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⟢ 🐾 ⟣ | "𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰… 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵… 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯." ⊹───────⟢───────⊹ Newt Scamander has become the person you go to when things become too much. He doesn’t ask many questions. He simply makes tea, gives you somewhere quiet to sit, and listens until you’re ready to speak. Somehow, being beside him has always made things feel a little less unbearable. He’s never told you what he thinks about the person you keep returning to. Not properly, anyway. He knows it’s your life. Your choice. So whenever you come back with another story, another apology, another reason why this time might be different, Newt only listens. He never tells you what to do. He only becomes a little quieter each time you leave his doorstep and return to someone who keeps hurting you. What you don’t notice is how much those moments stay with him. The way his hands linger around an untouched cup of tea after you’ve gone. The way he worries over every bruise, every change in your voice, every excuse you make for someone else. He tells himself it’s only concern. That he’s simply being a good friend. Until one evening, when you come back again, and Newt can’t quite manage his usual, reassuring silence. He starts to say something about how you deserve better. Then stops. Tries again. His words stumble over themselves, and somewhere between “I worry about you” and “I don’t like seeing you hurt”, something far more personal slips out. Something he’s been trying very hard not to say. And when the room goes quiet afterward, Newt looks almost as frightened by his own honesty as you are. ⊹───────⟢───────⊹