newtralize | The End Of Love

I'll be honest that I take comfort in British cuisine, but I have definitely eaten far better things throughout my travels. [And he can honestly say that British food is far from the most enjoyable, but he won't deny that he does love it all.] I think foreigners tend to have trouble eating the puddings in particular. [A quiet chuckle.]

Just because it's on your list of schoolbooks didn't mean you had to read it all so soon. [He's definitely teasing the other somewhat. Percival's request though. It does take him by a bit of a surprise.

A surprise and a touchy topic because the students technically weren't supposed to know. Still...] Would you like to take supper with me? [He couldn't have Percival out after curfew, but he doesn't think it would hurt to let him see them again.]

Oh, [ Just as quickly as he says it Percival recognized the razzing. ] I know I didn’t, [ It’s a nervous laugh that stumbles out of him but he keeps his smile all the same. ] I wanted to. Couldn’t put it down. [ Had to was more the term—so he could do his other schoolwork properly.

But the silence that follows in the professor from his question gives Percival a small bit of worry. He’d only asked because no other students were here, and he wonders if he’d stepped over a line—he knows he’s not supposed to know.

He starts to retract his question with a breathless sound when the surprise of this turns back on himself. Taken aback Percival blinks, his smile gone only for a moment before he replies. ] Yes, I would. [ Another beat and: ] As long as the pudding is good. [ A small grin with it; a tease of his own. ]

[There's a soft laugh from the professor.] I appreciate it. I'm glad that someone might have interest in the subject. People were far less enthused about it when I had been doing the research for it. [Newt was also not very popular amongst his peers.

To be honest, he thinks he isn't still, but Hogwarts has always had an eccentric list of professors.]

I will have you know that the house elves make a smashing toffee sticky pudding! [Newt lets out a huff as he ushers the other out.] Now off with you. I'll request them to serve extra food in my office, so you can come by when supper comes. [He always took his meals in his office. Newt still wasn't really much for being social most of the time.

Hopefully the other will be able to pay attention to his remaining classes before dinner comes.]

You’ll have to tell me about it—your travels, [ He clarifies. ] When you were writing the book. [ Though he might have heard some ostracizing from Newt's peers, he didn’t think them the excluding sort. Not to someone who made such a contribution to discovery as the professor has.

Books are held close as Newt politely shoos him out, Percival’s laughter at the insistence light and that grin still present as he walks. ] Until then, [ He glances over his shoulder as he walks down the hall, waving as he does.

Very little of his attention is poured into the classes that follow, his excitement for the evening occupying a great deal of his mind. Time drags so slowly, Percival is nearly sure supper will never come. The end of classes helps, in that his own time flies by more quickly. He finishes his homework in the time before dinner, hoping when the time came that the rest of his evening would be devoted elsewhere.

And when the time comes, Percival leaves early to make himself on time to Newt’s office. Punctuality is only polite, isn’t it? It certainly doesn’t make him look excitable. Even his knock is calm and considerate. ]

You'd be stuck hearing me prattle for quite awhile.

[Newt is known for rambling and he really didn't know how to stop when it came to talking about creatures. It really is an issue when the recipient to his rambling is far less enthused about creatures.

Newt doesn't think much about Percival's request, but that's perhaps he has to teach students throughout the day. He is ready when the other comes around. Somewhat.] Oh! Do come in- Harry, get back here this instant.

[Percival will open the door to the classroom in slight disarray and Newt holding a platypus like creature in his hands. The creature was currently trying to stuff a pocket watch into the pocket on its tummy.] Ah, yes. Hullo. Uhm- [He gestures at his desk which had been cleared of whatever objects Newt usually kept on it and now had dinnerware and food set a top of it.] Why don't you tuck in while I deal with this problem. I'll be happy to join you shortly.

[ Percival’s attention snaps up to the activities beyond the door in front of him, wondering just who—or what, rather—Harry is. But he has the clear and so he wastes no time in coming in and closing the door behind him to make sure whatever it was Newt was taking care of didn’t escape. And what a sight the room is in.

Though he’s on the opposite side of it, he can see the creature squirm and try to stuff its treasure away. Not unlike a student set loose on Hogsmeade for the first time, Percival is captivated by (what he assumes to be) Harry. And though he’s undoubtedly worked up a hunger for dinner, now he’s distracted, much like that first night here. ]

Is that a niffler? [ It seems also that his excitement was no longer held back either. ] The one you drew for your book? [ It had a striking resemblance to the illustration. ]

Yes it is. They're native to here, actually. Though you'll struggle to find them as they can make themselves rather difficult to find. Slippery little things. Nuisances to many, but I can't help but be at least a tad fond of them. Though...

[He turns his attention back to the niffler in his hands. The creature just looks up at Newt with innocent eyes.] Oh, no. No amount of looking at me like that isn't going to get you out of this. [He sighs though as he starts to shake the creature. Countless objects spill out, but Newt acts like it's just another day ending with y.]

This is Harry. He has been a companion of mine for some time now. I had him while traveling for my book. He is starting to get on with his years, but as you can see, he's sprightly as ever. Little bugger.

[ The niffler is a strange sort of cute, Percival thinks, but doesn’t dare say out loud. He’s nowhere near as frightened of it as he was of Lilac, but perhaps his thought on the small billed creature makes it past his silence. It could also be the same amazement when he first saw all those beasts.

However when Newt starts to shake Harry, Percival nearly laughs. It’s cut off when items start pouring from nowhere Harry should have been able to hide as many things from. Or at least until he catches a glimpse of green tumble out of that pouch.

It sounds surprised, disbelieving even, as he fishes in his pocket and seems to come up empty. It’s only a few steps closer to the small pile at Newt’s feet and Percival kneels down to pick up a collar pin; green gemmed and scorpion shaped. ]

I didn’t know it was miss— [ Percival takes a breath and looks up to Harry, who’s very pointedly staring at the pin in his hands. ] When did you take this? [ As if Harry could, or would, admit to the thievery. ]

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