Call me Newt

the-perfect-scientist​:

Carlos blinked, a little surprised by the ask. “Oh - oh yeah, sure, Newt,” he said lowly. Carlos glanced around, looking for a good spot to use any magic. Unfortunately, the area was a little crowded at the moment, so Carlos offered his arm to his friend.

“C'mon - walk with me,” he said. “Just lean on me if you need to, partner. We’ll be outta here in a jiffy.” He pointed just ahead. “We’re gonna head down that road and when we’re just in the treeline we can dust out.”

“Thank you.” He replied softly, taking his arm. He wasn’t walking as quickly as he usually did, nor did he seem to have any of his usual excited energy. Instead, he seemed drained, on top of the visible signs of something being wrong... whatever that was. 

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“It’s not a bother,” Carlos insisted with a smile. “Dad will love the company, and so would Mikey. Really, Newt, it’d be mighty swell if you came by. Dad loves cooking for folks.”

And Carlos would like to see Newt get a little color back in his cheeks, and recuperate somewhere safely. And yes, he missed Newt too - it had been a while and Carlos never had a way of locating him when he wanted to send a letter. Rental birds could only do so much with little information.

 Newt hesitated for a moment, but he ultimately found himself nodding. He knew he needed to rest, but... company, friendly company, would be nice. And as much as he hated to admit it, he likely needed help. 

the-perfect-scientist​:

“Newt… you’re shaking like a leaf,” Carlos said gently.

Carlos couldn’t think of what had happened to him; they hadn’t had a storm recently, and besides Newt didn’t appear to be wet. Sure, he could have perhaps fallen into a lake after one of the local monsters, but Carlos had a feeling that that wasn’t the case.

“When’s the last time you’ve eaten? You should come by mine - Dad’s making something fresh today.” He held up his shopping in between them with a slight smile. “I just got done getting groceries. There’ll be plenty to eat. I’m also making pan dulce to round it all off.”

He really wanted Newt to say yes. Something didn’t seem right with him, and Carlos wanted to get him home and settled, even if it was for him to get some rest.

Despite the relief of seeing a familiar face, after everything that had happened Newt was finding the concern a little overwhelming. He looked down as Carlos spoke, and offered a little smile. He was torn on what to do; he just wanted to rest, sleep for days and recover, but... the company of a friend wasn’t something he’d had the luxury of experiencing for a while. 

the-perfect-scientist​:

Carlos looked through the selection at the market for supplies for dinner. His father wanted to make chicken tacos that night, so Carlos was picking up things from the list he was given for the tortillas and salsa.

“Muchas gracias,” Carlos said with a smile after paying the shop owner’s daughter. “¡Buenos días!”

He left the shop, slipping his purchases down into his charmed shopping bag. Carlos consulted his shopping list again to make sure he got everything and marked off the last two items before putting that in his bag as well. He sighed, feeling accomplished, and started looking around for a good spot to apparate from.

However, Carlos spotted something he wasn’t expecting - or rather, someone!

The blue coat and red hair gave him flashbacks of someone he hadn’t seen in a very long time - years, in fact. And when he noticed the man carrying a case, he couldn’t help his feet carrying him forward to approach him.

“Excuse me?” Carlos said politely, trying to get his attention. “Excuse me, sir?” He caught up and stopped in front of him. Seeing who it was, Carlos immediately broke out in a grin. “Newt! I thought it was you!”

But seeing the state he was in, Carlos’ smile dropped and he looked Newt up and down. “What the hell happened to you, pally?”

Everything felt a little fuzzy... but that could have just been a side effect of everything that had happened to him. Everything felt detached, muffled, distant. He continued along, willing himself to continue moving forward. 

Suddenly, however, he became aware of the fact that someone was calling to him. He slowed, and then suddenly... 

“Carlos?” He asked in confusion, his eyes widening as the man stopped in front of him. Of all the people to run into... it was good to see a friend. 

It was supposed to have been a simple study. Newt had managed to track down a Snallygaster, and had been investigating her for a few days... until the poachers had arrived. They had tried to attack it while it was sleeping, but Newt had noticed them before they could get to it, blocking their spells. From there, things had escalated, and... 

Now, Newt was making his way back to town. He had managed to patch himself up as best he could, but there was only so much he could do. He was dirty, his clothes and skin having a layer of grime from everything that had happened, and while he had managed to disappear the blood stains, it was clear that he was in rough shape. 

As he walked, it was impossible to miss the way his whole body was shaking, from his hands to his legs. He was shivering badly, almost as if he were in the middle of a blizzard, rather than a warm spring day. As he made it to the edge of town, trying to make it back to the hotel he was staying in, he caught more than his fair share of strange, or concerned looks - though he ignored them all as he focused solely on moving forward. Once he got back to his room, he’d be able to rest.