#mrs scamander

Я всегда тяготела к милым рождественским коллажам, так что сам Мерлин велел сделать подобный для спецквеста. Тем более, ради любимой команды)

WTF Scamanders 2019 - моя маленькая фандомная семья.

Based on this: X

~ Eleanor Scamander has always known;

“Did you see his face? We got him so darned good I doubt he’ll sleep well for the next week.”

Theseus kicked off his boots at the door and walked on, hanging his jacket on the coat rack in the foyer.

“I have to admit, that was one hell of a prank, my friend.” Percival chuckled, copying his friend’s moves in a far more organized manner.

The two of them had just arrived at the Scamander mansion after a week of rigorous auror training. And to celebrate the upcoming Christmas break they’d left their supervisor with one hell of a prank. Their best on yet, in Thes’s opinion.

Their supervisor had a particular fear for snakes, so naturally they had stuffed his entire office full of rat snakes. There would be consequences later on, of that he had no doubt but it would be so worth it.

“Theseus? Is that you?” His mother’s voice came from down the hall, smiling as she walked into the foyer. “And you’ve brought a guest I see.”

Percival stepped forward and took Mrs. Scamander’s hand in his own. “Percival Graves, madam, I’m sorry for the intrusion but I’m afraid my plans were canceled last minute. Theseus was so kind as to invite me over.” He looked at his friend with a gentle smile then, before focusing back on the lady of the house.

Eleanor smiled sympathetically and shook the young man’s hand. “Oh no matter, darling. A friend of Theseus is always welcome in our house.”

She looked the young man over, nodding in satisfaction at his looks and the way he carried himself. She definitely approved of this young gentleman and the way he looked at her son. And if the way Theseus looked at Percival was anything to go by, well then, she was more than happy for them. Her son had finally found someone he loved and who loved him in return.

A short drabble about meeting Newt's parents for the first time.

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  “are you ready to go darling?’ Newt called through into your bedroom, where you stood fussing over your reflection in front of the mirror, your stomach in knots.

Newt popped his curly head around the door, a smile on his freckle sprinkled cheeks, ‘oh you look fantastic’ he complimented as he made his over to you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, stooping down so he could rest his slightly stubbley  chin on your shoulder. He looked lovingly at the reflection of the pair of you, “you’ll be fine love’ Newt reassured as he stroked his thumb over your cheek, seeing the worry on your face.

“I know that they will adore you, just as I do’ he placed a light kiss to your temple, the knot in your stomach had started to unwind slightly, the combination of Newt’s voice, words and touch soothing you. You gave Newt a shaky nod, and before you could change your mind, he disaperated.

You reappeared in front of an old stone farm house, you could see the forest that crept up behind it and hear the hippogriffs within.

With one last reassuring squeeze of your hand along with a peck on the cheek, Newt knocked on the hard wooden door. A tall woman with wild curly strawberry blonde hair swung the door open, and bundled her youngest son up into a hug upon seeing him. “oh sweetheart we’ve missed you. You feel thin, are you eating? How have your travels been? How are the creatures? Oh this must be y/n, she really is as pretty as your letters say.’ Mrs Scamander babbled, still grasping a blushing Newt by his upper arms, before passing him over to his father, who was stood behind her, a smirk on his face, at his wife’s actions, so she could greet you properly.

“y/n it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Come inside sweetheart, dinners just about ready.’ She ushered you inside, where Newt grabbed your hand and pressed a quick kiss to the back of it.

He lead you into the large kitchen, where pots and pans were stirring themselves, a scrubbed worn wooden table along with mismatched chairs sat in the middle  of the room, a barn owl sat on its perch hooting softly at Newt, who gave the bird a little wave.

Newt lead you to a seat, and pulled it out for you before sitting down himself. He placed his hand on your knee, trying to reassure you. “tuck in’ Mrs Scamander encouraged. It was mouth-watering, you chatted as you ate, Mrs Scamander asked about your family and how you got on with newt’s creatures while Mr Scamander inquired about your career.

“go through to the living room, we’ll bring the tea’ Mrs Scamander pushed as Newt lead you to the cosy sitting area. You were still a little nervous, so you decided to walk about the room, keeping your mind occupied. You came across a collection of old framed pictures of the Scamander’s, you found little Newt in the front, covered in even more freckles, one front tooth missing, as he beamed at the furry little creature he held delicately in his small hands.

You grind at the pictures, as the grown up Newt that you knew, wrapped his arm around your waist. “That can’t be you, you were never that little’ you joked gesturing to the picture, he only chuckled in response, giving you a slight squeeze.

“I knew they’d love you’

auror: is that your son, ma'am

me: yes my beautiful boy, my youngest born, my ever precious