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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[periit]

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. ]