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Newt Scamander ([personal profile] newtralize) wrote2019-03-08 10:26 pm

The End Of Love



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
periit: (to make it in this world)

[personal profile] periit 2020-09-14 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
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.