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โ‹†๐Ÿพยฐ ๐ง๐ข๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ž๐ซ.๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก_๐ข๐ง๐คโ‹† แฐ.แŸ

โŸก โ”€ห– เฃช ๐Ÿพ ๐…๐ข๐ž๐ฅ๐ ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ ๐Ÿพ เฃช ห–โ”€ โŸก Hey you! Ever wondered what happens when you give a Niffler ink and a quill? Youโ€™re in the right place. I write Newt Scamander storiesโ€”just donโ€™t leave your ink or quills unattended. The Nifflers are watching. โŸก โ”€โ”€ โŸก ๐Ÿงณ ๐‚๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐…๐ข๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ Newt x Reader โ€ข FBeasts โ€ข AUs โ€ข Canon-divergence โ€ข Slow burns โ€ข Angst & Fluff โ€ข Romance โ€ข Creature chaos โ€ข Unusual & Sticky situations ๐Ÿ“ฌ ๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ Have an idea? Send me a message! I take requests and might turn it into a new case file. โœ’๏ธ ๐€๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซโ€™๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ž I write lighter and darker Newt. My darker stories are AU/canon-divergentโ€”what might happen if he took the wrong path or made different choices. โŸก โ”€โ”€ โŸก ๐Ÿพ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ข๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐–๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐‡๐ž๐ซ๐ž They left pawprints. They stole the ink. They also left a playlist behind. โ€œI Think Theyโ€™re Rather Beautiful.โ€ || Newt Scamander Spotify: สŽษนษuแด‰pษนOTEEN โŸก โ”€โ”€ โŸก Please keep all valuables away from the Nifflers. Especially the ink. ๐Ÿพ

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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š๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐‚๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ฒ เฃช ห– โŸก

โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | "๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ช๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜?" โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน Newt Scamander has always found creatures considerably easier to understand than people. They donโ€™t expect conversation, they donโ€™t 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 thereโ€™s nothing particularly unusual about you. Youโ€™re simply another student finding your place in an unfamiliar castle. And yet, somehow, he keeps finding himself nearbyโ€”watching 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 canโ€™t 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 canโ€™t simply observe from a safe distance. Somethingโ€”or perhaps someoneโ€”he doesnโ€™t seem to mind getting closer to. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน

โŸก ห– เฃช ๐–๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐‡๐ฎ๐ฌ๐›๐š๐ง๐ เฃช ห– โŸก

โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | "๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ. ๐˜›๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜š๐˜ฐโ€ฆ ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ." โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน Being Newt Scamanderโ€™s significant other means sharing your life with a man whose attention is usually divided between you and whatever magical creature has escaped this time. But one thing has never been in question: Newt is entirely devoted to you. At his private magizoological workspace, Newt spends his days researching and caring for magical creatures alongside his small team of assistants. Among them is Evelyn Whitmore, a capable, sociable witch with a peculiar habit of calling herself his work wife. Newt finds the expression rather confusing. He has a partner he loves dearly, and he has never given Evelyn any reason to believe otherwiseโ€”or so he assumes. That is, until you arrive one afternoon with the lunch heโ€™s forgotten, only to hear Evelyn greet him with an affectionate, โ€œThere you are, darling! Your work wife was beginning to miss you!โ€ Newt, naturally, is baffled. โ€œI donโ€™t believe Iโ€™ve ever called you my wife,โ€ he replies. โ€œIโ€™m already married to someone I love rather a lot.โ€ Then he notices you in the doorway. โ€œOh. Hello, darling.โ€ What follows is an unnecessarily awkward introduction, a workplace misunderstanding, and Newt attempting to understand a scandal he never realized existed. He only wanted his lunch. Unfortunately, he may have to explain to his assistant that being polite, sharing a workplace, and occasionally rescuing the same Bowtruckle do not constitute a marriage. And you? Youโ€™re about to discover that your devoted, oblivious magizoologist can handle dangerous beasts far more easily than he can handle workplace drama. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน

โŸก ห– เฃช ๐‡๐ข๐ฌ ๐’๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐งเฃช ห– โŸก

โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | "๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€™๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ตโ€ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ." โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน Hogwarts had heard your name long before it ever heard your voice. You came from one of Britainโ€™s oldest pure-blood families, raised to be composed, accomplished, and untouchable. When you transferred to Hogwarts, Slytherin was the obvious choice. You quickly earned a reputation for being cold, arrogant, sharp-tongued, and beautiful enough to intimidate. You understood the hierarchy and had little interest in making friends. Especially not with Newt Scamander. The strange Hufflepuff preferred creatures to people, spent far too much time covered in dirt, and was far too easy to tease. You mocked his creatures, stole his books, and cornered him simply because you knew he wouldnโ€™t fight back. Newt should have hated you. Instead, he became fascinated. No matter how cruel you were, his attention always found its way back to you. Somehow, the awkward Hufflepuff had fallen completely and hopelessly in love with the girl who made his life miserable. You never noticed. Until one evening, when rumors about your family left you furious enough to need someone to take it out on. Unfortunately for Newt, he happened to be alone in the corridor. When you shoved him against the wall, he looked at you with an expression far too soft for someone who was supposed to be afraid of you. โ€œYouโ€™re very pretty when youโ€™re angry.โ€ For once, you were the one left speechless. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน

โŸก ห– เฃช ๐Ž๐ฎ๐ซ ๐‹๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ญเฃช ห– โŸก

โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | "๐˜ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ." โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน You never expected to fall in love with Newton Scamander. Quiet, awkward, and far more comfortable around creatures than people, Newt wasnโ€™t easy to know at first. But beneath his nervous mannerisms, you discovered a gentle man with a remarkable capacity for love. Your friendship grew into romance, and eventually, marriage. Together, you built a life full of magical creatures, quiet affection, and little adventures. Then came your children: William Artemis, your independent sixteen-year-old; Reginald, your curious eight-year-old; and Adelaide, your determined two-year-old daughter who has her father wrapped around her little fingers. Life at home is rarely quiet. Between sibling squabbles, missing belongings, creature-related mishaps, and Adelaide demanding to be carried, thereโ€™s always something happening. Newt tries to balance his research with fatherhood, making time to teach Reginald about creatures, help William with his interests, and abandon his notes whenever Adelaide calls for her dada. Through busy mornings, shared cups of tea, and quiet evenings after bedtime, your marriage continues to grow. Life isnโ€™t always easy, but itโ€™s filled with laughter, patience, and a love that deepens with every passing year. Newt once thought creatures would be his greatest discovery. Now, he knows better. His greatest discovery was the family he found with you. 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ž๐ฏ๐ž๐งเฃช ห– โŸก

โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | "๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€™๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต. ๐˜โ€™๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜”๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜บ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ช๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ." โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน Everyone knows Theseus Scamander as the famous Auror. To the wizarding world, heโ€™s a decorated officer, brilliant strategist, and the sort of man expected to remain calm when everything falls apart. He wears his uniform with confidence and has earned a reputation for being dependable when it matters most. Youโ€™ve simply never known him that way. Youโ€™ve seen the man underneath the uniformโ€”the one who gets so absorbed in his work that he forgets to eat, drinks his tea cold, and makes terrible jokes when heโ€™s tired. Heโ€™s also remarkably easy to fluster. Compliment him and the confident Auror suddenly doesnโ€™t know what to do with himself. Praise his work and heโ€™ll brush it off before changing the subject. Youโ€™ve become familiar with the little things others overlook: the way his shoulders relax after a long day, the softness in his voice when he talks about his family, and how he always seems to find an excuse to spend time with you. What begins as simple companionship slowly becomes something more. Between late nights at the Ministry, hurried lunches, quiet walks home, and conversations that stretch past midnight, you begin discovering the man behind the reputationโ€”and Theseus begins discovering what itโ€™s like to be truly known. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน

โŸก ห– เฃช ๐๐จ ๐‹๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐€๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ เฃช ห– โŸก

โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | "๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต. ๐˜ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎโ€ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ." โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน There was a time when Newt Scamander believed people could be taught to care. He spent years pleading for misunderstood creatures, arguing against cruel laws, and trying to convince the Ministry that fear was no excuse for cruelty. He was patient. He was polite. He kept believing that if he showed people the truth, they might choose to do better. Then the Ministry took away the one thing Newt could no longer forgive them for touching. Something in him changed. Years later, creatures placed in Ministry custody begin disappearing. Poaching operations are found abandoned, their cages empty and their records destroyed. Meanwhile, endangered and forbidden creatures keep appearing alive in hidden sanctuaries. A name is whispered whenever another sanctuary is discovered: Newt Scamander. When Tina, Queenie, Jacob, Theseus, Leta, and you finally find him, they expect the same awkward, gentle magizoologist they once knew. The man they find isnโ€™t entirely unfamiliar. He still speaks softly. He still fusses over injured creatures. He still seems more comfortable with beasts than people. But the kindness is no longer accompanied by obedience. Newt hasnโ€™t stopped caring. Heโ€™s simply stopped believing that everyone deserves the chance to hurt something twice. If protecting innocent creatures means breaking laws, deceiving the Ministry, or becoming someone the people he loves no longer recognize, heโ€™s already decided he can live with that. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน

โŸก ห– เฃช ๐’๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐žเฃช ห– โŸก

โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | "๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จโ€ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅโ€™๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ." โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน Newt Scamander has spent most of his life caring for creatures that have nowhere else to go. He knows how to coax frightened beasts from hiding, mend broken wings, and stay patiently beside something until it learns that it is safe. What he never learned was how easily someone could feel forgotten while he was busy saving everything else. For months, you waited for him to notice. You understood his work, his creatures, and the endless demands that seemed to follow him wherever he went. You told yourself that his absences didnโ€™t mean he loved you any less. But eventually, the loneliness became something you could no longer quietly endure. So one night, after one too many empty evenings, you leave. No argument. No final confrontation. Just a letter left behind, explaining that you couldnโ€™t keep waiting for someone who always seemed to have somewhere else to be. When Newt finds it, the reality of what heโ€™s lost finally catches up with him. Your absence leaves a silence in his life that even the creatures canโ€™t fill, and for perhaps the first time, he has to confront the fact that loving someone isnโ€™t enough if you never make them feel loved. Now Newt has a choice to make: remain safely surrounded by the creatures heโ€™s always known how to save, or step outside everything familiar and fight for the person he should have realized he was losing all along. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน

โŸก ห– เฃช ๐๐จ๐ญ ๐€๐ง๐ฒ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž เฃช ห– โŸก

โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | "๐˜ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐโ€ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€™๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ตโ€ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ ๐˜ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ." โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน Newt Scamander has become the person you go to when things become too much. He doesnโ€™t ask many questions. He simply makes tea, gives you somewhere quiet to sit, and listens until youโ€™re ready to speak. Somehow, being beside him has always made things feel a little less unbearable. Heโ€™s never told you what he thinks about the person you keep returning to. Not properly, anyway. He knows itโ€™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 donโ€™t notice is how much those moments stay with him. The way his hands linger around an untouched cup of tea after youโ€™ve gone. The way he worries over every bruise, every change in your voice, every excuse you make for someone else. He tells himself itโ€™s only concern. That heโ€™s simply being a good friend. Until one evening, when you come back again, and Newt canโ€™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 โ€œI worry about youโ€ and โ€œI donโ€™t like seeing you hurtโ€, something far more personal slips out. Something heโ€™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. 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ž๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐๐ž๐ก๐ข๐ง๐เฃช ห– โŸก

โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | "๐˜–๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณโ€ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ? ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅโ€™๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆโ€ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ." โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน You never meant to buy anything unusual. The old suitcase looked ordinary enoughโ€”worn leather, battered corners, and perhaps a little too heavy for its size. You found it among a collection of secondhand belongings in the Muggle world, paid for it without a second thought, and took it with you when you moved away. It isnโ€™t until youโ€™re settled into your new home that you discover the suitcase isnโ€™t empty. Inside is an impossible world: sprawling landscapes, strange creatures, hidden habitats, and things that absolutely should not be able to fit inside something you can carry with one hand. Meanwhile, Newt Scamander has a rather serious problem. His suitcase is missing. Not misplaced. Not temporarily borrowed. Missingโ€”and with it, several magical creatures that depend entirely on him. Newt follows every lead he can find, growing increasingly frantic as he realizes a Muggle has unknowingly taken his suitcase far from where it belongs. When Newt finally tracks it to you, he expects to find someone who has stolen it. Instead, he finds a completely unsuspecting Muggle standing in the middle of his magical world, surrounded by creatures that seem remarkably comfortable with you. Getting the suitcase back should be simple. Explaining what youโ€™ve accidentally become involved in is considerably more difficult. And as the magical and Muggle worlds collide, Newt begins to realize that retrieving his lost creatures may not be the only reason he finds himself reluctant to leave. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน

โŸก ห– เฃช ๐…๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐‚๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐งเฃช ห– โŸก

โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | "๐˜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˜โ€ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ." โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน Newt Scamander is used to passing through places without leaving much behind. He follows traces, searches for creatures, fills his notebooks, and moves on once the work is finished. Itโ€™s easier that way. His latest pursuit brings him into a crowded city, where heโ€™s far more focused on a creatureโ€™s trail than on the people around him. Until he accidentally collides with you. It should be an insignificant encounter. An apology, a few awkward words, and then you both go your separate ways. Except the moment Newt looks up at you, something in his mind seems to simplyโ€ฆ stop. For perhaps the first time in a very long while, he finds himself struggling to remember what he was doing. He tries to dismiss it afterward. Perhaps he was simply tired. Perhaps the crowded street had made him lose his train of thought. But he keeps remembering your face, your voice, and the brief moment when you looked at him. And when his work gives him reason to pass through the same part of the city again, he finds himself wondering whether he might happen to see you. What began as a chance collision slowly becomes something Newt canโ€™t quite explain. He still has a creature to find and a journey to finish, but for once, โ€œjust passing throughโ€ doesnโ€™t seem quite as simple as it used to. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน

โŸก ห– เฃช ๐…๐ข๐ž๐ฅ๐ ๐‰๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฅ: ๐˜๐จ๐ฎเฃช ห– โŸก

โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | "๐˜๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จโ€ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ. ๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏโ€ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต." โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน Newt Scamander has always found comfort in observation. He notices things most people overlookโ€”the smallest movements, unconscious habits, changes in expression, and all the little details that make someone distinctly themselves. Lately, however, his attention seems to have developed a rather specific subject: you. Whenever you arenโ€™t looking, Newt quietly reaches for his notebook. He writes down the way you tap your fingers when youโ€™re thinking, the little hum you make while reading, the way you tuck your hair away when youโ€™re concentrating. Sometimes he watches for several moments before hurriedly scribbling something down, as though afraid heโ€™ll forget. He insists the notes are harmless. Theyโ€™re merely observations, after all. Thereโ€™s no particular reason he knows exactly how you take your tea, what makes you laugh, or which expressions mean youโ€™re trying not to smile. And thereโ€™s certainly no reason he keeps returning to the same page long after the original observation has been recorded. Perhaps the trouble begins when Newt realizes his notebooks arenโ€™t becoming a catalogue of facts about you. Theyโ€™re becoming a collection of moments he doesnโ€™t want to forgetโ€”and somehow, that feels much more intimate than anything he intended to write down. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน

โŸก ห– เฃช ๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐ ๐ข๐งเฃช ห– โŸก

โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | "๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜•๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต๐˜บ. ๐˜๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ตโ€ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด. ๐˜š๐˜ฐ ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ข ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ." โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน After your divorce, life becomes a little quieter. Youโ€™re learning how to rebuild a routine for yourself and your child, taking things one day at a time and trying to find small things that make them smile. One of those things is Newt Scamanderโ€™s newly published book, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Your child becomes completely fascinated by it, memorizing passages, asking endless questions, and insisting that meeting the author would be the most wonderful thing imaginable. So when you find out Newt is holding a small book signing, you agree to take them. You expect an ordinary meet-and-greet. Instead, you find a rather nervous, soft-spoken magizoologist who seems far more comfortable discussing creatures than standing in front of a crowd. Newt is immediately charmed by your childโ€™s enthusiasmโ€”and, much to his own surprise, increasingly distracted by you. What begins with a signed book and a few awkward conversations slowly becomes something warmer. Newt starts looking forward to seeing you both, finding little reasons to continue conversations, and becoming a quiet part of the life youโ€™re trying to rebuild. Neither of you expected to meet someone new at a simple book signing. But sometimes, the stories that change your life begin on the pageโ€”and sometimes, they begin when you least expect them. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน

โŸก ห– เฃช ๐‹๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐”๐ง๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐งเฃช ห– โŸก

โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | โ€œ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธโ€ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€™๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ฆ. ๐˜โ€™๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ตโ€ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ต.โ€ โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน Newt Scamander has encountered creatures in places most witches and wizards would never think to look. Heโ€™s rescued the frightened, studied the misunderstood, and learned that even the strangest creatures often have a reason for behaving the way they do. So when he discovers you injured and alone, he initially assumes youโ€™re simply another creature in need of help. But the longer he observes you, the more he realizes something doesnโ€™t quite fit. Your behavior, your abilities, even the way you respond to magic are unlike anything heโ€™s encountered before. There is no name for your species in his books. No record seems to explain where you came from, and you have no answers of your own. Whatever you are, youโ€™ve been left frightened, vulnerable, and completely without a place to go. Newt does the only thing that feels natural to him. He brings you home. There are no demands and no expectationsโ€”only a warm room, careful treatment, and somewhere quiet for you to recover at your own pace. As you heal, however, Newt begins to realize that caring for you is becoming far more personal than he expected. The mystery of your origins may have brought you into his life, but itโ€™s the quiet bond forming between you that makes him wonder whether finding out what you are is even as important as making sure you have somewhere you feel safe. For now, you have a sanctuary. And perhaps, for the first time in a long while, somewhere you can simply be. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน

โŸก ห– เฃช ๐…๐จ๐ซ ๐€๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ฌเฃช ห– โŸก

โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | "๐˜ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บโ€™๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ. ๐˜๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆโ€” ๐˜โ€™๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ. ๐˜š๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ช๐˜ต." โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน Newt Scamander has spent years trying to convince the Ministry that his work matters. Unfortunately, his reputation as an eccentric magizoologist seems to make that increasingly difficult. When his conservation work is threatened, the Ministry offers an unconventional solution: a fake relationship with you. Itโ€™s meant to be simple. A few public appearances. A convincing smile. Perhaps the occasional photograph with your hand in his. Nothing permanent, and certainly nothing real. At first, Newt treats the arrangement like any other obligation. He carefully follows the rules, awkwardly plays along at Ministry functions, and tries not to look too uncomfortable whenever youโ€™re expected to act affectionate in front of others. But spending time together becomes easier than either of you expected. Soon there are adventures that have nothing to do with appearances, conversations that continue long after the Ministry events are over, and little habits neither of you remembers agreeing to. Newt begins bringing you along on creature-related errands simply because he enjoys having you there. Neither of you intended for the arrangement to become complicated. Yet somewhere between the staged photographs and the moments no one is watching, something genuine begins taking shape. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน

โŸก ห– เฃช ๐ƒ๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐–๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐…๐š๐ซเฃช ห– โŸก

โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | "๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ๐˜ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ตโ€ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€™๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ. ๐˜๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅโ€ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ." โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน Newt Scamander has always been observant. Itโ€™s part of what makes him an exceptional magizoologist. He notices small changes others overlookโ€”the shift in a creatureโ€™s behavior, an unfamiliar footprint, a nervous habit. Lately, however, his attention has become increasingly focused on you. He remembers your routines. He knows which routes you take home, where you stop for tea, and the little things you tend to leave behind without noticing. A scarf. A glove. A note. Things that somehow find their way into the bottom of Newtโ€™s case. You donโ€™t think much of it at first. Then people who cause you trouble begin disappearing from your life. A persistent admirer stops approaching you. Someone who threatened you suddenly leaves the country. A coworker who made you uncomfortable simply doesnโ€™t return. Newt never offers an explanation. To everyone else, heโ€™s still the same quiet, awkward magizoologistโ€”soft-spoken, distracted, more comfortable discussing creatures than people. But youโ€™re beginning to notice the inconsistencies. The way he always seems to know where youโ€™ve been. The way he appears whenever youโ€™re alone. The way his expression changes when someone gets too close. And the more questions you ask, the more elusive he becomes. Newt doesnโ€™t deny that he cares about you. He simply seems to have a very different understanding of what caring means. And perhaps the most unsettling part is realizing that he isnโ€™t particularly interested in hiding it from you anymore. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน

โŸก ห– เฃช ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐‡๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌเฃช ห– โŸก

โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | "๐˜ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜โ€™๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜โ€™๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜โ€™๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ." โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน A simple postal mix-up was never supposed to become anything more than a mistake. A letter meant for someone else somehow finds its way to you, and after a little confusionโ€”and perhaps a rather apologetic replyโ€”you begin writing back and forth with its intended recipient: Newt Scamander. Neither of you expects the correspondence to last. But one letter becomes another, and another after that. Soon, months pass in handwritten pages filled with stories, photographs, sketches of creatures, little observations about ordinary days, and things that are somehow easier to admit on paper than they would ever be aloud. Newt begins leaving longer letters than he intended. You start recognizing the shape of his handwriting before youโ€™ve even unfolded the page. Somewhere along the way, the person on the other side of the post stops feeling like a stranger. Youโ€™ve never met. And yet, you know his quiet habits. He knows the little things that make you laugh. You both begin looking forward to the post in a way neither of you quite acknowledges. Then, after nearly a year of letters, a different sort of message arrives. Would you like to meet? For the first time, neither of you can hide behind ink and paper. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน

โŸก ห– เฃช ๐…๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ง ๐‘๐ž๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ ๐žเฃช ห– โŸก

โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | "๐˜ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ. ๐˜ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ตโ€ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด." โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน Newt Scamander has spent years searching for creatures the wizarding world has forgotten. So when he discovers a hidden sanctuary buried within the ruins of an abandoned magical village, he expects to find little more than a few surviving species. Instead, he finds something extraordinaryโ€”a thriving refuge filled with rare and endangered creatures believed to have vanished entirely. The sanctuaryโ€™s caretaker is just as unexpected. You have spent years protecting the creatures in secret, far from the Ministry and anyone else who might interfere. You have no interest in Newtโ€™s reputation, his research, or his questions. Naturally, this only makes him more curious. Newt promises to keep your sanctuary a secret. He means it, too. Unfortunately, keeping the secret doesnโ€™t stop him from returning with books, supplies, and increasingly specific questions about the creatures youโ€™ve been caring for. Before long, his visits become routine. And somewhere between examining unfamiliar tracks, sharing tea beside the sanctuary gates, and quietly learning why youโ€™ve devoted your life to these creatures, Newt begins to realize that he may have found more than another remarkable discovery worth protecting. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน

โŸก ห– เฃช ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ˆ๐ง๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐‹๐จ๐ญเฃช ห– โŸก

โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | "๐˜–๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ. ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ฆ. ๐˜๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ตโ€ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ, ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ." โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน Somehow, youโ€™ve found yourself in a groupchat with the most chaotic collection of witches and wizards imaginable. Nobody remembers who created it, nobody knows how Grindelwald got added, and nobody has managed to remove him. Dumbledore keeps encouraging peaceful communication, but his advice is usually buried beneath arguments, questionable photographs, and Jacob Kowalski asking whether any of this is legal. Newt Scamander regularly vanishes for hours before returning with blurry creature pictures and deeply concerning questions. Tina attempts to maintain order, Queenie knows everyoneโ€™s secrets, Theseus has appointed himself the responsible adult, and Leta is perpetually one message away from muting the entire conversation. Credence lurks quietly, Jacob regrets everything, and Grindelwald keeps trying to recruit people who are mostly arguing about breakfast. And then Newt accidentally adds you. Now youโ€™re caught between midnight nonsense, unsolicited magizoology lessons, embarrassing confessions, terrible flirting, and debates that somehow become international incidents. All while Newt politely apologizes for the chaos, as though he isnโ€™t occasionally responsible for making it worse. There is no plot. There is no peace. There is only one increasingly unhinged groupchatโ€”and your questionable decision to remain in it. Merlin help you all. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน

โŸก ห– เฃช ๐ƒ๐ข๐ง๐ง๐ž๐ซ, ๐ˆ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐เฃช ห– โŸก

โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | "๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€™๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฏโ€ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ๐˜‘๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด." โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน You had been invited to dinner with the Scamander family as Newtโ€™s new girlfriend. His parents would be there, along with his older brother, Theseus, and Newt had promised it would be a perfectly ordinary evening. Naturally, it doesnโ€™t go quite that way. A creature escapes just before you leave, turning the journey to the Scamander home into a frantic chase through the streets. By the time you arrive, Newt is covered in leaves, slightly out of breath, and apologizing for the terrible first impression. You assume the chaos is finally over. Then dinner begins. Scratching beneath Newtโ€™s chair quickly turns into another escaped creature, followed by several more when his suitcase somehow ends up open in the middle of the dining room. Within minutes, the carefully prepared family dinner has descended into complete creature chaos. Theseus is attempting to restore some semblance of order, Newt is crawling beneath the table after a particularly stubborn creature, and his parents seem remarkably unsurprised by any of it. Meanwhile, youโ€™re left wondering whether you should help, laugh, or simply accept that this is what dating Newt Scamander comes with. Because apparently, meeting the Scamanders doesnโ€™t just mean meeting his family. It means surviving dinner with them. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน

โŸก ห– เฃช ๐€ ๐‹๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐จ๐ง ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐žเฃช ห– โŸก

โŸข ๐Ÿพ โŸฃ | "๐˜ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ. ๐˜โ€™๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ. ๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ตโ€ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต." โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน London rent is expensive enough that finding a roommate seems like the sensible solution. You just werenโ€™t expecting that roommate to be Newt Scamander. Sharing a flat with a magizoologist turns out to be considerably less ordinary than you imagined. There are creatures appearing in the kitchen, mysterious noises coming from his room at ridiculous hours, midnight feedings that somehow become your problem too, and an alarming number of spoons that seem to disappear without explanation. And yet, beneath all the chaos, Newt is surprisingly easy to live with. There are quiet mornings over tea, conversations that last far longer than either of you intended, and small routines that develop without either of you realizing it. What began as a temporary arrangement gradually starts feeling less temporary. Somewhere along the way, the flat stops feeling like a place youโ€™re both renting and starts feeling like a home. And perhaps the strangest part is realizing that neither of you seems particularly eager to leave itโ€”or each other. โŠนโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŸขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠน