman – her life full of glamour and sophistication and mystery.” Newt mutters to himself as stops looking at the shop’s teli (television) and continues on his way.


We follow him as he walks down Manor Drive Road, carrying a brown briefcase in one hand. It is spring.


“Of course, I’ve seen her films and always thought she was, well, fabulous – but, you know, million miles from the world I live in. Which is here – Staffordshire – not a bad place to be…” Newt tells himself, exciting Manor Drive Road and entering Burton Market Hall.


“It’s a full fruit market day.” Newt thinks to himself, observing the countless of people swarming in both the inside market hall and outdoor market.


“There’s the Outdoor Market on Market Place, Burton. Open on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Selling every fruit and vegetable known to man…” Newt points out, as he studies the cabbages when he walks beside the veggie stands.


Existing the market hall Newt notices a man in denims walking out of the tattoo studio. Newt shakes his head solemnly. “The tattoo parlour – with a guy outside who got drunk and now can’t remember why he chose ‘I Love Ken’…” The man looks at his arm and has a confused face, and frowns, as if he were experiencing a headache.


Newt continues walking and passes the hair salon. “Ah, the racial hair-dressers where

everyone comes out looking like the Cookie Monster, whether they like it or not…” Newt teases and sure enough, a girl exits the salon with a huge threaded blue bouffant. Newt coughs back a laugh and walks quickly.


Before he knows it, it’s Saturday and the Weekend Antique Market is in full swing. Newt smiles softly at the smiles of the tourists and locals, all shopping. “Then suddenly it’s the weekend, and from break of day, hundreds of stalls appears out of nowhere, filling Burton upon Trent with a frantic crowd in the market… and thousands of people buy millions of antiques, some genuine…” Newt thinks, walking down the stands, studying the antiques.


His eyes settles on a stall selling beautiful stained glass windows of various sizes, some featuring biblical scenes and saints. “… and some not so genuine.” Newt thinks, frowning a bit.


As Newt continues his walk, he passes by a familiar door. He smiles proudly. “And what’s great is that lots of friends have ended up in this part of the United Kingdom – that’s Jacob, soldier turned baker from New York, who recently invested all the money he ever earned in a new bakery…”


Newt waves at Jacob as he’s proudly setting out a board outside his bakery, the sign stating; Today’s Special is Pumpkin Juice and macaroons! Jacob waves back at Newt with a huge smile.


“So this is where I spend my days and years – in this small village in the middle of the U.K – in a house with a Robin egg blue color door that I bought after best friend left me for a man who looked like Callum Turner back in London. That man being my older brother…” Newt thought to himself before he arrived outside his blue-doored house just off Peel’s Cut.


“… and where I now lead a strange half-life with a lodger called…” Newt shuffles his keys back in his pocket as he yells, entering the house, “Credence!” Newt walks towards the large kettle in the house.


The house has far too many things in it. House plants, some dishes scattered, and a few clothes on the floor. Definitely two-bachelor flat.


Credence appears. An unusual looking fellow. He has his black hair in an unusual haircut, and an unusual Welsh accent: very white, as though his flesh has never seen the sun. He wears only shorts.


Credence smiles at Newt. “Even he. Hey, you couldn’t help me with an incredibly important decision, could you?”


Newt smiles crouching down and puts on his gloves before he begins petting his temporary companion platypus, named Niffler. “This is important in comparison to, let’s say, whether they should cancel third world debt?” he asks looking at Credence.


Credence nods, snapping his fingers happily. “That’s right – I’m at last going out on a date with the great Nagini and I just want to be sure I’ve picked the right t-shirt.”


Newt closes the kettle and nods at Credence. “Alright then. What are the choices?”


Credence smirks proudly. “Well… wait for it…” He pulls on a t-shirt and shows Newt. “First there’s this one…”


The t-shirt is white with a horrible looking plastic alien coming out of it, jaws open, blood everywhere. It says 'Avada Kedavra.’


Newt stays silent. Just eyeing the shirt. He smiled awkwardly as he stutters, “Yes – might make it hard to strike a really romantic note.


Credence hums as he thinks. Nodding, he replies, "Point taken.” He heads back up the stairs… and talks as he changes. “I suspect you’ll prefer the next one.” Newt smiles, intrigued at the next shirt Credence will show him.


He re-enters in a white t-shirt, with a large arrow, pointing down to his flies, saying, 'Get It Here.’ Credence has a huge smile as he says smugly, “Cool, huh?”


Newt laughs softly before answering awkwardly, “Yes – she might think you don’t have true love on your mind.”


Credence nods, taking Newt’s advice. “You are right. Wouldn’t want that…” he says and back up he goes up the stairs. “Okay – just one more.” Newt hears him speak loudly.


He comes down wearing the last shirt. The shirt has lots of hearts, saying, 'You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.’ Newt smiles approvingly.


“Well, yes, that’s perfect. Well done.” Newt says, holding a thumps up. Credence laughs happily. “Thanks. Great! Wish me luck!” Credence says.


Newt salutes him with two fingers, “Good luck.”


Credence turns and walks upstairs proudly. As he does so, revealing that on the back of the t-shirt, also printed in big letters, is written 'Fancy a fuck?’


Newt chokes back a laugh before turning around, shaking his head. He puts on his long blue coat.


Newt then walks up towards a house plant and picks up his pet Phasmid. A green stick insect, whose name is Pickett. He grabs him on his hand and gets his brown brief case with his other hand. “Come along now.” Newt tells Pickett as he opens the door and yells a farewell to Credence.


And so it was just another hopeless Saturday, as Newt sets off through the market to work, little suspecting that this was the day which would change his life forever. As Newt walks down the busy street a woman, with short dark hair and a dark long coat, dashes pass him. She covers half her face with her coat and Newt just gives her an odd look.


Finally he arrives. In front of a small corner bookshop. This is work, by the way, Newt’s little Zoology book shop…


A few years ago he was a Zoologist at the London Zoo but now he owns his own Zoology bookstore. The reason being was because after his best friend left him he was devastated. Being in London hurt so much he moved far away and kept close to himself. When the opportunity presented itself, a small bookstore just a few houses down his home was perfect.


Thus why a small unpretentious shop… named 'Magical Creature Books’ was in the street. The book shop, well, sells creature books – and, to be frank with you, doesn’t always sell many of those. Newt enters and sets Pickett down on the shop’s bonsai tree. He studies his small shop. It is slightly chaotic, bookshelves everywhere, with little secret bits round corners with even more books.


Bunty, Newt’s sole employee, is waiting enthusiastically. She is very keen, an uncrushable optimist. Perhaps without cause. She’s a pretty small young woman with frizzy blonde locks and a sweet smile. Like Newt, she has a passion for zoology as well.


A few seconds later, after Newt has hung his blue coat, he stands gloomily behind the main desk.


“Classic. Absolutely classic. Profit from major sales push – minus 347?” Newt mutters, punching in numbers on the calculator. Bunty frowns sadly at her boss’s sad state. “Shall I go get a butter-beer? Ease the pain.” Bunty suggest with a small smile. Newt smiles back.


“Yes, better get me a half. All I can afford.” Newt sadly jokes as Bunty shakes her head with a soft laugh. “I get your logic. Butter-beer coming up.” She salutes and bolts out the door. As she does, a woman walks in. Newt only catches a glimpse of her.


He continues working before he looks up casually and finally he sees her. His reaction is hard to read as he awes the woman. It’s the same woman who dashed past him earlier. She takes off her shades and places them on her head. After a pause… Newt breaths calmly.


“Can I help you?” Newt asks, a bit nervously.


The woman who just entered is none other than Tina Goldstein, the biggest movie star in the world– here – in his shop. The most subtle woman on earth in his opinion. Newt is speechless. This cannot be happening. How? Why? In his shop? When she speaks she is very self-assured and self - contained.


“No, thanks. I’ll just look around.” Tina replies softly, her eyes with a spark of hesitant. Newt nods, “Alright then.” He watches as she wanders around and picks out a small book on the coffee table.


Newt doesn’t know how or why he did it but as Tina proceeds to open the book and skim through it, he can’t help but blurt out, “That book’s really not good-”


Tina stops and raises an eyebrow at him. Newt flushes awkwardly as he stammers, “J-Just in case, you…you know, boring turned to buying. You’d be wasting your money.” He curses at himself for acting like such a fool.


“Really?” asks Tina, slightly finding Newt’s red face amusing.


“Yes.” Newt flushes before embarrassing himself more by adding, “This one though is… very good.” He picks up a book on the counter.


“I think the man who wrote it has actually studied Komodo dragons, which helps. There’s also a very amusing incident with its hatchlings.” Newt stutters out, scratching his back neck nervously.


Tina just stares at him before she replies, “Thanks. I’ll think about it.” Before he can apologize for acting like a fool Newt suddenly spies something odd on the small TV monitor beside him.


He gives Tina an apologetic look as he mumbles, “If you could just give me a second.” Newt then walks out of his main desk. Tina’s eyes follow him as he moves toward the back of the shop and approaches a man in slightly ill-fitting clothes. She studies at how he’ll approach the situation.


“Excuse me.” Newt begins, a bit nervous. The man raises an eyebrow at Newt. “Yes?” he asks, giving Newt an odd look. Newt winces, knowing this won’t be easy. “Bad news.” Newt begins.


“What?” the man asks in an annoyed tone. “We’ve got a security camera in this bit of the shop.” Newt says. The man tries to keep it cool as he shoots back a, “So?”


Newt crosses his arms, trying to act a bit confident. “So, I saw you put that book down your trousers.” The man just stares at him.


“What book?” he challenges. Newt sighs. “The one down your trousers.” he adds embarrassed.


“I haven’t got a book down my trousers.” the man snaps to which Newt’s ears turn red. “Right – well, then we have something of an impasse. I tell you what – I’ll call the police – and, what can I say? Er – If I’m wrong about the whole book-down-the-trousers scenario, I sincerely apologize.” Newt offers to which the man stays silent for a moment.


“Okay – what if I did have a book down my trousers?” asks the man to which Newt replies, “Well, ideally, when I went back to the desk, you’d remove the Mythologies of Basilisk Snakes from your trousers, and either wipe it and put it back, or buy it. See you in a sec.” Newt says before returning to his desk. In the monitor Newt glimpse, seeing the book coming out of the trousers and put back on the shelves.


The man drifts out towards the door. Tina who has observed all this, is looking at the book on the counter, the one Newt suggested.


“Sorry about that…” Newt apologies to Tina as she walks up to the cash register and places the book she was skimming through.


“No, that’s fine. I was going to steal one myself but now I’ve changed my mind.” she lightly teases before seeing how the book she was about to purchase had a signature. “Signed by the author, I see.” she points out to which Newt replies with a soft laugh, “Yes, we couldn’t stop him. If you can find an unsigned copy, it’s worth an absolute fortune. That’s Gilderoy Lockhart for you.”


Tina gives him a small nervous smile.  Suddenly the thief man is there, standing right beside Tina.


“Excuse me.” he begins. Tina looks at him. “Yes?” she answers. “Can I have your autograph?” he asks, making Tina look a bit uncomfortable before nodding. He gives her a piece of paper and pen and she gets it.


“What’s your name?” Tina asks him boldly. “Tom.” the young man replies to which Tina nods. She signs his scruffy piece of paper and gives it to him. He tries to read it before asking, “What does it say?”


“Well, that’s the signature – and above, it says 'Dear Tom – you belong in Azkaban.’ ” Tina says without missing a beat.


“Nice one. Would you like my phone number?” Tom asks to which Tina smiles and acts as if she’s thinking deeply. “Tempting…” she begins breaking out of her thoughts, “but… no, thank you.”


The man, Tom, then leaves, leaving Newt and Tina alone.


“I apologize about that.” Newt begins, making Tina shake her head and hold her hand out to stop him from apologizing.


She hands Newt a twenty euros note and the book he said was rubbish. He talks as he handles the transaction. “Oh – right – on second thoughts maybe it wasn’t that bad.  Actually – it’s a sort of masterpiece really. None of those childish mythology stories you get in so many books these days.” Newt word vomits out nervously as she looks at him with a slight smile.


He gives her the book she just purchased with a small smile. “Thanks.” Tina says and walks out the shop quietly. And leaves. She’s out of his life forever.


Newt leans on his desk, a little dazed. Seconds later Bunty comes back in, with two butter-beers at hand.


She gives Newt his. “Thanks. I don’t think you’ll believe who was just in here.” Bunty’s face breaks out with a shock expression as she asks, “Who? Was it someone famous?”


But Newt’s innate natural English discretion takes over. He knows better than to expose Tina’s whereabouts.


“No. No-one – no-one.” Newt replies causing Bunty to frown. They set about drinking their butter-beers.


“It be exciting if someone famous did come into the shop though, wouldn’t it? Do you know – this is pretty incredible actually – I once saw Grindelwald. Or at least I think it was Grindelwald. It might have been that broke from 'Pirates of The Caribbean,’ John.”


“Johnny.” Newt corrects Bunty as she snaps her fingers. “That’s right – Johnny.” Bunty repeats the name with a smile.


“But Johnny Depp doesn’t look anything like Grindelwald.” says Newt as he finishes his butter-beer.


“No, well… he was quite a long way away.” Bunty points out. “So it could have been neither of them?”


“I suppose so.” Bunty says slowly. “Right. It’s not a classic anecdotes, is it?” asks Newt. “Not classic, no.” she says.


Bunty shakes his head. Newt takes her empty butter-beer cup and throws it in the garbage can, along his.


“Right – want another one?” Newt asks her to which she nods. “Yes. No, wait – let’s go crazy – I’ll have an ice coffee.”


Newt groans but obeys her order. And so be it, Newt sets off to the only place in the street that makes coffee; Jacob’s bakery.


Entering the bakery Jacob pulls him into a hug and decides to catch up on their morning. Newt desperately desires to tell Jacob about Tina but in the end, decides to not. Jacob gives Newt two ice coffees and teases him about finally acting like an American. Newt rolls his eyes as he collects his coffee.


He swings out of Jacob’s bakery, biding him a farewell and as he turns the corner of the road he accidentally bumps straight into someone.


That someone being Tina! The cold coffees, in its paper cups, fly out of Newt’s grasps, soaking Tina.


“Oh Mercy Lewis!” Tina gasps as her white button shirt is soaked in black coffee. She tightens her hands on her brown bags.


“Oh I am so so sorry. I really do apologize!” Newt stutters as he tries helping Tina.


“Here, let me help.” Newt offers as he grabs the paper napkins that came with the coffees and tries to clean the soaked coffee off – getting far too near her breasts in the panic of it…


Tina jumps back as she snaps, “What are you doing?!” Newt jumps back, realizing his stupid mistake.


“Nothing, nothing… I swear! Look, uh..I live just over the street. Uh… you could get cleaned up.” he offers awkwardly as she glares at him.


“No thank you. I need to get my car back.” Tina replies, trying to wipe the coffee out of her shirt.


“I also have a phone.” Newt mumbles. “I’m confident that in five minutes we can have you

spick and span and back on the street again… in the non-prostitute sense obviously.”


In his diffident way, he is confident, despite her being genuinely annoyed. She sighs before she turns and looks at him.


“Okay.  So what does 'just over the street’ mean – give it to me in yards.” Tina orders, placing her hand on her forehead, as if she were experiencing a headache.


“Eighteen yards.” Newt automatically replies, surprising himself. He points to his house’s blue door. “That’s my house there. The one with the Robin egg blue color door.”


Tina’s eyes follow his finger and she sees that he doesn’t lie – it is eighteen yards away.  She looks down, debating if she should allow him to escort her or not.


She looks up at Newt and nods softly. He nods and together they walk towards Newt’s house.


They pass by many people but no one seems to recognize Tina. She is once again, hiding her face with her black coat and shades.


They both enter Newt’s house and stand in the corridor. She carries a few stylish bags. She gives Newt an uncertain look.


“Come on in. I’ll just…” he begins and walks in further – it’s a mess. He kicks some old shoes

under the stairs, picks up Pickett’s scattered food and hides a plate of Credence’s breakfast in a cupboard. Tina enters the kitchen slowly.


“It’s not that tidy, I fear.” Newt apologizes, as he stands nervously.


Tina doesn’t seem to mind and realizing why she’s in his house in the first place, he guides her up the stairs, after taking the bag of books from her and settling them down the stairs. On top of a small coffee table.


“The bathroom is right at the top of the stairs and there’s a phone on the desk up there.” Newt tells Tina as he tries gesturing with his hand where the bathroom is. Tina nods and she heads upstairs.


The second Newt hears the bathroom door close he enters the kitchen and goes mad. He’s tidying up frantically; from throwing dishes in the sink, to wiping the long wooden table clean, and sweeping. Then he hears Tina’s movement on the stairs. Newt stops and sees as she walks down, wearing a new set of white jeans and a blue silk shirt beneath her black coat. Newt is utterly dazzled by the sight of her.


“Would you like a cup of tea before you go?” Newt asks, trying to cut the awkward silence.


“No thanks.” Tina replies.


“Pumpkin Juice?”


“No.”


“What about coffee – oh- er-probably not.” Newt says as he moves to his very empty fridge – and offers its only contents. “Something else cold – soda, water, some disgusting sugary drink pretending to have something to do with fruits of the forest?” he offers as Tina stares at him.


“Really, no.” she insists.


“Would you like something to nibble – apricots, soaked in honey – quite why, no one knows – because it stops them tasting of apricots, and make them taste like honey, and if you wanted honey, you’d just buy honey, instead of apricots, but nevertheless – um – they’re yours if you want them.” Newt stutters holding the glass jar of apricots soaked in honey.


“No.” Tina answers, as she observes Newt make a fool out of himself.


There is a moment of silence before Newt, stupidly but boldly asks, “Do you always say 'no’ to everything?”


There is a pause. Frankly because Tina did not expect Newt to ask her a question so… striking. She looks at him deep and cocks her head to a side before replying softly, “No.”


There is silence again but it’s not awkward. It’s a moment of peace before Tina breaks it, saying, “I better be going.  Thanks for your help.”


“You’re welcome and, may I also say… heavenly.” Newt says as he closes the fridge door, leading Tina back to the corridor, “It has taken a lot to get this out loud.  He is not a smooth - talking man.” Newt takes a deep breath before says daring, “Take my one chance to say it. After you’ve read that terrible book, you’re certainly not going to be coming back to the shop.”


Tina looks at him and smiles. She’s cool and well amused at his opinion for that book she bought.


“Thank you.”


Newt looks down nervously, “Yes. Well. My pleasure.”


He guides her towards the house’s blue door. “Nice to meet you. Surreal but nice.” Newt reveals causing Tina to silently laugh. In a slightly awkward moment, he shows her out the door. She gives him a nod before stepping out. He closes the door and shakes his head in wonder. Then slaps his forehead as he mutters, “ 'Surreal but nice.’ What was I thinking?”


He  shakes his head again in horror and wanders back along the corridor in silence.  There’s a knock on the door. He moves back, speaking up, “Coming.”


He opens the door and is surprised. It’s her.

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Secret of the Darkened Seas

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Welcome to Chapter 3! I want to say thank you Olivia ( @asunshinepuff​ ) who is my best friend and co-author, for inviting me to create this wonderful story with her! This chapter contains many original characters created by Olivia and myself. 

This chapter holds many new faces to join us in our mermaid adventure! All credit for creation goes to each other for our respective characters because we have both spent a lot of time creating our ocs and I would dare to take credit for any of Olivia’s characters. 

Small warning, there is a minor character death. 

As always these chapters contain hidden mermaid lore included within this storyline. They will be explained overtime so don’t worry. The lore from the different types of merfolk will be taken from the book “The Secret World of Mermaids” by Francine Rose. We are not taking credit for her work. 

Now without further adieu! 

Chapter 3: A Sea of Fireworks

Three years passed as The Dragon’s Pearl sailed the seven seas. There had been many fierce battles and grand adventures as Remus learned the ways of the sword from both Captain Hua and First mate Sandoval. During the past few years, Remus found a particular fondness for literature that grew further than when he was younger. Along the way there have been many new companions to join the shipmates, and the secrets of a certain young man were revealed. A year on his own at sea taught Remus many things, but he couldn’t help but miss the company of those upon The Dragons’ Pearl. Now at seventeen years old, the once young boy has grown into a fine young man. 

Under the sea, there was a mythical creature with bright shimmering amber scales, varying in shades of accent tones from the top of his tail, to his fluke. The moonlight breached the surface of the darkened sea, the light reflected off of his amber eyes, as if they began to shine and glow under the moon’s pale beauty. The mer turned down before his arms moved forwards as he dived down deeper into the sea. The deeper he went, the darker it became. As he reached the sea floor, he swam at a leisurely pace, brushing a clawed hand against the sea grass. Looking up, the sea grass became littered with life, crabs, small, fish, seahorses, an octopus, and coral. He chuckled to himself as the fish scattered when he swam near them, a green sea turtle by his side seemed to follow him, wherever he went. It had felt too long since he had last been in the sea. 

The merman’s head turned sharply upwards as he picked up the sound of a muffled screeching noise coming from the surface. Then a muted bang before a flash of scattered gold light. With a strong flick of his tail, the floor beneath him vanished from sight as he neared the surface. 

Breaching from the water, he looks up to the familiar ship with concern, “Opal! What’s happening?!” He yells up to the deck. 

In an instant, a tall beautiful Greek woman, around the age of twenty-three, with long light brown hair, hazel green eyes, lightly tanned skin peered over the railing of the deck to respond. She was dressed in a sea blue off the shoulder long sleeved shirt that was tucked into her light brown pants, with a black corset vest on top, and black boots. At her hip was a wide sword with a dark blue sheathe, and it’s hilt had the detailing of a trident. “Min-Jun received a letter! We have to make port in Portland! The Blacks and Greyback have been spotted off the coast of Dorset!” She lowers the rope ladder and opens the small gate, “Get your tail up here!”

Remus catches the ladder with ease and pulls himself up onto it, “What’s the sudden hurry? We’re currently off the coast of Dorset ourselves.” He comments, looking back up to his friend. 

“Quinn’s family lives in Portland, and he thinks they’ll be going after them!” Opal replies, tossing down a blanket for Remus to dry his scales with.

Remus winces as the blanket lands upon his head, frowning as it blocks his view. Pulling the soft cloth from his head, he sets to work on drying himself and his scales, “But why would they go after his family?” He yells out. 

Opal pauses, a somber look upon her face as she watches Remus make his way up the rope ladder with his two legs, scales now nowhere to be seen. She shakes her head as he reaches the deck, “I don’t know. But I think something’s wrong.”

Two quarters of an hour pass with The Dragon’s Pearl sailing at full speed to Portland. The sea seemed to be at their side that night, the sound of cannon fire reached the members of the crew. The lifeboats were lowered with First mate Sandoval and Remus inside one of the boats. 

Remus’ eyes widened when he saw the pitch black sails of The Ophiuchus which could barely be seen from a distance. The ship’s colors had a black flag with a white skull with a snake coming out of an eye socket. The Blacks. The ancient pirate ship passed down from generation to generation of Blacks. Rumors and tales continuously traveled from sailors aboard many ships about the family, the ship gaining the nickname of Grimmauld amongst the gossiping sailors. Remus had heard many tales himself in the past. The Blacks were ruthless in their pliage for gold, leaving no survivors. There were tales of The Ophiuchus battling The Dragon’s Pearl when Captain Orion Black attempted to steal the other Captain’s ship. Although Captain Hua was young, he forced the Blacks to flee when their ship suffered too much damage. The Captain of The Dragon’s Pearl had given them a warning years ago that should he ever see them again, he would kill the Captain of The Ophiuchus.              

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Secrets of the Darkened Seas

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🧜🏻‍♀️ Hello! Welcome to chapter three! Please please please give a like and follow to my co-author and best friend Luna ( @epithymiahua​ ) because this story would not be where it’s at without her help! We post these chapters at the same time on both of our blogs. She’s incredible and deserves so much credit for working on this alongside me cause she works so hard. And I feel horrible that she isn’t getting the credit deserves.

Especially since this chapter includes some of her own ocs in addition to my own! There’s a lot of new faces to join us! All credit for creation goes to each other for our respective characters because we’ve both worked so hard to create our ocs and I wouldn’t dare want to take credit away from her.

As always, a reminder that there is some lore included within this, however it will be explained overtime so no worries. There’s no mention of lore for right now. The Included lore on different types of merfolk will be taken from the book “The Secret World of Mermaids” by Francine Rose. We will not take credit for it’s writing. It’s a childhood book of mine which I adore dearly and sincerely think you should all check out!

Also! Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list so that you don’t miss a new chapter!

Anyways, that’s about it. I hope you enjoy! 🧜🏻‍♀️

Small warning at the start here, there is a minor character death included in this chapter.

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Chapter 3: A Sea of Fireworks

Three years passed as The Dragon’s Pearl sailed the seven seas. There had been many fierce battles and grand adventures as Remus learned the ways of the sword from both Captain Hua and First mate Sandoval. During the past few years, Remus found a particular fondness for literature that grew further than when he was younger. Along the way there have been many new companions to join the shipmates, and the secrets of a certain young man were revealed. A year on his own at sea taught Remus many things, but he couldn’t help but miss the company of those upon The Dragons’ Pearl. 

Now at seventeen years old, the once young boy has grown into a fine young man. 

Under the sea, there was a mythical creature with bright shimmering amber scales, varying in shades of accent tones from the top of his tail, to his fluke. The moonlight breached the surface of the darkened sea, the light reflected off of his amber eyes, as if they began to shine and glow under the moon’s pale beauty. The mer turned down before his arms moved forwards as he dived down deeper into the sea. The deeper he went, the darker it became. 

As he reached the sea floor, he swam at a leisurely pace, brushing a clawed hand against the seagrass. Looking up, the seagrass became littered with life, crabs, small, fish, seahorses, an octopus, and coral. He chuckled to himself as the fish scattered when he swam near them, a green sea turtle by his side seemed to follow him, wherever he went. It had felt too long since he had last been in the sea. 

Remus’ head turned sharply upwards as he picked up the sound of a muffled screeching noise coming from the surface. Then a muted bang before a flash of scattered gold light. With a strong flick of his tail, the floor beneath him vanished from sight as he neared the surface. 

Breaching from the water, he looks up to the familiar ship with concern, “Opal! What’s happening?!” He yells up to the deck. 

In an instant, a tall beautiful greek woman, around the age of twenty-three, with long light brown hair, hazel green eyes, lightly tanned skin peered over the railing of the deck to respond. She was dressed in a sea-blue off the shoulder long sleeved shirt that was tucked into her light brown pants, with a black corset vest on top, and black boots. At her hip was a wide sword with a dark blue sheath, and it’s hilt had the detailing of a trident. 

“Min-Jun received a letter! We have to make port in Portland! The Blacks and Greyback have been spotted off the coast of Dorset!” She lowers the rope ladder and opens the small gate, “Get your tail up here!”

Remus catches the ladder with ease and pulls himself up onto it, “What’s the sudden hurry? We’re currently off the coast of Dorset ourselves.” He comments, looking back up to his friend. 

“Quinn’s family lives in Portland, and he thinks they’ll be going after them!” Opal replies, tossing down a blanket for Remus to dry his scales with.

Remus winces as the blanket lands upon his head, frowning as it blocks his view. Pulling the soft cloth from his head, he sets to work on drying himself and his scales, “But why would they go after his family?” He yells out. 

Opal pauses, a somber look upon her face as she watches Remus make his way up the rope ladder with his two legs, scales now nowhere to be seen. She shakes her head as he reaches the deck, “I don’t know. But I think something’s wrong.”

Two quarters of an hour pass with The Dragon’s Pearl sailing at full speed to Portland. The sea seemed to be at their side that night, the sound of cannon fire reached the members of the crew. The lifeboats were lowered with First mate Sandoval and Remus inside one of the boats. 

Remus’ eyes widened when he saw the pitch black sails of The Ophiuchus which could barely be seen from a distance. The ship’s colors had a black flag with a white skull with a snake coming out of an eye socket. The Blacks. The ancient pirate ship passed down from generation to generation of Blacks. Rumors and tales continuously traveled from sailors aboard many ships about the family, the ship gaining the nickname of Grimmauld amongst the gossiping sailors. Remus had heard many tales himself in the past. 

The Blacks were ruthless in their pliage for gold, leaving no survivors. There were tales of The Ophiuchus battling The Dragon’s Pearl when Captain Orion Black attempted to steal the other Captain’s ship. Although Captain Hua was young, he forced the Blacks to flee when their ship suffered too much damage. The Captain of The Dragon’s Pearl had given them a warning years ago that should he ever see them again, he would kill the Captain of The Ophiuchus.

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Newt’s POV

I was in New York trying to find the child. I found myself on a subway track. “Credence… It’s Credence, isn’t it? I’m here to help you, Credence. I’m not here to hurt you.” behind newt was a series of footsteps coming from Mr. Graves. “I’ve met someone just like you, Credence. A girl- a young girl who’d been imprisoned, she had been locked away and she’d been punished for her magic.”

I had finally gotten the boy’s attention but failed to notice the footsteps drawing nearer behind me as I stepped closer to Credence. Graves sent a spell toward me which sent me flying backward.

the child fled at the sight of the scene. I rose and tried to launch a spell at Graves but failed as Graves launches spell after spell at me leaving me defenseless. as the Obscririal goes deeper into the tunnel, a train comes closer and graves threw the child onto the landing.

When I tried to cast a spell on graves, he gets annoyed and makes the train tracks ripple which sent me flying again into the air. Mr. Graves starts to walk toward credence as I try to get up. Graves snaps his fingers and a shadow appears on the landing. something coming from the shadows. once I stood up the figure waves their wand and shoots me back into the ground.

when they came from the shadow I finally knew who they were.

-FLASH-BACK-

Newt walked down the steps that lead to the clearing in the middle of the forbidden forest. he sat by a lake and took out a book on potions. 30 minutes later a bunny hopped near him. of course he didn’t notice being too caught up in his work and all.

he was startled when the bunny hopped into his lap and curled into his lap.

“Nice one (Y/N).” he pet her fur the bunny hopped off and turned back into a witch.

“How could you tell that was me?” she spoke as she sat next to him.

“Only you would do that.” his smile started to shine as it does every day.

-2-MONTHS-LATER-

“So Newt?”

“Hmm?” he didn’t look up from his book since the OWLs were coming up fast.

“Are we still on for tonight?” the girl was hopeful but still doubtful as she hasn’t spent time with him for months because of his new friend Leta.

“of course. 8:30 and our spot correct?” he didn’t lookup.

“Yup!” she got up and started to pack, she had planned to camp out with him and star gaze at their spot. the clearing in the forest with the lake. as she ran down the corridor she saw Newt and Leta in the courtyard under a tree. ‘why would he talk to her when 5 minutes ago he didn’t even look at me?’ (y/n) thought. she pushed it to the back of her mind and continued on her way.

when she finished setting up the camp the sun started to set. that gave her 5 minutes till newt should be coming around she still needed firewood. as she was in the forest hunched over picking up wood, she heard footsteps, 2 pairs to be exact.

“Oh, it’s just wonderful Newt! Thank you.”

(y/n) knew that voice. the voice of Leta. she tip-toed behind a tree and peeked around till she saw them. she was hugging him.

“Did you do this all for me?” she stopped hugging and her hands rested on his forearm.

“Anything for you.” her heart broke that day.

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the day that she found as though she was nothing to him

only a stranger in the way.

-END-OF-FLASH-BACK-

(y/n) stood on the landing staring down at me, a scared and sad look on her face. she couldn’t control what she was doing, even I can tell that. she didn’t want to hurt me, only to hug and tell me off for hurting her all those years back, it was as clear as day to see that.

(Y/N)’s POV

I watched through a blurred lens. I saw my hand flick my wand sending a man, of which I only saw in dreams, down. his curly copper hair flew up as he fell back, his fall was so sudden and so quick I could almost see his freckles fall off his body.

my wand kept flicking at him and I couldn’t stop it. I cried and screamed for me to stop but nothing worked. it was like watching a cruel movie but you’re also stuck in it. this went on for minutes just me screaming, and crying for Newt to be ok.

I fell.

I hit the ground and I hit it hard.

pain.

I felt pain.

I was back in my body, tears running down my face, my throat sore. I felt arms wrap around me and my head get pushed onto a muscular chest by a big hand.

“It’s okay. I got you now.” a voice I hadn’t heard in forever was heard. I didn’t know what else to do. so I just sat there, crying on the wet concrete floor.

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EVERYBODY STOP✋ 🛑 this is a newt scamander appreciation post just bcs newt🥰🥰

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Harry Potter characters as zodiac signs (this is based on their birthday)

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i have theory that after ww2 wizards went into a much more intense hiding from muggles. Instead of hiding amongst muggles they begin to live entirely separated. And with this separation there was a rebirth of “classical” wizard culture. Which would explain the fashion and the relative confusion about muggle culture during Harry’s time that didn’t occur in Fantastic Beast’s.  I also believe that due to magic messing with and supplementing things like light bulbs (which were very finicky at first introduction even for muggles), telegrams, automoblies etc technological innovation in wizarding communities had already began to stagnate and thus there was no need to exchange with the muggle community which would have more apt to innovate this way. In this essay I will

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Did anyone else but me realized that Callum Turner is Eight years younger than Eddie Redmayne, yet he plays the older the brother.


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Like? Cause I feel like it’s a compliment to Eddie’s youthful looking face, but like at the same time, I feel like Callum could feel a little bit offended that everyone probably think he looks older than his actual age.

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I can’t wait to read this book. I’ve been waiting for so freaking long. But disclaimer….I’m not in support of J.K Rowling or her beliefs. I just enjoy the Harry Potter universe.

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“What are you cooking, John?”

John doesn’t have the time to answer because suddenly there’s a pair of arms around his waist and the fresh smell of Newt in the morning (his scent is always sweet and soft, like some of the flowers he plants inside his case). He also gets to see those messy curls when he turns his head a little to the side.

John blushes and feels flustered because Newt’s hugging him, but he can’t help but smile from ear to ear because he’s never felt so happy before.

He turns around to kiss him on the lips.

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Okay but what I really want is a TV show Steve Irwin handheld camera style but for the magical creatures in HP universe.

Like– IMAGINE Newt being all excited while telling the audience to be quiet when he sees a demiguise in its natural habitat.

Also it doesn’t even have to be Newt– maybe his great grandsons, Lorcan and Lysander Scamander can be there instead. Knowing Luna is their mom, maybe sometimes they’ll be like WATCHOUT FOR THE NARGLES or FUN FACT CRUMPLED HORN SNORKAKCS HORNS ARE ACTUALLY ERUMPET HORNS

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Watching FBAWTFT

…for the first time since March 2020. I’m about to find out if I have enough peace now in my heart to handle seeing again my fictional dears without feeling crushed by filming delays. I’m focusing on being in the moment. I’m not well, but I’m still alive. And that’s something. 💛 <— (Golden for that Hufflepuff sweetheart) ☺️

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Alright, crossover time.

So John Wick settling down with Newt and finally being happy with some he loves and having children (and by children I mean dozens of dogs to take care of).

They make friends with another cute couple: Tatsu and Miku.

Then John confessing to Tatsu that he just wants to make Newt happy and help him as much as he can around the house and asking him for advice.

So basically Tatsu teaching John how to be a great house husband.

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