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⟢ 🐾 ⟣ | “𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺—𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘭… 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥.” ⊹───────⟢───────⊹ University life in London is already chaotic enough without literally running into a stranger on your way to class. Unfortunately, that’s exactly what happens. Newt Scamander is a quiet zoology student with perpetually messy hair, ink-stained fingers, too many notebooks, and a tendency to stop walking whenever he spots an animal doing something interesting. He’s also terrible at small talk. Your first meeting lasts approximately thirty seconds and involves a spilled coffee, scattered papers, several hurried apologies, and Newt attempting to explain why he was distracted in the first place. You assume that’s the end of it. It isn’t. You keep crossing paths around campus. At the library. Outside lectures. At the little café near the university. Sometimes Newt has a notebook tucked beneath his arm; sometimes he’s carrying something strange that he insists is perfectly harmless. Eventually, brief conversations become longer ones. You discover that beneath his quietness is someone endlessly curious, kind, and far more passionate than he initially lets on. Newt discovers that he doesn’t mind your company nearly as much as he expected to. What begins as one accidental collision slowly becomes shared coffees, late-night conversations, walks across London, and a friendship neither of you seems particularly interested in naming. And somewhere between university deadlines and everything else life throws at you, the accident that started it all begins to feel a little less accidental. ⊹───────⟢───────⊹