newtralize | The End Of Love

I promise you that is my farthest intention. But it does sound like you could regale me with a few stories. [ With what he knows of Newt and what Theseus has told him, he has no doubt those tales would be interesting. ] If you’re up for sharing, that is. [ There was no pressure and never would be.

To see Newt work so to put it all together... maybe he dove too quickly into the deep end. Well, better to shock and adapt than take too long with all the basics, right? Maybe not baby steps so much as a light jog. ] Because that’s what they used to be, at first. [ Percival tries to keep the grin to himself. Newt was trying so hard, it was... charming. ] They were just phones until we needed them to be more, and then they became... everything.

[ He takes his phone back into his pocket with a shake of his head. ] But I promise they’re not as intrusive as they sound. Not anymore, anyway. They’re very helpful—we’ll get there. Would you like to see your room before tea?

My brother would kill you if you tried. [He says that very honestly. Honestly, Percival could accidentally insult the other and Theseus would make his way here. Like some sixth sense involving Newt.

It's really very tiring.]

Muggles sure do like to make things complicated. [Newt huffs a little. Hopefully the other isn't offended by his words. He doesn't mean much of it, but it does feel complicated to him.] Everything? Merlin, I'd lose that within the day. [He would. Maybe if he thinks of phones like wands, then it makes sense. It would definitely find little use by the Brit though.

Newt looks taken aback though.] Oh- I- I didn't realize I was getting a room? I don't want to intrude or anything. My case really is fine enough without taking up too much space of your home.

I have no doubt, [ Newt is quiet honest about it and Percival believes him wholeheartedly, still he laughs at the idea. An overprotective sibling wasn’t something he had, and he finds the sentiment endearing despite the topic. ]

No, it’s— [ He pauses, considering. Hm. ] I guess it is, when you think about it. Still, it has a great deal of convenience. It’s like a wand, for non magical folk. The closest we’ll get to it, that is. [ The smile is a little bittersweet and he shrugs to distract from it. ] They’re expensive too, so there’s some incentive to keep track of it.

[ He shakes his head, flatly waving a hand at Newt. ] You’re not intruding. I had a spare, it was just collecting dust so I cleaned it out for you. Consider it a safe space for you to get away from things. Or, [ The laugh is light when it leaves him. ] A room to store your case in. Either way, it’s yours while you’re here.

Well, it's important like a wand from the sounds of it, but it isn't a wand. [This might come off pretentious, except-] Wands only channel something that's innate. Muggles had to build everything inside that right? I would find that much more impressive. Complicated, but impressive. [Newt has always been impressed by what muggles do to make up for their lack of magic.] Oh, dreadful. I really am gracious I've not needed one. [It probably drives Theseus a little insane how old fashioned Newt is though.]

Oh! I really- You didn't have to. [He knows Percival is busy that he really didn't need to clean a room up for his stay.] Thank you though. Your hospitality. It really quite nice of you to do this. [He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.] I'll be happy to that cuppa first.

[ There’s a part of him that, despite knowing a bit of Newt’s nature, ruffles at the words. He knows, of course, a phone isn’t a wand; it was why he said like. The most he gives away is a breath but by the time he goes to speak Newt explains himself further—letting any prickled feathers lay flat again. His thinking was… sweet.

So there’s really no helping the tease: ] Oh, you might just need one. [ Percival smiles, letting the idea linger for a moment. ] In time, [ Is the reassurance. ]

You’re welcome. [ That smile turns devilish and teasing to something softer then at Newt’s thanks. ] I wanted you to feel at home here, or, [ He laughs as he turns to grab a mug of the cabinet. ] As much as possible. [ He stretches one arm to pass the cup to Newt as the other reaches for the soon to be whistling kettle ]. Any sugar, cream?

Oh no. Oh dear. I really would advise against it. I would lose it most definitely. There is multiple ways I would lose it. [Newt flushes a little, embarrassed.] It would be a waste on me and I imagine that they aren't particularly cheap. [And Newt was a very frugal man.

The Brit ponders over Percival's words for a moment. Home was never a place to Newt and Newt can't remember the last time he considered home being a place. Home to him was more like the constant sounds of creatures and the smell of earth. It was the soft fur under his fingers or a wet tongue or the slight bite from being scratch or bitten.

He's only pulled out of his thoughts at the sound of the whistle and Percival's question.] Oh! Uhm- If it isn't too much trouble, I'm rather fond of honey and milk in my tea...

Oh don’t worry, [ Percival counters, really unable to help the continued teasing. ] We’ll get you a mitten clip for it so you can’t lose it. [ A better idea hits him and: ] Or I’m sure we could enchant it, so it returns to your pocket if you walk away. If such a thing exists, [ He laughs airily. ] But yes, they can be very expensive depending on the model.

[ They’d find Newt something nice that didn’t break the bank.

But to the request of tea additives Percival pauses, setting the kettle down on the counter with a pause. ] I’ll have to get you some honey, [ He clears his throat before motioning to the glass dispenser next to the coffee press. ] I hope sugar will do for today? We do have milk, [ Comes the reassurance as he walks over to the fridge.

He makes a mental note to get more milk too, when he gets Newt’s honey later. It’s dangerously low, although definitely enough for a cup of tea right now. And maybe a half after, if he wanted more. He sets down the small jug and goes into a drawer for a spoon. ] I’m a terrible host, I apologize, [ The joke is light. ] I’m not used to serving tea.

Oh, yes. You can enchant things, but sometimes they get a little needy. Attachment issues and I already got one little fella who would not take too well to something else vying for my attention. [Newt says it so seriously too.] Expensive! Oh, no. I really don't think that's necessary. [He didn't want the other to feel obligated to paying for something for him nor did Newt think he had the means to afford it himself.]

It's really no problem. I don't want to impede anymore than necessary. [The other didn't have to offer anything, so he was grateful as is. He offers a small, shy smile.]

From what I remember, Americans are more partial to coffee. Unfortunately, I never had a taste for it. As for hosts, I wouldn't be able to say. Most of my recent interactions with people have been far less pleasant, so I think you're doing quite fine.

Needy? [ A little fella? Percival would rather like to see this thing that would get jealous of a piece of technology. Was it another piece of tech? Or was it’s Newt’s wand. Would it get jealous of sharing pocket space? ] Maybe we could make a trade, then. A phone for magic lessons. [ A pause. ] Mechanically speaking, of course. Not literally. [ A no-maj was a no-maj, even if he’d grown up alongside the magical community. ]

You aren’t impeding at all, [ Comes the reassurance with an airy chuckle. ] I’m was just vastly unprepared for someone partial to tea. [ A tease? Yes, in hopes to make Newt feel a little more comfortable here, and he hopes his smile after reflects that. ]

Still, as someone who grew up watching their parents host events, I can confirm for you—this is not my best. [ And a poor show of an impromptu sort-of tea party. ] I’m glad to hear you think it’s fine. I’ll make sure to do better next time.

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