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]

[ 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. ]