𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐗  𝐀  𝐁𝐈𝐓  𝐀𝐒  𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃.    perhaps  she’d  overreacted—    not    out  of  character    for  herself  as  of  late,    under  the  stress  of  current  events…    and  while  help  would  be  appreciated,    the  walls  leta  has  built  around  herself  remain  high  and  strong.    ❝  nonsense,    i  can  finish  it  myself,  ❞    she  declines  theseus’  offer.    she  simply  stares  at  him  for  a  second,    as  if  waiting  for  him  to    move,    before  finally  ducking  around  him  to  open  her  office  door.    ❝  well,    if  you  have  more  paperwork  for  me,    please  leave  it  in  my  mailbox.    i’m  sure  jordan  is  looking  for  you,    too.  ❞

Credence simply made a sound deep in his throat that showed his discontent of Gellert Grindelwald’s escape.  “I’m … feeling okay,”  he put simply. The kettle hung over the fire began to whistle, and he stepped over quickly to lift it up from above the flames and onto a rag he had laid down earlier to protect the bar top. Not that it really mattered too much, the thing was already chipped and burnt and scratched up.  “As okay as a dying man can feel … it comes and it goes.”  Credence had long accepted his fate; the Obscurus was poisoning him. He grabbed two cups from behind the bar and gestured vaguely for Theseus to go ahead and take a seat.  “Albus is optimistic that we can prolong my life, though. Which … is some comfort. He’s really smart. He knows what he’s talking about.”

𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇  𝐍𝐎𝐖,    𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐀  𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒  𝐈𝐓.    all  this  time  building  up  walls,    she’d  done    so  well    to  keep  his  charm  from  getting  to  her—    and  now?    she  finds  herself  trying  her  hardest  to  keep  a  straight  face  when  he  flashes  her  a  wink  in  the  corridor  or  compliments  her  dress.    she’s  sure  to  tell  him  that  at  dinner,    too,    the  absolute    bugger.    a  stern  glare  meets  his  gaze  from  across  the  table  as  she  picks  at  her  plate,    and  it’s  accompanied  by  an    unamused    shake  of  her  head.

…    though,    she’s  still  struggling  to  hide  the  smile  on  her  lips.    ❝  you  know,    i’m  tempted  to  ban  you  from  speaking  to  me  at  work,  ❞    she  comments,    taking  a  bite  of  her  salad—    thank  merlin  he  knows  now  she    doesn’t  eat  meat,    since  their  last  dinner  had  been…    well,    something.    ❝  people  are  going  to  start  thinking  i'm    approachable,    and  i  can’t  have  that.    especially  not  people  like    yaxley,    who  searches  for  absolutely  any  opportunity  to  harrass  me.  ❞

@heauror        ||        sc.    (  feat.   leta  lestrange  )

“He’s not here, I’m not sure where he is. He asked Aberforth to help him with something, and they left without telling me what it was- it didn’t seem that serious, though.”  From his tone of voice, anyhow. But it seemed his uncle always had a rather calm nature about him, even in the throes of disaster or betrayal. Credence would never forget his gentleness even when faced with an assassination attempt.  “They left me here to watch over the inn.. Uh, I’m not really suppose to be letting people inside when I’m by myself but I think it’d be okay if it’s just you.”  Credence was, after all, still very weak. The Obscurus fed off of anger and sadness, and now in the company of his true family- a family that seemed to love him, cherish him, he was no longer on death’s door. But he was still incredibly sick, and fragile.

Credence took a step back, and gestured for Theseus to come on inside; It was freezing outside anyway, and he felt bad for leaving him on the front stoop for as long as he had. There was a nice, warm fire crackling in the pit and a fresh kettle of tea that he had just hung over the flames only a few minutes before.  “Is there something wrong? Is it Grindelwald, did you find him?”

𝐈𝐓'𝐒  𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐓𝐎𝐎  𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘  𝐓𝐎  𝐋𝐄𝐓  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐆𝐄𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐇𝐄𝐑.    and  though  she  may  have  a  hard  time  looking  him  in  the  eye  knowing    she’s    the  true  reason  newt  had  nearly  been  expelled  from  school  all  those  years  ago…    theseus  means  well,    &  it  kills  her.    if  he  only  knew…    a  soft  sigh  is  exhaled  as  he  hands  her  the  papers,    and  she  rises  with  a  more    respectful    composure.    ❝  thank  you,  ❞    she  utters,    though  she  remains  stoic  as  ever.    ❝  was  there  something  you  needed  help  with?    i’m  a  bit  at    capacity    right  now  with  incident  reports—  ❞

“      no.      i   was   only   looking   for   jordan.      ”        and   he’d   only   stopped   off   near   her   door   to   let   a   few   officials   by      (    though   an   opportunity   to   tease   her   is   a   welcome   side   effect   of   that   decision    ) .      theseus   doesn’t   quite   soften  ,    but   he   does   add  ,        “      i’ll   send   amelia   to   assist   you   with   those  ,    if   you’d   like.      ”