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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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[ The surprise that finds him isn't in regard to Newt. Not entirely. Percival was surprised that, while Newt had changed outwardly, he was still that good-natured soul he had known. Rejecting the normality of the class he was born into and yet still kind, and humble. It's refreshing.

Percival finds himself smiling as he dips his head momentarily, gently clearing his throat as he brings it back up. ] Perhaps you weren't, but popularity is fleeting. [ He'd never seen much appeal in it, though he understood it's usefulness. ] You always have been, however, particularly kind. [ And what kindness had Newt been shown in return for it? Percival wasn't so far gone in his class he could turn a blind eye now that there was opportunity. Certainly not for an old friend.

He doesn't move, even as Newt tries to downplay and explain away his concerns. Well, at least he doesn't move away. Percival does move closer, his head tipped to the side. ] Your pale skin. The hollow of your cheeks. The flare and hunger in your eyes. [ Fingers move up, enough for his thumb to brush over Newt's bottom lip and gently pulling it down. ] A hot meal is reassuring for the other passengers, I'm sure. But you, Newt?

[ The pause finds his entire body before he takes a soft breath and shakes his head with a toss of his eyebrows. ] I'm positive they don't give you what you need. [ He slides the rest of his hand up to the spot he's made with Newt's mouth, thumb and forefinger laying on either cheek, his wrist angled up to press skin against pointed teeth. ] Isn't that right?

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I don't really like the attention of others. Popularity just sounds stressful. [Constantly scrutinized constantly. He doesn't miss that at all. There was just so much more freedom being someone who blends into the crowd. Newt's disinterest in material things also just meant that he didn't really lose much by losing status.

Even comforts could be found in Third Class.]

I'm not- [Newt goes completely still like he had been petrified. Percival's grip isn't painful. Just firm. He could practically taste salty skin against his tongue, which he's really trying to not do. The last thing he wanted to be was enticed and the other was making that incredibly hard.

Percival can see how Newt's throat moves, like it wants to swallow.

And then Newt starts to shake a little. It's tempting. To bite down and break skin. To taste blood on his tongue. He doesn't though. All he can do is look at the other with pleading and desperate eyes. A slight nod of his head finally.]