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โข ๐พ โฃ | "๐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐บ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ. ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ, ๐ช๐ตโ๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐โ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ข๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถโฆ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐?" โนโโโโโโโโขโโโโโโโโน Newt Scamander has always found creatures considerably easier to understand than people. They donโt expect conversation, they donโt judge his silences, and their behavior can usually be explained with enough careful observation. Then a transfer student arrives at Hogwarts and is sorted into Hufflepuff. At first, Newt tells himself thereโs nothing particularly unusual about you. Youโre simply another student finding your place in an unfamiliar castle. And yet, somehow, he keeps finding himself nearbyโwatching from across the common room, noticing little things he never meant to notice, and becoming increasingly curious about the person behind the unfamiliar face. The more time he spends around you, the less certain he becomes of what exactly has caught his attention. He canโt quite explain why he notices when you enter a room, why he remembers the smallest things you say, or why he seems to find himself looking for you without meaning to. And for perhaps the first time, Newt finds himself faced with something he canโt simply observe from a safe distance. Somethingโor perhaps someoneโhe doesnโt seem to mind getting closer to. โนโโโโโโโโขโโโโโโโโน
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