The End Of Love

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We were reaching in the dark
That summer in New York
And it was so far to fall
But it didn't hurt at all
And let it wash away, wash away

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[ 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. ]

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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.

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[ 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. ]