Key:
Canon House: 🤍
House I've Given Them: ⚪
Gryffindor: ❤️🔴
Hufflepuff: 💛🟡
Ravenclaw: 💙🔵
Slytherin: 💚🟢
Other School/Situation: 🩵
(Usually it's fairly intuitive but this time I chose to specifiy, if no specification is given it's because they were either homeschooled or dead too young)
Ilvermorny (USA): 🎈
Beauxbatons (Western Europe): 🪽
Durmstrang (Eastern Europe): ⚓
Mahoutokoro (North East Asia): 🌸
Koldovstoretz (Russia/Northern Europe/Western Asia): 📖
Castelobruxo (South America): 🪴
Uagadou (Sub-Saharan Africa): 🌒
Muggle/Squib: 🧡
Creature: 🩷
Imogen "Immy" Ashwood 🩵🎈
Arnold Guzman 🩵🎈
Percival Graves 🩵🎈
Yusuf Kama 🩵🪽
Grindelwald's Acolyte Krall | Dmitri Krall 🩵📖
Fulcran Lestrange III 🟢
Hector Podmore 🟡
Theseus Scamander 💛
Torquil Travers 🟢
Willa Weholt 💛
MACUSA Executioner Bernadette | Bernadette Williams 🩵🎈
Augustus Worme 🔵
Momolu Wotorson 🩵🌒
(one year empty)
Grindelwald's Acolyte Abernathy | Otto Abernathy 🩵🎈
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Well, immediately after building, Percival existing set both brothers off. (It's okay guys, I understand. He's hot.) Newt kept getting distracted, mostly by the local animals, so Percy got to make a move on These first. However, once given the time to warm Newt up (I'm very mad, i thought i set them to partners, but APPARENTLY NOT), naturally, wild sex happens. Now Theseus is mad. I may have forgotten to turn off jealousy. Oh well. This is fine.
Theseus is just furious about the whole thing, but he's not ONCE taken it out on anyone. Instead, he goes to the bathroom mirror to talk himself down. It's pathetic and adorable. He's also a puddle boy like Sharp. If Percy tries to do the same, I'm gonna blame it on them being Aurors.
Oh right, oh, uh, the other lot, uhhhh Sharp got pregnant the day before Love Day and I'm at a loss. This is why you shouldn't fiddle with settings as a laugh.
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I really wish jkr wasn't like this because oh my god. my sister picked fantastic beasts and where to find them for the movie last night and good lord. I want to draw those characters. I was doodling during the movie and one page of my sketchbook is just pickett the bowtruckle now. this is genuinely the worst.
the exact face he needs to be making while i yap abt the strangers that pmo today and also the stuff we did in art block on top of how i hate certain english teachers and love certain ethnic studies teachers
Newt won't meet your eyes, fingers fidgeting with his napkin. The restaurant is lovely—candles, white tablecloths, the sort of place normal people bring dates. But Newt has never been normal, and watching him try is somehow worse than if he hadn't tried at all.
"What makes you say that?"
"I've talked about Mooncalf mating habits for twenty minutes." His ears are red. "And doxy dental structure. And you haven't touched your food because I keep—I'm doing it again, aren't I?"
You reach across the table, stilling his restless hands. "Newt."
He finally looks up, blue-green eyes anxious behind falling curls.
"I asked you to dinner because I wanted to spend time with you. That includes the Mooncalf expertise."
"Most people find it tedious."
"I'm not most people." You squeeze his fingers. "Though I am wondering why you chose here instead of somewhere you'd actually enjoy."
He blinks. "This is where people go on proper dates. Pickett said—" He stops, looking mortified. "I took romantic advice from a Bowtruckle."
Your laugh startles both of you. "What did Pickett suggest?"
"Flowers. Candlelight. Trying not to talk about creatures." Newt's smile is self-deprecating. "I managed one out of three."
"The flowers are lovely," you assure him, nodding at the slightly wilted bouquet he'd thrust at you earlier—clearly picked from someone's garden. "But next time, take me somewhere you love. Show me your world, not what you think I want to see."
His expression transforms—hope and relief and something warmer. "There's a Kelpie sanctuary outside the city. It's not romantic, exactly, but—"
"It sounds perfect."
"Really?"
"Really."
Newt's smile is sunshine breaking through clouds. "I'd like that very much."
