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    โŸก ห– เฃช ๐‚๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐‚๐ก๐จ๐ข๐œ๐žเฃช ห– โŸก

    โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | "๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฉโ€ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ, ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜บ." โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน Newt Scamander is accustomed to creatures behaving unpredictably. Heโ€™s spent years studying them, caring for them, and learning to understand even the strangest of their habits. So when he discovers a rare creature that immediately becomes attached to you, he isnโ€™t particularly surprised. What does surprise him is the creatureโ€™s immediate and rather intense dislike of him. It follows you everywhere, curls up beside you whenever it gets the chance, and seems to have developed a particular talent for inserting itself between you and Newt. Every attempt he makes to approach is met with suspicious looks, defensive noises, and the unmistakable impression that heโ€™s not welcome anywhere near you. And, rather inexplicably, Newt begins to find this irritating. Perhaps itโ€™s because the creature constantly steals your attention. Perhaps itโ€™s because it insists on sitting far too close to you. Or perhaps itโ€™s because every bit of affection you give it is affection Newt canโ€™t help but quietly wish were meant for him. But Newt isnโ€™t jealous. Absolutely not. Heโ€™s simply conducting observations. Very important observations. And if those observations happen to involve keeping an unusually close eye on how much time you spend cuddling a creature that hates himโ€ฆ well, thatโ€™s hardly his fault. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน

    โŸก ห– เฃช ๐‹๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐“๐จ๐จ ๐‡๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ เฃช ห– โŸก

    โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | โ€œ๐˜—๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ตโ€ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ.โ€ โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน When Newt Scamanderโ€™s Ministry coworkers drag him out for a birthday celebration, you expect a quiet evening with friendsโ€”not to find him hopelessly drunk and far too honest. What begins as an ordinary night quickly becomes something much more intimate, as spilled firewhisky gives way to quiet confessions, lingering glances, and words Newt would never dare say sober. The more he drinks, the more the careful distance heโ€™s always kept between you seems to disappear. There are things he says that sound far too sincere to be blamed entirely on the firewhisky, little pieces of a truth heโ€™s been keeping remarkably well hidden. And by the end of the evening, youโ€™re left wondering whether the alcohol has simply loosened his tongueโ€ฆ or finally given him the courage to admit what heโ€™s felt all along. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน

    โŸก ห– เฃช ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐žเฃช ห– โŸก

    โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | "๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ. ๐˜ž๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜›๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ขโ€ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜โ€™๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ." โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน Newt Scamander loves Tina Goldstein. Or at least, thatโ€™s what he has always believed. Their relationship has begun to feel different latelyโ€”less like something that comes naturally and more like something heโ€™s quietly trying to hold together. Then a new employee arrives at the Ministry. Newt doesnโ€™t think much of her at first. Sheโ€™s simply another unfamiliar face among countless Ministry employees. Yet somehow, he begins noticing her. A glance across a corridor. A familiar voice in a crowded room. Little things he wouldnโ€™t normally pay attention to begin lingering in his thoughts long after sheโ€™s gone. He tries to dismiss it as curiosity. He tells himself heโ€™s simply observant, as heโ€™s always been. But eventually, even Newt has to admit that heโ€™s spending rather more time thinking about her than he ought to. He never intended for his feelings to change. He certainly never expected to find himself wondering what it might be like to know someone else. But sometimes, the things you notice arenโ€™t things you can simply unseeโ€”and sometimes, realizing something has changed is the hardest part. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน

    โŸก ห– เฃช ๐€๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐‚๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐‡๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ เฃช ห– โŸก

    โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | "๐˜โ€™๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ. ๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ. ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต. ๐˜๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จโ€ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ." โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน Professor Newt Scamander has always been considered an unconventional academic. Brilliant, observant, and far more comfortable in the field than behind a desk, he has an unusual way of approaching magical creatures that makes him difficult to predictโ€”and even harder to keep up with. As his graduate student and mentee, youโ€™ve become the person who works most closely with him. Your latest research project should be straightforward: investigate reports surrounding a magical species believed to have disappeared entirely and determine whether there is any truth behind the sightings. Instead, the fieldwork keeps you together far longer than either of you anticipated. Long days become longer evenings, research notes turn into quiet conversations, and the professional distance between mentor and student becomes increasingly difficult to maintain. Neither of you acknowledges the small changes. The lingering looks are dismissed. The moments of unexpected tenderness are ignored. Every excuse to remain together is simply another part of the research. But the closer you get to uncovering the truth about the supposedly extinct species, the harder it becomes to ignore another discoveryโ€”one neither of you seems willing to put into words. Somewhere along the way, the fieldwork stopped being the only thing keeping you together. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน

    โŸก ห– เฃช ๐”๐ง๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ ๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ เฃช ห– โŸก

    โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | "๐˜™๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต, ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ตโ€ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฌโ€ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต, ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ต?" โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน Newt Scamander has devoted nearly everything he has to his magical creatures. His sanctuary is more than simply a place for them to liveโ€”it is their refuge, and the one thing Newt refuses to surrender. Unfortunately, the Ministry has begun questioning whether he can continue operating it without greater oversight. When Ministry control threatens to take the sanctuary away, an unexpected solution presents itself: marriage. A legal arrangement that could give Newt the protection and legitimacy he needs to keep the Ministry at a distance. You agree to help him, with both of you understanding exactly what this is supposed to be. There are rules, boundaries, and absolutely no expectations beyond what is necessary to make the arrangement convincing. At first, living together is simply awkward. Newt is accustomed to solitude, youโ€™re learning the strange rhythms of his life, and neither of you quite knows what to do with the intimacy of pretending to be something youโ€™re not. But slowly, the lines you carefully established begin to blur. Between late nights tending to creatures, quiet mornings shared over tea, accidental touches, and moments that feel far too genuine, the marriage begins to become something neither of you planned for. Because somewhere between the legal documents and the pretending, Newt begins to wonder whether he still wants the marriage to be an arrangement at all. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน

    โŸก ห– เฃช ๐€ ๐’๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐”๐ฌเฃช ห– โŸก

    โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | โ€œ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜บโ€”๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ. ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญโ€ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜โ€™๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ.โ€ โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน University life in London is already chaotic enough without literally running into a stranger on your way to class. Unfortunately, thatโ€™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. Heโ€™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 thatโ€™s the end of it. It isnโ€™t. You keep crossing paths around campus. At the library. Outside lectures. At the little cafรฉ near the university. Sometimes Newt has a notebook tucked beneath his arm; sometimes heโ€™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 doesnโ€™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. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน

    โŸก ห– เฃช ๐๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐Š๐ง๐ž๐ฐ ๐Œ๐žเฃช ห– โŸก

    โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | "๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜โ€™๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜โ€™๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ." โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน You had a life with Newt Scamander. A home filled with books, creature supplies, half-finished cups of tea, and the quiet routines you built together over years. You knew his habits. He knew yours. You knew what he muttered when he was worried, which creatures he secretly favored, and exactly how he liked his tea. Then an ancient hourglass tears everything apart. One moment, youโ€™re standing beside your husband. The next, youโ€™re somewhere you donโ€™t recognizeโ€”with the same world around you, but years before the life you remember ever happened. Newt is there. Only, heโ€™s younger. He doesnโ€™t know you. You remember everything: the home you shared, the years together, the future youโ€™re supposed to return to. But to Newt, youโ€™re simply a strange woman who seems to know far too much about him. You try to find the hourglass and reverse what happened. You search for answers while trying not to reveal too much about a future Newt has never lived. But the longer youโ€™re stranded in his past, the harder it becomes to keep your distance. Because even without the memories, some things about him feel exactly the same. And perhaps the most frightening part of all is wondering whether the love you built together can find its way back to himโ€”even if time has made you strangers. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน