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Fooled {Newt Scamander}

A yawn escaped my lips as I passed through the Goldstein threshold, into their small, yet cozy apartment.

“Heya Frances, how was your day?”

I grinned tiredly at Jacob; images of children clattering at the top of their lungs. Oh my sweet, devilish seven year old students; try as I might they can still be a handful, three handfuls—

A startled gasp came from around the corner, “Oh honey, did that child really throw a fish through the window?”

“Better believe it did. Luckily I was able to magic that fish into the tank in my office without anyone noticing.” I laughed tossing my coat on the hooks reserved for guests; not that I’m considered a guest really,I’m over here twice a week for dinner.

“That’s right Francie, you’re as good as family to us now.”

I shook my head at the blonde who stared magicking good together in the kitchen; “Queenie, that’s two out of three times you that you can read my mind. By the way, where’s Tina at and has Newt arrived yet?”

“He arrived about a half hour ago, and I believe Tina should be here soon enough.”

“Thanks Jacob, I’ll go greet him. Haven’t seen him since last night. See ya in a bit.” I turned towards their bedroom with a small wave.

As per usual I found Newt’s second home laying next to the nightstand; he never goes anywhere without it. Doesn’t trust anyone with it, except me and the others. My guess is that he doesn’t want another mishap of Niffy escaping for more jewels.

I frowned unlocking the suitcase; normally he’d leave the case open if he is down there to allow everyone in without having to give permission. Why on earth would it be closed?

I shrugged stepping onto the rungs that led deep down into the magicked suitcase; whatever the case I just wanna surprise him with a drawing one of my students did today. It’s both exciting and worrisome when my Muggle students start showing any signs of magic in their blood. The last time it happened I had to destroy the life I built myself as a pseudo-Muggle…or No-Maj as they say it here in America.

I felt my lips form a smile. At the very least I found out that my talent still lives strong in my blood. Somewhat at least. Who else can apparate without a wand and after not using magic for at least nine years? Just a slight case of splinching my right arm up to the elbow and left ear. A bit of a nasty shock it was; then again I didn’t know what I was doing. I never took the apparition test back in Ilvermorny. I frowned; never did graduate either.

I shook my body and slapped my cheeks. Enough with mourning over the past. Live in the now. And as Newt loves to say: worrying means you suffer twice. I have suffered enough already.

As I strolled through out of his shed I heard the sound of scampering feet and a black blob jumped into my arms.

“Good to see you too, Niffy my favourite jewel. Where’s daddy?” I grinned down at the little Niffler.

He jumped out of my arms and nodded his head before rushing off to lead me to Newt.

I hastened my pace to keep the distance between the both of us relatively close. He’s such an agile little thing.

The moment he slowed down I could hear Newt’s voice. I frowned hearing Newt’s voice full of urgency.

“…Tina, please. No. Stop.”

“Come on Newt.”

“I can’t. She’ll be here. No.”

What in the world? Tina’s already here. She’s in there with Newt. Please Merlin, no. Why this? Why now?

“I said no,” Newt pleaded again.

I stepped quietly to the inner shed the window to find Tina basically straddling Newt on one of the stools by the table. He was gripping her arms that were around his neck.

I felt something in me shatter. All I could hear was the pounding of my rapid heartbeat. How could they?

I busted open the door with my foot making them both jump up from the stool. “Newt said no. You dirty slag.”

“Frances—”

“Love—”

“Porpentina Goldstein, shut your whoremouth and leave before I curse you.”

“You wouldn’t.” She retorted, crossing her arms confidently.

The stupid bimbo.

At her answer I pulled my wand out at her and sparks ignited from the tip of it, “do you really want to find out? You have no idea what I am bloody capable of. Now get the fuck OUT!”

She nodded and walked calmly out of the shed before breaking out into a jog when I glared at her. I watched her until she was completely out of eye sight before shuffling out of the shed away from Newt.

To think that my newfound happiness only lasted five months. Five bloody months. I was so foolish. I should have known better. Have I been blinded by love?

“Love, please don’t walk away.”

I gave my head a shake and continued marching to find Dougal to get him to hide me. I can’t be seen. Not now. Not ever.

“Frances. Wait.”

I felt his hand upon my arm before he turned me to him. I scowled up at his remorseful expression and blinked, feeling my frown deepen.

“I can explain.”

“How long Newt?” I snorted, “Don’t you bloody dare and make up excuses.”

“I won’t. It wasn’t as it seemed, I–I well she was the one who approached me—ambushed me as I worked on my manuscript. I would never hurt you on purpose.” Newt stated hurriedly, “You know that.”

“Codswallop, you hurt me back in Hogwarts remember? You were the biggest reason why I had to transfer to Ilvermorny!” I laughed bitterly, feeling my eyes water in frustration.

“Hold on now. We spoke about this already, if you only stayed to hear the rest of the conversation. If you only confronted me later you would have found out that I wasn’t insulting you. I was sticking up for you.” Newt frowned, rubbing my arms.

I stepped back, pulling away from him, “How many times did she ambush you? Don’t lie to me.”

He sighed, “Once before this…a few weeks ago. Back when you got into that scary situation in the school and you offered your—”

“That explains that love bite on your bloody neck. I didn’t understand. Oh Merlin, how could I ever have trusted you with my heart?” I cut him off, a cold feeling entering my chest.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I was just worried about your wellbeing and it completely slipped my mind.”

Slipped his mind? Slipped his mind?! I snorted.

“If she ambushed you then why the bloody hell did you not push her off?” I demanded ignoring his statement.

“I,” He swallowed noticeably, “I didn’t want to hurt her.”

I gapped at him. Did he really just say that? He didn’t want to hurt the bint? I let out a sound of frustration and face-palmed.

“Oh you stupid, stupid man.” I seethed, “How bloody thick are you? You didn’t want to hurt her? Why the fuck would you care? Slap the bitch. Bind her with magic.”

“Fran—”

“NO. Shut up Newton. Just s-sh-shut up. You didn’t hurt her. Good for you, but guess what,” I swallowed, tears slipping from my eyes, “You hurt me. The one you supposedly l-lo…ved. You liar.”

I pointed my wand up at him and quickly muttered the body-binding curse and watched as his body became stiff and toppled over.

I hiccuped feeling the sadness engulf my body. Why did this have to happen? I glanced down at him, his face torn with anguish and whispered, “Goodbye.”

With that I scrambled towards the exit; hopefully out of his life for good. I was fooled once. Fooled twice. I thought that he was out of mine once before. Never again though, never again.

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Visible {Credence Barebone}

There he stood, with the flyers in his hand that he was supposed to give out, robotically. No matter what, he had to accomplish this, no if ands or buts about it.

That was his only job. Not to talk. Not to bring attention to himself. To show no emotion. His life was basically controlled.

He took a shuddering breath, the cold of the night seeping beneath the thin, ratted old coat he had on.

She didn’t care about him; all she cared about was getting her message across the city. Witches are wicked and unnatural creatures. He didn’t really care to think about himself. He had no choice after all.

He stepped into the bustling sidewalk his head bowed down, wary of the ugly, condescending looks that may or may not be directed his way. He couldn’t bare to look at them. He felt it in his bones that if he did he could—would lose control. Those looks. He just didn’t know why. He didn’t even realize when he outstretched his arm in a silent plea for anyone, someone at all to take the blasted flyers that made his insides curl bitterly.

Of course, as per usual he was ignored, brushed past as if he were invisible. If only he was invisible to his own belt while it was in his ma’s hand. Why did she hate him so? What had he ever done to be—he gasped, his body lurching to the side as he felt a force collide against him, and his foot slipped on the wet metal beneath him.

He felt the sharp pain in his knee as he landed with a sob. What else could go wrong?

“Oh goodness me! I-I am so very sorry about that! Here let me help you…”

He looked up to find a young woman, not much older than himself staring down at him with concern.

“…Are you alright?”

He stared at her outstretched hand and hastily blinked the moisture out of his eyes.

He shakily clambered up and brushed past her hand and her as he went over to start collecting the already destroyed flyers.

Again, he failed. Why did he even bother? His sisters and random kids off the street had more potential than he ever would.

He crouched over, feeling his body start to shake. No. No. He would not lose control. He had no real reason to.

“Sir, look I’m really, really sorry about knocking you over. Here, I picked up as much of these things as I could.”

Why was she still there? Didn’t she know that he was a nobody? A monster?

“Hellooo?”

He stood up and ripped the flyers out of her hands before letting them fall to the ground once more as he collapsed against her.

She could only gasp with a flinch as he suddenly and almost forcefully pressed his head against her shoulder. She felt the tremors in his body and decided to allow him to gain his composure.

Really, he seemed to remind her of her little brother, and as she did with him she did to the pale stranger in the middle of New York. She rubbed her hand in gentle, but firm strokes on his back.

Time stood still for them, and not a person seemed to wonder what was going on in the middle of the night between to complete opposites.

Except for one fellow in the shadows; who with a grimace disappeared into nothing and then all was calm.

The shakes of the almost fragile being in front of her lessened as she rubbed.

She would have missed it, had she not been focusing on him; his whispered, breathy singular word of, “…thanks.”

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