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[Open] I was a heavy heart to carry

Who: Newt Scamander(

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When: Throughout the month of August
Where: Various Locations
What: Quests, Magic, Canon Update, and a heavy dose of sad.
Warnings: Canon Update to end of CoG and will include mentions/talk of death.

I. Arwel's Favors
[One of the upside of having his niffler was for the array of items that the small creature brought back to the house to outfit the new burrow it was making for itself. Of course, a lot of these items weren't well suited for the creature's burrow and eventually abandoned. Either way, there were an assortment of items that he could drop off. Scales and baubles and bells collected from Harry, who isn't too pleased to have some of his treasures taken.

Newt leaves the establishment with the scarf tucked around his neck before taking a walk around the town, not aware of the effects the scarf might have.]

II. Lunasa Ceremonies
[Newt was fond of dancing, but he was far less willing to dance this time around after his rather mortifying display before with the love potions and all.

He had only meant to watch the merriment (he enjoys people watching), but he finds himself suddenly being dragged into the middle and pushed into another person.] Ah wait- [Too late. It seems you're stuck dancing with the man who awkwardly is staring down at your feet and not your face.] I, oh Merlin, I'm quite sorry. I-

[At least he isn't drunk on some potion this time, but this is really not his element.]

III. Lunasa Catwalk
Oh, absolutely not. No.

[He'll dance with strangers and get pulled into their ceremonies. What he isn't going to do? Be a model for someone and walk some catwalk where everyone can stare at him. That is possibly...the last thing he would ever do willingly. Which is to say, it seems like he isn't getting much of a choice. The young fashion designers are just shoving clothes into his arms to change into.]

I- No- I didn't sign up for this.

[Help...]

IV. Mirror, Mirror (August 10th)
[It's early morning when he finds himself pulled towards the Looking-Glass House. He never had a strong care of going to it. Even with new people arriving, he wandered to the Coven moreso than the place filled with mirrors.

Yet, he found himself drawn to it and wanders into the same room where he had found himself arriving months ago. He places a hand on the mirror he had walked through out of; curious as to why he felt pulled towards it. It happens in a flash that he almost wouldn't have believed what had shown in the mirror. He would, if it didn't weigh so heavy on him immediately.

The return to England to Paris to Hogwarts.

He backs away from the mirror as though it had burned him. He felt lightheaded. Breathless. Newt stares at the mirror before looking at the room before looking back at the mirror.

Eventually he leaves though and wanders through the town listlessly for a bit. Newt can be found throughout the city. His usual haunts, but there's a certain sluggishness in his step. A faraway look in his gaze as though he's not really focusing ahead of him and completely lost in a turmoil of thoughts.]

V. Pile's Plea (August 10th and beyond)
[Note: Newt is canon updated at this point]

[The loose pygmy jacks are a good distraction for Newt. He's a common face at Pile's Petagorium, unsurprising no one.

He's got an armful of the small creatures as he's running down a street following another one of the small rabbit-like beasts. Chasing slippery little creatures is somewhat of a normalcy for Newt. He had chased after his niffler countless times that chasing these little guys is almost refreshing. Though, the quantity of them is probably the most tiring part. With the nifflers, he had only five at most to chase after. With the pygmy jacks, he isn't sure if it'll ever end.]

Oh, come on now. [Weaving through people with furry animals in tow is also a little troublesome.] They weren't kidding when they said they weren't familiar with the city. I think I've found them in every corner of the city. [The ones already in Newt's possession look up at Newt innocently enough.]

VI. Wilde Quests
A
[He lets out a bit of a yawn before rubbing his eyes. Surveillance wasn't usually an issue for him. He had done plenty enough stakeouts in the past, but sleep had been fairly difficult as of late.

There was action here and there, which was enough for him to keep going, but enough downtime that it let him to his thoughts too long. He held his wand loosely in his right hand as he watched the witches work on their teleportation spells before glancing around him.

While Newt was usually a quiet man, he seemed quieter than usual.]

B
[Supply runs was better to keep him busy and being quiet, quick and undetectable was definitely a skill Newt had honed over his travels.] This way.

[He speaks in a hushed, quiet tone as he gestures his partner to follow him. He's equipped well enough to fight if they had to fight, but Newt would prefer getting through this without any fighting. He really had enough fighting for a little while.]

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Average rabbits can give birth every thirty days or so. I don't know the particulars, but it was mentioned that they were paying those who brought any of them back and any off springs... [He hasn't been able to observe them more, but the statement in itself was worrisome.]

I would appreciate that honestly. [He smiles a little and pats Toothless' snout.] Not just them. I got injured recently on a quest. [Which, surprisingly, has nothing to do with his mental state. That's another can of worms completely.] It's making running around the city a lot more work than I want to admit.

'And any offspring.' Oh. [Cringe. That does sound like they're fast breeders.

Toothless lets out a happy little rumble, flashing pink gums, nosing into Newt's hand for a moment before he takes off. Taking that as permission, apparently. Hiccup, though, looks worried when Newt mentions he was injured.]

How'd you get hurt? How bad is it?

[Newt watches as Toothless rushes off happily enough. He smiles a little at that before turning his attention to Hiccup.]

Oh, uh. I'm not actually quite sure? The hit itself knocked me out, but I can never gauge how serious things are. My brother has a bit of a dramatic flair to him at times. I think he was quite upset because I had taken the hit for him. [He wasn't sure, but he's still kind of feeling it now.

One would think he'd take that as an indication to rest more though.] I'm not bedridden though.

Head injuries are pretty serious, are you sure you're- okay? [Look medicine on Berk is very, very primitive. He knows a guy who cracked his skull and has to wear a metal bucket. Poor Bucket.] I mean- yeah, that's, that's probably something to be upset over. What- were you two even doing?

Oh, my head is fine. I, er, took injury to my torso. [Which isn't a better answer, really. A lot could go wrong when there's so many organs at risk and the infection isn't anything to sneeze at.]

Wilder's request. We had to kill some infected creatures. Luckily, it seems that despite being stripped of our original magic, we kept some particulars. I've found that average people are much more fragile in physiology than wizards. I'm happy to say that my physiology still is intact. [A fancy way of saying that Theseus and Newt can weather stupid decisions easier.]

How did you get hurt in the first place, what- what infected creatures did you guys go after? [Yeah that's pretty equally worrying but he supposes at least Newt is still up and about.] So you, uh, heal faster because you're a wizard?

[Toothless comes trotting back, utterly pleased with himself, and opens his mouth (teeth sheathed) to drop a spit-covered, indignant, sticky-but-blessedly-unharmed pygmy jack at Newt's feet.]

Oh- Toothless, gross.

I, er, I shielded my brother from an attack. [Which probably sounds typical of Newt to do.] They were infected moles. They were causing issues out in the farmland.

We're sturdier than average, but I guess that makes more sense since average injuries are more extreme for us to. I suppose our healing is faster too though, but most injuries don't get left to heal normally. We have potions and herbs that increase the rate of healing.

[Newt looks at the poor little creature.] Oh...Perhaps we should join Toothless in finding them. Not that I don't appreciate your help, Toothless, but I think you might just traumatize them if you...put them in your mouth. [The pygmy jacks don't know Toothless isn't gonna swallow them. They're just going to assume a big predator is eating them.]

Oh, those- yeah, those can be pretty nasty. It's always worse when it's a living being and not just the plants. [Living out there just past the slums, in the woods, Hiccup has definitely seen some infected wildlife.] I guess they have that here, too, don't they? At the infirmary. The, uh, the healer we have back home only uses- well, it's not magic.

[Hiccup stifles a little laugh, rubbing the sides of Toothless' face and leaning down to touch his forehead to the dragon's.] Good effort, bud, but you should stick to search and let us do the rescue. [Toothless grins a big gummy grin, bumping Hiccup, then Newt with his nose. He brought your weird rodent thing!! He did good!!

Aside to Newt, still trying not to smile,] Honestly this is why we had to make dragon costumes for the sheep. They're still terrified of the dragons.

I don't really enjoy it. Having to harm them. [And kill them, honestly. Still, Newt wasn't so naive to think everyone can be solved peacefully. It still isn't something he likes to do.] Yes. I've been trying to see how the fauna here can benefit us in some ways. It's been touch and go though. [A lot of just, well, trying it.] It's rather impressive to me. Getting by without magic. Especially when it comes to injuries.

[Newt grimaces a bit. At the very least, he can just use a bit of magic to dry the poor thing up. The little guy is definitely shaking though as Newt magics away the saliva and picks the pygmy jack up.] Thank you Toothless.

I mean, you can't really blame prey to be scared of their predators. Enough of that, let's get these guys back to the shelter though. I'm running out of hands and arms to carry them all.

If there's anyone who does, I don't want to meet them. [They both understand the necessity sometimes, but that doesn't mean it isn't still hard. That it won't always be hard to have to put down creatures that were once living, or are still living but too far gone to be healed.] Magic is just as impressive to me. And all the things you've found out here.

[Toothless finally looks pleased at the thank you, purring with self-satisfaction, and Hiccup laughs softly, patting his scaly head.] No, I don't blame them. Sometimes dragons can be... a little too enthusiastic. [Hiccup never really forgets that Toothless is, ultimately, a predator, but he knows his dragon, knows his intentions are usually good.]

Sure, we'll head back with you. And then if there are any more missing, we can go after them and- keep them out of my dragon's mouth this time. Sorry, little guy.

They tend to be an unsavory lot, so best you not meet them. [Newt has had experience with the sort. He can't say he likes them much.] Oh well, thank you. [He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.] I'm fascinated by this world. It shares similarities to what I'm familiar with, but they're still quite different too. I want to be as informed as possible is all. It would be important, right? To be prepared.

[The poor creature curls up into Newt's arms.] Well, he found it before something else did. [Because there's things out there that might actually consider these poor guys a meal.]

Yes. Lets. [Newt starts heading back to the petagorium. His pace is slow though.]

Even more differences, for me. You're right though, it's good to be prepared for anything. Who knows what could happen here. [He rubs a hand over Toothless's head again, motioning him to follow them, which he does, at a pleased pace, tail swishing.

Hiccup notices how slowly he's moving, and wonders if he's hurting from his injury, or if it's something else. After a few blocks, he rests a hand gently on Newt's elbow, looking over at him, concerned.] You sure you're doing okay? You can ride back on Toothless if you're still hurting.

[Newt offers him a smile. It's a tad tired.]

Yes. I got hit in the back and I don't think I initially realized just how bad the injury might have been. [He doesn't think the pain had initially registered and he didn't quite feel it until he had come too again. By then, he had woken up to a very worried Theseus back in the city.]

It's fine. I'm recovering and I need the exercise so to speak. Physical therapy and all. [Though, he was probably pushing it given that he's been running around the place rounding up all the pygmy jacks he could.

Maybe Hiccup won't call him out on it.

Or realize that Newt most deifnitely is overdoing it.]

Okay, but- [Hiccup frowns, looking at Newt and the pygmy jacks, then shooting a glance at Toothless. They seem to share some kind of wordless communication that has the dragon nudging at the backs of Newt's legs.] You probably got enough exercise chasing down those little guys. Seriously, Toothless doesn't mind, do you, bud?

[Toothless lets out a soft rumble, apparently not minding at all. He's pretty fond of the human that his human is fond of.]

It can't hurt to take a break. We'll get you back to the Petagorium.

[The Brit has always been rather terrible about accepting help. He was too independent to a fault. Being on his own for so long did nothing to help that.] I'm quite fine. You really don't need to worry about me. [Stubborn. Newt was also very stubborn.]

I really don't want to inconvenience you more than I already have, besides.

[Stubborn is something Hiccup knows all too well. It runs in the Haddock family, after all.] Telling your friend not to worry about you doesn't really make them stop worrying. [He points out with mild amusement, gesturing subtly with his hand to Toothless.

The dragon barks out a sound like a laugh and nudges his head forward, essentially using it like a shovel to scoop Newt up and slide him onto his back. Hiccup stifles a smile.] It's no inconvenience at all.

I'm obviously well enough to get aroun-[Newt doesn't finish speaking before a small yelp escapes his mouth and he topples backwards and onto Toothless' back. He clings to the pygmy jacks in his arms who are squeaking and frantically looking around.] T-Toothless!

I-I can walk!

[Toothless just lets out a happy rumbling purr, trotting along at a leisurely pace with his new cargo. Hiccup falls into step alongside, stifling his laughter.] Toothless doesn't seem to think you should. [Is he using his dragon as an excuse? Yes, he is.] Just humor him. He thinks he's helping.

I think Toothless would know if I'm humouring him or not. [He makes a small noise in the back of his throat.] You two are both working against me. [Conspiring against him.]

You're helping me quite enough as is. [One of the pygmy jacks wiggle out of Newt's arms and curiously wanders on Toothless' back and moves to sit atop of Toothless' head.]

Nahhh. He's a dragon. [He's a very intelligent dragon and absolutely knows what's going on, but Hiccup is feigning innocence.] Where would you get that idea?

[Toothless just seems pleased with himself though, eyes rolling upward to try and get a glimpse of the pygmy jack on his head. He lets out a rumbling little purr of noise, keeping his head level so the little thing can remain on its perch.]

What else are friends for?

Pickett, is a small creature that hides in my pocket. [As if Newt of all people would accept the reasoning of Toothless just being a dragon.] There's no way I'd underestimate a dragon. I handled them during the Great War.

[The rabbit-like creature sniffs at Toothless curiously before getting on its hind legs to look about them.

Newt's face seems to light up a tad though. Just, the word friends was so foreign to him that there was something so nice to hear it from another.] Yes, I suppose that is what friends do. Help each other. Thank you.

I know. Ukrainian Ironbellies. [Hiccup sounds fond, half suppressing a laugh, like he's heard this story before. He probably has at least a couple times by now. Newt had mentioned the Ironbellies when they first met, actually - in a strange faeryland dream months ago.

A laugh, now that he knows he's won.] Right, exactly. So you'll take the ride back to the Petagorium.

[Toothless' answering rumble is delighted. They probably look like quite a sight, a dragon with a pygmy jack on its head carrying a man, with another man walking alongside.]

Yes! [He huffs a little.] What I'm saying is that there's no way you're going to convince me that Toothless is just being a silly dragon because silly dragons are still very intelligent! [He knows that they're teaming up against him!]

I don't think you're giving me much of a choice, really.

[He settles though. He has to. The other pygmy jacks are either settling into his arms or they're trying to clamber all over him.]

Intelligent dragons can be pretty silly. You've seen him play fetch with my leg, right? [It's one of his favorite things about Toothless, that he can be so smart and yet so ridiculous sometimes when he's playful. He's a lot like Hiccup, honestly, or Hiccup's a lot like Toothless.

But the point is: yes, they're absolutely teaming up.]

There are a hundred kids in this city that would kill for a dragon ride. He's very popular. Besides, this way you can focus on not letting those little rabbit things run away again.

I also have seen you interact with him and now that you two have a very special bond together. [Two against one is very unfair, Hiccup!]

They haven't tried to run once I've calmed them down. [It's true. They seem pretty content bundled up with the Brit. Perhaps not so surprising. Newt seemed to have a particular way with creatures of any size and kind.

But Newt can't deny that the ride is helpful. His body is aching somewhat and even he knows (perhaps he knows quite well even) of his limitations.] I think this is all I'll manage today.

[Open] I was a heavy heart to carry

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