he probably never spent so much damn time on his hair as he did before this night. He had too much nervous energy, normally he’d go and do something to get it out but there wasn’t much he could do. 

the benefits of being a head boy. Making sure things ran smoothly, and adding to the top of it that he’d be on a....well date ....was it a date? it was his intention but they were friends so maybe she didn’t think that?

he had finally gotten the guts to ask her for this thing and now he couldn’t even tie this stupid tie right because of these nerves.  Eventually figuring it out he was down doing what he had to do as Head boy before he could properly enjoy himself....if his heart would stop hammering that was.  

Most of it was a blur until he saw her. He honestly forgot to breathe for a few seconds. “not the dress.” he muttered  

just you. Always

like he could actually say that without stumbling his words. 

he could feel the blood rush to his face when she complimented him and he smiled. “thanks, figured if i was going to do it might as well do it right, right? “ 

he hadn’t heard it until it was too late. Some bragging when he had entered the slytherin common room. It must have been a strange sight for them when he wasn’t laughing along with them. Not to mention him excusing himself and storming out. 

It was difficult to keep a steady pace, as to not to draw attention to him bu he found himself nearly sprinting to their meeting place. He knew she’d be there. probably of the safest places to be alone or for no one to find you unless they know you’re there. 

You better be there.....

he was breathing heavily by the time he got there and let out the biggest sigh of relief when he saw her silhouette. 

when he slowly came up to her, he didn’t have a lecture for her. not this time. Instead the small mutter had escaped him when he saw her current state. 

He knew what Carrow was capable of. knew he had just been itching for an excuse to let loose on her. And she gave him one.There was nothing he could do to change that now. he never expecting seeing her like this would cave in his chest like it had. 

             “Here,” she said, reaching out a hand for the other’s essay. “Let me take a look at it, maybe I can give you some ideas on how to finish.” While she wouldn’t give answers outright, she was always willing to offer help and ideas for others when they needed it. 

I've seen puffs like four times!!! I'm so sad to see him go but enjoy the show!

was he nervous?

he’s never nervous. 

Then again this is the first time he’s done something like this and not expect anything in return. And it was never Ana before. 

 “cooked. You know take out just gets tiring after a while.“ he said turning to pour some wine before she questioned him. “I did. This is it.” he said as he continued to set up. “we can do work in a boring office or you can have a home cooked meal. Gonna take a guess and say you haven’t had that in a while.” 

at least he caught her off guard, that was nice to do when he wasn’t getting yelled at. 

After the events that had happened in Paris it feels odd to be in his London apartment. There’s a heaviness in his heart at the loss and outcome within the mausoleum. A quiet anger steeping in him in all that had happened, his choices made and he’s none the better for it. His home is full of people-- With Jacob and Tina. He’s not quite sure what to do with the pair’s company then, though he’d spent so long to reach out for and find Tina.

There’s so much he wants to say to the pair, but with the distressed look Jacob’s given and the hard expression Tina wears he can’t find what he wants to say. He finds that’s not exactly strange-- He’s always had difficulty with words, has had to express himself with actions and expressions for as long as he remembers. There is no words he can find to console them and he does not want to cheapen the effect, especially when his own heart mourns.

Jacob seems keen on talking and trying to get sorted and Newt finds he does not mind. The other joins him in the basement of his flat and he’s glad to see that the wonder is not yet lost on his friend. Glad to see the muggle can find a certain peace amongst his creatures as he does in this trying time. With Jacob there and Bunty an astute observer who shows the other around Newt finds himself wandering to the more dangerous of creatures. The kelpie needs seeing to, as it lacks a certain fondness for his assistant and so he tries to deal with it on his own. And the Zouwu, well, it needs a place doesn’t it? So he busies himself listening to the chatter from around the basement, ears seeking one particular voice he does not hear.

Newt frowns to himself, training his hearing to go further but it’s almost as if the woman isn’t in the apartment. He knows she is, though things were still a bit well... Stiff between them he doubted she’d leave without a word. He hoped, anyway. The idea that she might not prickled in the back of his mind and as he continued so did his concern. When he’s finally done and sees to letting Bunty go home and rejoining Tina he finds her in the living room. He does not see Jacob glance between them, but his ears prickle at the other’s quiet excuse, “You don’t have much in the house, I’m just gonna... go pick us up some groceries...”

Yes, do that, please. He remembers thinking it but he’s not sure he said it and he’s not entirely sure he said much to Tina either. His fingers scratching behind his ear before he made his way up the stairs to his second floor. Newt’s not very good at people he finds. He’s so much better with creatures, but Jacob’s insisted for near days now that associating Tina with a creature wasn’t very flattering (he’s not exactly sure why, the creatures he associates with her are some of the most beautiful in the world-- very fitting).

So he can’t relate her like a creature but he hardly knows what to say-- but his mind, desperate for something to help, tells him that there’s nothing wrong in caring as he would a creature. Just human, so human caring. And like creatures they needed comforting things and cleaning and-- Well, it’s such an abrupt thought to make her a bath but it feels right. Warm water and bath oils he’d gotten on his trip to Asia always relaxed him and they had something to make the muscles less tense. Surely that would do and so he’d set about filling the tub and setting everything up and he’s quietly pleased with himself when he comes down.

Despite that, he stands at the foot of the staircase gray-green eyes not quite falling on her form in the couch (though he’d found himself unable to tear his eyes from her in the past few days, determined to capture the fire in her eyes in a way photographs did no justice too). His eyes only dart up when he hears her rise, glad to her hear speak in what feels like the first time in days (he knows it’s not been, but it feels too long when he’d wanted nothing more than to see her again for many months).

“No,” he starts abruptly and then stops, “no, it’s really no trouble.” 

A beat passes and he’s sure there’s something more he should say. Something comforting, something warm, but instead the next words that come out make him want to kick himself in his mouth. “I just thought, well, you hadn’t had much of a chance I suppose during your-- ah-- interrogation. Perhaps you’d appreciate the chance?” He knew the word interrogation in this case was a sore subject and so he colors slightly stepping away from the banister and into the sitting room. Now just behind the back of the couch itself his eyes remain trained on his feet a moment longer before he chances a proper glance up at her-- light eyes searching for ones that were as dark as souls with hidden warmth.

“I want you to feel at home here, Tina. It’s not much... But do know you are welcome to whatever you may find here as long as you stay. You’re welcome here as long as you need. You and Jacob both,” Newt says quickly, feeling as if he’s said more words at once then he’d done in a long time. He turns his attention away, cheeks coloring a slight pink as he susses out what next to say and finds himself coming to one simple word.

He clears his throat, “so, tea.” 

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