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[newtralize]

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Ah. Er, hello? Oh, uhm. This is rather weird...right! T-This is Newt Scamander. Well, actually, this is a pre recorded message for Newt Scamander. I'm quite busy, so I may have missed you. Do please leave a message and I'll get back to you. Apologies.

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delivery on the 22nd

[vermillon]

[There's a box on the doorstep. A box wrapped in bright red foil, a silky silver ribbon tied around it with a bow on top. Inside the box is a book called "Between Planets", a potted plant, and a lint roller. On top of the pile is a simple piece of white cardstock paper with elegant cursive words penned in red ink (notice a pattern?), as if written with a quill or a fountain pen.

Happy holidays.

Who could have sent it? Well, all that red looks a lot like the red a certain someone likes to wear, right? Who apparently has a quirky sense of humour.]

text;

[herbmancer]

_{[Hey, magical brother from another mother.]}

So what would it take to get a little Hogwarts-style Yule going for the holidays? Don't get me wrong, Brakebills was great on our end of the pond, but prepubescent me has ALWAYS wanted a wizard Christmas.

Think about it. We could pool the best of both worlds.

_{[Say yes. Say yes!]}

[newtralize]

Oh!

That was

Well, that was mildly terrifying. I didn't realize this would make such a loud noise when receiving messages.

Uhm. What do you mean Hogwarts-style Yule?

[He's a little slow with replying back. He's doing his best, but phones are very new to him.]

Delivery on the 27th

[spectacularlyhighking]

[it took him a few days but success tastes like delicious cinnamon.

Newt will find a bag on his doorstep with a rather fancy array of ribbons and bows decorating it. A note reads]

Thank you for sharing. It may not be liquid courage, but it tastes pretty damn close.

X Eliot

[inside the bag is a bottle of amber liquid. The previous label had been peeled off. If Newt tries it he'll find it to be a close homemade version of firewhiskey]

delivery on 2/24

[tagartist]

[ There's gonna be a box on his door, and inside is a painting, a box of homemade cupcakes, and an assortment of teas.

Also definitely at last one (1) box of condoms because she thinks she's HILARIOUS.

Plus a note! ]

Happy birthday! Do something (or someone*!!!!) fun!

- Chloe

* If you actually choose this route, you tell me immediately.

backdated to the birthday boy's party!

[herbmancer]

_{[At some point during the festivities, Josh will pass off his gift: a wax seal set, which will hopefully make a homesick Hufflepuff feel a little more Hufflepuffy and a little less homesick. You know, for all those letters Newt will be writing in a bid to avoid learning to text. :')]}

4/4 a package.

[shuttersense]

[A package arrives on Newt's doorstep, labelled neatly with his name. Inside it contains...

a photo album, and hundreds of photographs, taken seemingly over the course of the year. Most of them are of outside and various places in Deerington, with people never being the subject of the photographs; it may seemingly be avoided at times.

There are also photos of the underground tunnels, the masked world, the amusement park, among many others. Perhaps if he asks around, he'll receive answers as to why he has so many...and who took them.]

delivery

[justbeingknife]

[ There's a strange deer figurine outside Newt's door, with antlers covered in bright red plum blossoms...

The deer statue can be removed from the hospital and kept. If a character keeps the statue next to their bed, they'll have very odd flickering dreams that look like they're wandering Deerington but they'll hear a young girl's voice talking often. They'll be unable to figure out what exactly she's saying, but the voice will be familiar to them. They won't really know why, obviously, but they'll feel as if they've heard it before. ]

text; forward-dated to whenever they're both not children

[tagartist]

[ Before all this fuckery happened, she'd been intending to check in. So it's sometime in May that she's grabbing her FLUID to contact him. ]

hey
are you okay?
and don't pull any bullshit punches you know why i'm asking

[newtralize]

What? Yes, I'm fine.
Why do you

[Oh. It does take him a moment because he idly has been kind of pushing it out of his mind. Not that it doesn't linger in his thoughts on a daily basis, but he can easily guess why she might be asking about how he's feeling.]

I'm getting by.

[That's like one of the most noncommittal answers one can give.]

text;

[herbmancer]

Why am I seeing your ghostly visage outside the grocery store?

_{[He'd tentatively ventured out to buy supplies for werewolf brownies and now tHIS.]}

[newtralize]

Wha

Oh, bullocks.

[Out of sight, out of mind. Or more like, Newt has been trying to not think about it too much.]

Because I died.

Sorry. [Sorry??? For dying???? Because that's what someone should say when they're the one who died apparently.]

text; un: Northstar

[speed_of_snark]

Hey, where ARE you? I can't seem to find you anywhere and your brother showed up and was worried which I think is a bad sign.

text; un: Hufflepuff

[newtralize]

Wha

Why are you texting me? [This Does Not answer Jean-Paul's question at all.]

voicemail

[boyobscured]

I'm sorry to bother you, to...ask you. I don't know who else to ask.

Do you know Albus Dumbledore? I met him recently, but I don't know anything about him.

[ He supposes it's probably obvious that he's heard this man's name, and obvious who he heard it from. Newt knows that Credence went with Grindelwald, and he figures Newt knows that Grindelwald considers Dumbledore an enemy. All the other things that go along with this, he doesn't want to talk about. But he wants to know more about Dumbledore from someone who isn't Grindelwald, someone he thinks he can trust. ]

Anyway if you can call me back or talk to me in person somewhere, I'd appreciate it? Thank you.

Audio

[newtralize]

[Newt doesn't take too long to contact the other first.]

Hello? Credence?

Sorry, I had been wrapped up with things. [Deerington has always done a good job with keeping them busy at times. It feels like the events have been neverending recently.]

I'm sorry. I- [He laughs a bit. He sounds a bit distressed.] I can't really answer that at this moment, if I'm perfectly honest. I've been made aware that I have relation to him as at least a student. Perhaps a friend? I don't remember. [It's such a bad time to forget things.] I can possibly speak more on the matter in a month or so, but I don't know.

I don't know when I'll regain my memories. [There's speculation, but they had only Vira-Lorr's deaths to work with. There wasn't much information to work with at the time pertaining consecutive deaths.] I'm sorry, Credence. I wish I could say more. I can only assume that he was fond of me to some extent given how we have spoken to each other since his being here.

action

[creidim]

Newt—! [ Her voice rings out excitedly as she almost skipping down stairs at speed. Creatures still asleep stirring at the noise of her, Luna calling breathlessly to the ones she passes on the way down: ] Hello—! Yes, morning everyone—! Newt—!

[ She's already rabbited on at a poor half-asleep Theseus for a good ten minutes before she finally makes an appearance downstairs. The elder Scamander had been almost helpless, yawning into his tea as he tried to follow along to her chatter at speed before he'd mentioned going and finding Newt.

An excellent plan, she'd thought, gathering the small pile of books and hurrying into the basement.

It's first time using the blessings basket and she's impressed with how well it's worked. Each of the books she'd asked for had arrived, including one she'd asked for Ben that she thought he might like. She does, however, need to think of a better offering than her own blood, though. The deep cut across half of her left palm still stings a little, but it's been carefully cleaned and bandaged. She can't go cutting her hand every time she'd like something.

She's excited, though. It's something from home. And she's keen to show Newt her own copy of Fantastic Beasts - she'd mentioned it being used at Hogwarts these days, but it's nice to actually show him that - and all her notes she's written in the margins from classes.

If... she can find him, that is. She stops suddenly, actually wondering where he is — he hasn't called out to her. ] Newt? Where are you?

[newtralize]

[Newt's schedule (or lack of) has really got turned onto its head. On one hand, it really didn't change anything if he were honest. He still held odd hours and all, but he had found that he now had to make certain precautions if he wanted to leave the townhome in the day. That much of his travels had started happening when the sun was down or before it had risen.

And so, he found himself up at odder hours more or less.

Really, it isn't all that different to his usual.

Greg raises her head for a moment. She yawns and shifts a bit to rest her head back down and continue sleeping. That's probably when she finds Newt. The man sits up and runs a hand through a mess of curls; still very much not quite awake yet. He had fallen asleep with the Zouwu it seems. His appearance wasn't exactly unchanged. There were certainly changes, but perhaps it was more subtle. The almost deathly paleness of his skin (which could be hard to really tell when he was pretty pale before) being one of the harder things to tell. He yawns a little which exposes pointed fangs.

The most telling of changes though is the way his chest doesn't actually really rise and fall. That there were bright limbal rings and his usual blue eyes were gold.

Otherwise, he really did look the same.] Mmm...Luna?

[He blinks once. Twice. Before sleepily glancing at her direction.]

action ;

[periit]

[ Sleep had been a hellish thing. It hadn't always, just... recently. For the last few months, though especially now that he was in Deerington. It was worse here, and for reasons he couldn't get out of his head. Reasons he'd only told Newt about, because he'd gone and gently pried it out of him like he does.

Thankfully.

It had started late at night, simply existing in the same room. And when he graduated to nodding off and waking in a panic, he'd only been met with reassuring smiles that helped chase away the paranoia in his head. And when he needed, Percival found himself offered Newt's bed, the one tucked just next to his desk. He never would have imagined the sound of Newt's writing, mumbling and shuffling of paper would be the thing to help him sleep.

Which is likely why he wakes up to the lack of it.

Stranger still is Newt himself—not coming back from the kitchen or going in or coming out of his case—but at his desk, right beside him. Percival squints, slowing sitting up on an elbow. ] Newt, [ He quietly calls, blinking heavily as he tires to focus more. ] ...Newt?

[newtralize]

[The arrangement had been somewhat odd at first. Strange. A little awkward even. For him to be a somewhat reassuring figure to Percival was a strange thing because he wouldn't expect the other needing it. No, that wasn't quite right. He was sure that the other needed some sort of comfort, but he wouldn't have thought that they would get it from him. Newt wasn't exactly a people person, but the auror seemed to sleep better and he wasn't about to deny a good night's rest because he's as awkward as awkward comes.

Newt's hours were always inconsistent. Odd. They always changed, though he had become more active at night due to circumstances. He had adapted to the vampirism, though it was a bit of touch and go at times. Mostly when it came to eating. Animal blood only got him so far and Newt was somewhat reluctant still about feeding off others.

At least Newt being a vampire wasn't much of a well kept secret or perhaps it would be frightening to find the man slumped in the chair. No vital signs of any kind, but that was expected because Newt wasn't technically alive.

It seemed Newt had dozed off in his chair. Quill still clutched in his right and ink slightly smeared on parchment with Newt resting his head on the table. Probably not an unfamiliar sight to Percival, who was also prone to overworking. While Newt was usually mindful of his time and health (he had to be), sometimes it would slip and Deerington never lacked something to keep him busy with.

For now, he seems to be at peace and asleep to the world around him. He shifts a little when the other calls his name out, but doesn't awaken. Well, at least he's definitely not dead.]

**special delivery**

[endlessflask]

[ Left outside Newt's door is a small, wooden crate filled with a variety of things. First, a few bottles of homemade eggnog (careful, it’s boozy!). There is also a bundle of cinnamon sticks and whole nutmeg, attached to a tiny grater so you can add fresh spices to your festive drink. Tucked away in the crate is also a festive tin, filled with a variety of holiday cookies - shortbread, gingerbread, and sugar cookies.

It’s not all just food and drink. Safely concealed in a small, cloth bag, is a charm, along with a note: wear me for a little extra warmth!. And, just for Newt, there's a bunch of dog and pet toys.

A tag attached to the crate simply says: Happy holidays, from Q & Eliot.. ]

Delivery on the morning of December 25

[almightythirst]

[ Christmas morning finds a package done up in crimson paper and gold ribbon on Newt's doorstep. Inside of it are two things: a plate of biscochitos, and a hand-whittled approximation of Pickett. It's signed with a Merry Christmas, partner -- Jesse McCree. ]

christmas present

[boyobscured]

[ He got a well-dressed teddy bear with a small, working watch. The note included says "I thought this watch would be a good distraction for the Nifflers. You like animals, so I thought you'd like this bear, too." It's signed with Credence's name (just his first name). ]

december 24th

[creidim]

[ The package is unassuming: small and soft to handle, wrapped in plain brown paper but tied with a delicate silvery ribbon. Inside is a hand-made striped scarf in Hufflepuff colours, Newt's house. Additionally, she has knitted in Newt's initials on one end of the scarf.

When worn, the scarf will radiate a low-level warming magic to keep the chilly weather away from its wearer.

Inside is a handwritten note, the verse of one of the Sorting Hat's many songs —]

To Newt,

'... you might belong in Hufflepuff,
where they are just and loyal.
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
and unafraid of toil.'

Merry Christmas,

— Luna.

backdated to merry chryslar

[portraitor]

[On Newt's doorstep is a small bag of various candies that Mary likes that she thinks Newt might like too, along with a crayon drawing of herself, Newt, and his various magical creature companions that Mary has met before as they're all playing together in the picture.

The message reads "Merry Christmas! Thank you for being my friend!"]

delivered on christmas

[tagartist]

[ There's a bunch of cookies in an airtight container and a hand knitted tiny sweater that is marked as being for his Niffler. ]

Happy Christmas, Newt!
-Chloe

action ; on the RMS dinner bell

[periit]

[ What a wild time this was. An ongoing party; endless music, drinks, food. New faces and old acquaintances. Some quite old, ones some would rather not admit to. Sentiments he openly played along with, much to his own conflict. Something he still couldn't quite shake. Something which drove him to, in private, follow after.

Sneaking about the ship like some kind of heel was abhorrent, truthfully, and yet the comfort that followed it, the thrill of reacquainting with someone of a past life was all too compelling. And all quite dangerous. Especially with the nuances he's seen in the other.

It leads Percival to the ship's deck in the middle of the night, looking for a certain mop of curls off by themselves, and it takes time. When he finally does, however, the pallid skin almost glowing in the ambient lamplight gives him pause.

Though not for long.

He clears his throat before speaking to announce himself. ] Did you finally tire of hiding away? [ A tease, clear by his tone as he approaches Newt. ] I don't believe I can ever recall you preferring to stay inside so long.

[newtralize]

[There was a lot to take in about being stuck on the Titanic with memories all intact. Well, there's a lot to take in about this whole thing. From the mix of people who retained their memories to those that seemed to be entrapped in this facade, it has been a rather stressful ordeal if he's being honest. Stressful and, if he were honest, painful.

It wasn't that he wasn't used to people forgetting him. He was quite familiar with that, given the whole Statue of Secrecy. It's being forgotten, pretending to fit in as a muggle, and also being a vampire. The vampire part was, most definitely, the worst of it all. He couldn't leave the confines of the ship until the sun has set, and it was leaving him rather antsy. Everything about being stuck confined surrounded by so many people was really a test of his self control.

As soon as night hits, Newt usually leaves to the deck for fresh air. He doesn't breathe, no, but it's the principle of it all. He hated feeling like a caged animal, and that was very much how he felt.

Newt startles when the other makes himself known. He keeps his gaze down, though Percival might catch a glimpse of gold in Newt's eyes. Luna had been his only source of food, and he had always pushed his feedings off for as long as possible.] Graves. [He shuffles from foot to foot. Nervous.] Just getting, uhm, fresh air at the momen- [Wait.] How would you know? If I were inside for so long? [Percival was first class like Theseus was. How could the other know about his long hours off the deck?

Well, the better question would be as to why. Was the other seeking him out?]