The End Of Love

[newtralize]

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]

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.