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[Open] I was a heavy heart to carry
Who: Newt Scamander(newtralize) and You!
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.]
VII. Wildcard
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newtralize) and You!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.]
VII. Wildcard
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He's trying though, he really is. He hated to see his brother like this. Wished that more could be done, but what really could be done? Leta was gone and you can't bring back the dead.
"Yes. She did." Newt can agree to that. Leta's life had always been plagued with a certain unfairness since she was young. He feels like she never truly got to a point where things became better for her. It was on its way there, certainly, but it never got to that point. "We'll make sure her death wasn't in vain, Theseus. We will," Newt promises. He won't say how important it was for himself to make sure those words rang true. How important she had been to him too.
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Sometimes it's easy, most of the time it's difficult.
Eventually, however, Theseus pulls away from Newt, looking at his brother with a tear stained face and red eyes. He nods mutely to his conviction to bring Grindelwald to justice, and Theseus rubs his eyes a little as he tries to control his breathing. He's not exactly better, but there's some weight off his shoulders.
There's a few moments of silence before he decides to bring up something that he's been meaning to say to Newt.
"...I'm sorry. For not telling you this sooner." At first, he doesn't meet the other's eyes, but eventually Theseus looks at Newt with a grieving, but genuine expression. While he's still unaware how close Leta and Newt were in the past, he knows that the two were at least friends in Hogwarts.
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"Sorry for what? It isn't as though telling me would have done anything, really. I'm not upset about that. I would have known eventually, which I have. Telling me, I think, wouldn't really prepare me anymore or any less," Newt replies softly. "There's no need to apologize."
He doesn't think it would matter. The way that he had witnessed it and how it settled on him. The heavy feeling would feel no less heavy. He wouldn't regret his actions of not spending more time with her when he had the chance any less.
"I'm sorry if anything. This has been weighing on you heavily since you've arrived here, hasn't it?" He's more concerned about his brother, who had held this secret close to his heart.
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"Because Leta was important to you too. You were close friends. ...She cared a lot about you, Newt."
Theseus remembers Leta being just as disappointed as him when Newt declined any offers to join them for dinner, but he doesn't bring that up. There's no need. Why anguish for time that cannot be changed? It'll only hurt them both.
But Theseus shakes his head at Newt's apology, feeling that there's definitely nothing his brother needs to apologize for. "It has, but... I didn't want you to worry about me. At least, that's what I told myself. Think part of it was just my inability to acknowledge that she's really gone."
If he didn't talk about Leta's death, he doesn't have to recall her disintegrating-- remembering her final words to him.
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A detail that he didn't think he should bring up at the moment. The last thing that he needed to do was tell his brother that he had once fancied his fiance. "Yes. I know," Newt says softly. "I-" He really should have spent time with her when he had the chance. Be less bitter about how things had fallen apart.
Even if he knew that she had hurt him quite a bit back then. Something he hadn't told anyone. Something maybe only Queenie knew merely because she had been able to get into his head without even trying. The problems with natural Legilimens.
"Well, it's hard. To accept someone is gone," Newt says. They had experienced loss, but not like this. "I think it's understandable. To need time for this. We can get through it. Together."
At the very least. He wanted Theseus to know he would be there for him. To mend their relationship.
Newt tries to offer the other a small smile. "I imagine she would tease us for taking this long, really. Took us long enough," he says with the softest of laughs.
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He hides his eyes with the handkerchief and nods to Newt's support, taking a few more breaths to regather himself once more.
"Call us a couple of gits. Wholly right on that-- but she's never been wrong."
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His mouth quirks in a crooked smile. "I think maybe that's enough for today though." He's sure that they both have a lot to talk about, but Newt was tired and Newt needed time with these things. Even with Theseus, Newt was very private about his woes. Had been since Hogwarts when he started being more distant towards others.
"You wouldn't be opposed to getting a pot started." Not that Newt has to ask. Seeing as he had collapsed; he imagines that he would have to fight the other for Theseus to let him actually help with anything at this point. And Newt has to admit he had really pushed himself a tad more than he meant to. Or should have.