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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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Perhaps unsurprisingly, Theseus moves just as quietly as Newt, his Auror training and involvement in the war giving him the experienced needed to move around the field without making any extra noise or excessive movement. Even with the warhammer on him, his steps are light, although it's definitely only a matter of time before the moles take notice of him and Newt.

"I agree." Newt's already got the right idea about this, but Theseus expects no less from him. Maybe some wizards have the tendency to underestimate him, but he knows the dangers in Newt's work. Although, if Theseus is honest with himself, Newt doesn't have the best track record of keeping structures undamaged. It's definitely not his fault, but it always seems to happen with Newt.

New York is a great example.

"Keep damage low, run less of a risk of getting injured. We'll want to draw them out soon, rather than getting caught by surprise." He nods at Newt. "I've been practicing most with protection charms, and I'm certain that I can magic a noise loud enough to bring them out."

In other words, he's fine being the bait while Newt focuses on attacks.

Look, being underestimated really works in Newt's favor. His appearance seemingly comes off as meek, which makes doing certain things easier on Newt's end. Like, you know, stealing creatures from smugglers and traffickers. Making people assume he's weak and unsuspecting. While not as great of a wizard as others, his skills weren't anything to sneeze at.

Also, excuse you. New York wasn't!!! His fault!!! He just happened to be in New York when it happened and got inadvertently involved!! It's different.

Newt is a little surprised to hear that the other had spent most of his time with protective spells. While he wouldn't say his brother is incredibly aggressive, he had always considered the other more of a fighter than himself. Protective spellwork was something he was more akin to pouring his time into instead of offensive spells, since he was never big on fighting.

He doesn't particularly enjoy the idea of the other being bait though. Of course, if there's one trait the two really shared it was stubbornness and he was sure the other had no intention of changing their mind. "Fine, but you best be careful. We only know what they're like based of knowledge. We won't actually know how dangerous they are until we're actually fighting them." As though Theseus needed to be told. "I'm ready when you are."

Newt has finally realized the futility of arguing with Theseus. It's how it should be. Besides, even though he definitely trusts Newt to fight by his side, he's also not going to just suggest for him to be the bait instead. He'd curse himself before letting that happen.

But if there's anything Theseus is acutely aware of, it's the fact that Newt's definitely worried about his safety. It might be hypocritical of him, but he doesn't want him to be distracted by that. So, he smiles a bit too confidently at his brother, trying to at least get him to ease some of his tension. "I'll be careful. It'll be fine, Newt, I trust you."

And without letting Newt respond, he holds his wand up a little before a noise starts to crackle sharply from the tip, starting there and only getting louder with each passing second.

Newt just knows better than to try and argue with the other when they're about to go into battle. If Theseus thinks Newt isn't going to stubbornly argue with the other when their lives aren't on the line, he has another thing coming. ~~Even if Newt would be pretty good at being bait if they were honestly speaking.~~ "You better. Or I'll bewitch your hair pink if you go and get yourself hurt," Newt replies with. A means to try and bring some humour, even if his nerves were surely getting the best of him.

The magizoologist slowly and quietly moves away from the other. It seems like it would make sense for him not to be too close to someone who was trying to be bait. Counterproductive even if he just stayed next to his brother.

And he can feel the vibrations under their feet already. It's so faint, but he has always picked up even the smallest details.

They were coming. Quickly.

If they had more time, Theseus would've replied to Newt's comment, saying something like 'now I can't very well have that happen,' but the older Scamander has seemingly switched gears-- his mind entirely focused on the mission now. Even without his normal magic and power, it's obvious that he's doing his best to look the Head Auror that he's known to be: focused and ready for any attack.

Theseus can already feel the vibrations becoming more intense by the moment, so he steps a few feet back, away from Newt, while keeping the noise stationary as a focus point for the moles. He still has his wand raised to keep the sound going, but the Auror doesn't want to be standing right there when the moles pop up.

And it's probably just in time too, for three of the moles suddenly burst up from the ground, swinging wildly at the open air that still's ringing from the sound. It's truly fortunate that they're unable to see, as two of them are still in a frenzy, but one's able to sense the feint noise coming from Theseus' wand, and whips one of its infected strings at the wizard. Theseus manages to block the attack in time, throwing up a protective charm, but it's likely that he won't be able to do anything else but defend himself right now.

Especially as the other two moles have finally turned their attention on him as well, hearing the sound of the shield blocking an attack.

None of the moles seem to take note of Newt, their attention turned to Theseus currently. The two start to make their way over to Theseus and the third mole that had attacked him. A three on one situation certainly doesn't look to great. It's a good thing that Theseus isn't a lone.

The earth underneath the two moles rumble before shooting up as though the earth itself had come alive. It slams up against the two moles trying to advance on Theseus and sends them flying with a pained squeal. Newt isn't too far with his wand raised. His focus was never on combative spells, but that doesn't mean he didn't take the time to learn. Newt was a pacifist, not a fool.

"Theseus. The warhammer." If Theseus wasn't as experienced in being on the offensive, he still had a weapon on hand to fight the moles. Surely, the other could use it to his advantage. Right?

The pained screams from the two moles draws the attention of the remaining one that's been attacking Theseus, screeching loudly as it turns to face the direction of the noise. But Newt's right, there's no time to waste-- the opportunity to strike is now. Theseus isn't fully confident that he can strike this mole down with magic in a singlular hit, but the warhammer...

He quickly slides his wand into his pocket and pulls the warhammer from his back, managing to secure a tight grip on its handle before swinging down as hard as he can on the distracted mole in front of him.

A sound of metal breaking into bones and flesh resounds throughout the area as the mole lets out a dying noise, its claws waving around weakly before finally stilling. Theseus keeps the warhammer on the mole, just a little stunned by his own actions. He's certainly killed before, but not in this grim manner.

The grotesque sounds of bones breaking and the squealing sounds it makes as it dies is easily heard from the other. It makes his stomach flip and leaves an awful taste in his mouth. He tries not to think too much on it. They had to do this. He was just hoping that it would happen in a less than awful way.

That and- "Don't just stand there!" The two other moles had turned their attention back to Theseus. The one they had killed was the smallest of the three, which can only mean... "They're rather cross with you, you know." The two moles dive back under the ground.

It's very unlikely the two moles are happy to know that they had just killed the other and Newt knows a thing about angered beasts. It's never a good time.

"I know, Newt!"

Newt's voice manages to break Theseus out of whatever trance he's been in, pulling himself up just as he watches the two remaining moles dive back underground. They're definitely not happy and he's still going to be their main target, but that's the plan, right? Theseus grips the warhammer a bit tighter as he moves away from the spot he's been standing on, hoping that his light footsteps go unnoticed.

He doesn't want to count on the moles attacking where he was previously standing, but that's his current strategy. Maybe he'll have the time pull out his wand and--

Except one of the moles come up right in front of him, bursting from the ground with a ferocious snarl. And the second mole isn't far behind, roaring up from behind Theseus to have him surrounded. The Auror doesn't have much time to really do anything, except block the front mole's attack with the hammer.

The second mole, however, has a wide opportunity to attack...

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The second mole doesn't get time to attack. Instead, it lets out a squeal of pain and Theseus may feel some heat on his back before the mole is forced to dive back into the earth.

Newt has his wand out; hand shaking slightly. He had set the creature on fire. By no means, did he think it would kill the beast, but it was more to distract it from attacking Theseus. And it was at least successful, because the mole has returned back underground; using the earth to quickly put itself out. At the very least, this gives Theseus a bit of time to handle the mole before him before the other mole tries to attack again.

That is...if the second mole is still intent on targeting Theseus.

With the second mole screeching in pain, the mole that's currently fighting Theseus finds itself distracted by the noise, obviously worried for the other. But the moment it turns its face towards the sound, Theseus grips the hammer tightly before swinging it directly at the mole's face. Another distinct sound of metal crushing bone echoes throughout the land before the mole drops to the ground, unmoving.

Well, that's two down.

Theseus spends less time recovering from killing the second mole, now looking for the final one. It's definitely not going to be pleased and Theseus begins to move away from the body, tense but ready.

Newt cautiously takes a few steps only to yelp as the ground underneath him caves in. Right. The ground underneath them was far from stable with the moles burrowing through the earth beneath them.

The younger Scamander is already trying to scramble back out. It isn't necessarily deep or anything, but it definitely puts him in a more vulnerable position. Especially since they don't know where the remaining mole was still. "Thes-"

"Newt!"

There's no time to feel relieved that Newt hasn't fallen hard, because with a familiar screech, the final mole digs itself up from behind the younger Scamander, rearing its tentacles and claws at him. Theseus feels the warhammer slip from his hands as he pulls out his wand, pushing back the familiarity of someone he loves about to be attacked by an enemy.

He can't let this happen again. He can't lose--

"STOP!" A pointless yell, but Theseus couldn't stop himself as he sends a paralyzing spell straight at the mole. It's enough to stop it, but the effect will only last a few seconds.

He doesn't take the time to brace himself for whatever is to come. Newt can only hope he can climb out in time before he takes any major damage.

Of course, it never comes. He scrambles out and quickly gets to his feet and turns to find that Theseus had temporarily immobilized the mole.

Newt doesn't think; the earth rumbles before it suddenly shoots up to launch the mole into the air while it's immobilized. "Theseus! The hammer!" He's not sure if he's asking for it or if he wants Theseus to use it, but he most definitely wants the hammer. Newt's offensive spells just weren't strong enough to kill. They were certainly good enough to cause damage, but he hadn't invested any amount of time to being lethal. It wasn't really in his nature to.

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He doesn't take the time to be relieved over Newt's safety, quickly bending down to grab the hammer before tossing it over to his brother. "Here!"

Theseus figures that Newt's in a far better position to land a lethal blow. And while he knows that killing is always a sort of last resort for either of them, he just trusts that he'll be able to go through with such an act. It's why Newt called for the weapon, right? They took this job together and knew that this would have to be the end result.

...He'll talk to Newt later on, when this is all over.

If anyone else was here, they'd probably be aghast at the idea of people throwing a bloody warhammer around, but here they are.

Which is fine because Newt easily catches the weapon; using his momentum to swing the hammer one-handed to slam it into the mole as it falls back to the earth. The sound it makes gives him goosebumps and he tries not to think too much on it.

Newt knew that you can't save everyone or every creature, but it was rough to still go through with it.

The loud sound echoing the defeat of the final mole causes Theseus to let out a slow breath, his eyes staying on the dead creature for a few seconds before he turns his attention to Newt. It's clear that the mole won't get up after a blow like that, but it feels a little improper to congratulate his brother for killing a creature, no matter how infected it might've been.

"..."

He cautiously begins to move towards him, taking care to avoid any more pitfalls, but Theseus wants to double check on Newt right now. He's just standing there with a bloodied hammer, the remains of the moles caked on the weapon and it's quite a gruesome sight. Maybe if Theseus wasn't so preoccupied with his brother, he would've noticed the small twitch of the mole behind him, not fully defeated yet...

Newt immediately drops the warhammer as he staggers a bit. He lets out a few deep breaths before turning his attention to the other. He starts making his way over to the other. It was over, he thinks at first. Newt, however, was trained to see even the slightest movement. Years of studying creatures and picking up the smallest detail had become second nature to him.

His casual stumbling quickly became a run towards Theseus. "Theseus!"

Things were chaotic, they hadn't checked to make sure that they were surely dead. The body naturally fights to stay alive- Ah, Merlin. Why is he even thinking about this all. He needed to get to Theseus before the mole did!

Theseus stops moving when Newt begins to run towards him, a little surprised to see his brother change pace so suddenly. It's not like him. Besides, that's not a look of relief on his face, it's one of concern, but why--

The loud screech from behind him soon answers all questions.

He's able to look back in time to see one of the mole's infected tentacles lash out towards him. The shock of seeing the critically injured mole still alive almost throws him off balance. Theseus barely manages to toss up a shield charm, but the appendage breaks through it, the spell only slightly slowing it down. There's definitely no time for Theseus to dodge now.

There aren't many thoughts going through his head at the moment. The only thing he really thinks is that he doesn't want Theseus to get hurt. It doesn't even really occur to him what he does.

One moment, Newt is running towards Theseus. The next moment, Newt has forgo the whole running aspect and just teleports himself between Theseus and the mole. For a moment, he doesn't even register the pain that goes across his back (maybe it's the adrenaline). He just wraps his arms around the other to shield Theseus from the appendages from the infected mole.

He just offers this shaky smile to Theseus.

Time almost seems to slow down for Theseus, his eyes widening as Newt suddenly appears in front of him. He barely registers Newt's arms coming around him, watching as the appendage strikes across his brother's back, taking the blow that was clearly meant for him.

"Newt!!!"

Seemingly satisfied with its last attack, the mole lets out a last terrible cry before collapsing to the ground, unmoving. It's a good thing too, because Theseus is holding Newt up, his focus just on him as panic begins to override his normal calm.

"Newt-- Newt! Why did you- you absolute idiot!" He has to get his brother to safety now, that wound is infected and normal healing won't help. It's probably the only rational thought Theseus has left, battling alongside the anger and worry he has for him.

"You really don't need to yell. I'm right here," Newt answers softly. He isn't sure what he's feeling is pain. Or maybe he expected it to her a lot more than it actually did, which doesn't say much to the severity of it all.

Though he will note that he can barely keep himself standing. Well, that's unfortunate. His legs shake as he leans most of his weight on the other. He's really quite tired, he thinks. "Are we done? I'm tired, Theseus." Yes, this is the real issue.

Maybe he's a little bit more out of it than he realized. This probably does nothing to assuage Theseus' worries.

Theseus tightens his hold as he feels Newt lean more of his weight against him, not wanting to let go-- he can't let go. The fact that Newt isn't reacting much to the injury is worrying in itself. Has the infection already taken place? He wants to chastise himself for even letting this happen in the first place-- for letting Newt get injured.

But standing around and being mad at himself isn't going to help Newt. It's that thought that drives Theseus to actually move.

"Hold on, I'm getting you help. Just stay with me. You're gonna be okay..." He has to say that, if only to convince himself.

Newt shuts his eyes after a moment. "It's fine if I'll rest then. We're done, right?" He's tired, so Theseus won't mind if he lets himself rest now. "I'm quite tired."

He's not going anywhere, so he can just rest while he gets help. It's not like he can move right now. Moving while injured is a bad idea. It would be best for him to lay there and wait until more personnel come. "I'm tired." He thinks he feels rather achey too.

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