newtralize | The End Of Love

Percival it is then. [Newt offers a bit of a crooked smile at the other.] There's really no reason to apologize. It's a rather old hat, but I would prefer not to lose it as it's also my only hat. [Though, he could just transfigure something into a hat. He just would hate to lose things belonging to him regardless of the battered state many of his items were in.

He takes the hat from the other, but just nervously fidgets with it.]

Oh! I, uhm, can't. [He didn't have anything pressing in reality, but-] That is. I won't have freetime until the evening. Unfortunately. I do apologize... [He might be trying to avoid having a meal with the other for a few reasons, but he earnestly didn't want to be stuck in a public setting if the need to leave was necessary.

He imagines the other wouldn't have time in the evening, so no harm done.]

All the more reason for it, I’d argue. [ Despite the word, or implying it was possibly was something to argue about, Percival’s tone is still kind and warm. As he watches him fiddle with it as they stand, he wonders if Newt would be interested in someone restoring it, and how to bring it up without it coming across judgmentally superficial. He just knew Newt liked to keep his things and— ]

Oh, [ Is the immediate soft sounded noise that leaves Percival when Newt declines the offer. He shakes his head even, when Newt apologizes. ] No, that’s not a problem at all, I understand, [ There had to be a reason Newt was in New York, right? The man must have been busy. ] Dinner then, [ He proposes instead without missing a beat. ]

I know a quiet little rooftop that has a wonderful selection. [ After the journey Newt’s undoubtedly had, after all their time apart? It was the least he could do. ] My treat, I insist.

I should have been more careful. [Newt kind of shrugs a little as he keeps his gaze down; fingerings fidgeting with the brim of his hat. Newt either fixed things by hand or just relied on magic. The longevity of items only lasted as long as they did because of magic. The items would fall apart otherwise.

For a moment, he thinks he's safe, but then the other offers dinner and-] Oh. Uhm- [He had already said he would be free in the evening. He had no reason to decline the other and he couldn't think of a plausible reason not to agree when he had already implied he was free.]

Of course. [Applesauce.] That sounds wonderful. You really don't have to, so uhm- thank you. I'll, uhm, I'll be happy to meet you there tonight.

Surely the wind had more to do with it. [ He’ll look into it for him, a sort of welcome to New York gift, even if the man would (likely) only be here for a short time. It’s clear Newt had a love for his well-worn things, and Percival knows from experience even magic can only hold things together for so long. But it’s a thought to be expanded on another time. ]

Excellent, [ Is the warm smile as he reaches into his coat and pulls out a blank business card. At least until he starts speaking, where ink flows in time with Percival’s voice. ] Chateau Madrid, 231 West 54th Street. [ Some gold-leaf scrolls out near the corners as he hands it over. ]

There’s no formality, so dress as you like. [ Percival will still be dressed as he is, leaving MACUSA to go there directly. ] What time would you like to meet?

[A twitch of a smile.] Shouldn't someone working for MACUSA avoid doing such a thing while in public? Seems a little risky for an auror to be doing.[He only knew that the other had been pursuing that line of work and had assumed he managed. He can't imagine the other not succeeding.

He takes the card from the other though and tucks it away in one of his many pockets.] Oh. Ah, eight if that isn't a problem. [Even though the sun should be setting earlier during this time of year, he rather be safer than sorry. It would ease his anxiety somewhat at least.]

I'll, uhm, see you then?

What attention could friends making plans draw? [ Percival’s smile grows fonder at the twitch of Newt’s. ] Don’t worry, discretion is apart of my capacity as director. [ No, they weren’t alone, but with the blustering wind the few no-maj’s around had their heads down and tucked into their coat collars. ]

Yes, I’ll see you at eight, [ He confirms with a nod. ] Make sure you come hungry, the food is as good as the view. [ And there wasn’t much that could beat rooftop dining. ] Take care, Newt.

[ Percival wishes there was something that could beat the time between their parting and meeting again, however. There was work, of course. He didn’t skimp on it but in his anticipation for their dinner plans, he only made himself more productive. A double-edged sword.

Leaving MACUSA early, having finished his workload for the day and then some, he heads to the restaurant—where he leaves a short description of Newt to the maître d' for when he arrives. As he waits Percival looks over the menu briefly and the partial skyline of the city, on occasion jotting down thoughts on a notepad. ]

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