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“Credence, have you seen -” Newt stopped his question as he saw Credence relaxing in the grassy plain of the case with Dougal at his side, watching as he swung a shinny pendant right out of the niffler’s reach. Newt couldn’t help but to smile at the sight. Having gotten the answer to his question before even having finished it.
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levi has a type and apparently it’s “peope who are confused/affronted by compliments”
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“You’re a scrawny one, aren’t you? Well that simply won’t do” this was perhaps why Tonks was always in trouble, she was too trusting at times. But then again-- it also helped more people then it hurt. “Well it can’t be helped, come along little fledgling, in you come” at the very least she could feed a fellow witch.
he’d been about to leave for the night, but a bleeding auror on the floor of his office is certainly reason enough to work a little overtime. levi can smell the firewhiskey on credence’s breath — not exactly a method he would have chosen had he been there at the time, but credence seems to be calm, sort of, and distracted from the pain he must be in, at the very least.
“ didn’t i see you last week ? ” there’s a slight smile, an affectionate joke to compliment the worry in his eyes, but he doesn’t look up, focusing instead on carefully peeling the torn fabric of credence’s shirt away from the damage so that he can see what’s going on. “ you could always knock on my front door if you miss me. ”
but it’s difficult to do anything useful at all, leaning over credence like this, unable to use his left hand because he’s using it to support himself. “ do you think you’d be able to stand up if i help you? this would be much easier if you were sitting in a chair. ”
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something that makes your muse smile , clothing style , did your muse grow up too fast?
something that makes your muse smile
he’s quite a smiler, so there’s a lot of things, but just one thing would be his little black, one-eyed cat ! her name is nikiya, she was a stray that lived in nocturne alley, and she’s the apple of his eye.
clothing style
answered here !!
did your muse grow up too fast?
yes. i think everyone who was growing up during/leading up to the war had to grow up to fast. outside of that, levi would have been friends with cedric diggory, to what degree i haven’t yet figured out exactly, and that death would have happened shortly before levi turned sixteen. it’s not his first experience with death ( his grandmother died when he was six years old ), but losing a friend like that hits hard, and it really changes his perspective on the world, and the nature of other people.
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There was no way of telling time in the cells. Leta didn’t know if she had been there for months...years... days. There was no true way of telling anymore. All Leta knew was that no matter how they tried to change her mind, her answer had remained the same that it was in her family tombs. No. But that didn’t stop them from trying and trying to change her mind, be it through a talk or some other form of manipulation. Hence she was used to visitors stopping to her cell or in the cells in general, spotting the visitor, however, she got worried.
“... What are you doing in here?” She remembered all too well Credence crossing the flames. She remembered the guilt she felt in watching him separate from his friend to go to a place that Leta knew would be worse for him. In truth, a large part of her blamed no one but herself for this, but for whatever reason, here he was, outside of her cell. Alive, unharmed, and seemingly alright. At least for now.
“Credence you shouldn’t be down here.” Her words croaked into something of a warning, though it was all based from concern, unsure of what Gellert would do if the boy was spotted down here. “I... I don’t know if it is safe.”
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his face is a half-remembered dream, the kind she tries to hold onto when the morning comes, the kind that slips through her fingers like water in cupped hands. modesty blinks, then blinks again : he does not vanish into mist. “credence?” she has learned to speak in more than a whisper since she had last seen him, yet how easily her voice slips low again! as though dreaming still she takes a half step forward, one that trembles upon the lip of stumbling. the hand that reaches out for his just as it once did trembles truly. “it’s....it’s really you?”
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Their new weapon hadn't ceased to be skittish, but become even more so, Vinda had been told by one of the spies working under her – so skittish, in fact, that both of them feared he was about to become useless to Gellert's plans.
“It won't do, my dear, if the boy doesn't feel at home soon,” Gellert had told her the very moment she'd reported back to him. “Am I asking too much of you if I request you take care of the matter personally?”
“Rest assured, Gellert. That has been my intention from the beginning. You can leave him to me and focus on what is truly important.”
Wasting no time to get to work, Vinda asked one of the servants about the young man, who had formerly been known as 'Credence', and soon, she found him pacing one of the castle's long hallways and looking rather nervous and uncomfortable.
“Are you lost?” Vinda asked, careful to not approach him too abruptly, and her intonation made it ambiguous whether the question was of a literal or metaphorical nature. “Would you like some tea?”
