I wanted to step away from my teachers series for a little bit to draw Newt :) I didn’t have any written text (from the books) to work with, so I took inspiration from the films. I adore Eddie Redmane as Newt, he did such a terrific job. I wanted to draw my own version of him, but took inspiration from Eddie and the costume design from the FB films.
I wanted to capture the moment when Newt was still quite young. Fresh out of Hogwarts, scribbling in a battered notebook that would later become Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them 🐉🦚🪶🍃
This also gave me the opportunity to draw some magic creatures! I love those little guys :)🧡✨
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So... It's middle of the night and I'm thinking of Leta and Newt again.
But anyway, I just wanted to share my thoughts with u!!
Ik that Newtina is canon, but honestly... I never shipped these two. I tried to like them, but I can't, and I have the same problem with Theta. I can't see the chemistry between them, it all feels forced to me.
On the other hand, Newt and Leta were something else, but let's start with the beggining.
— Their relationship at Hogwarts:
Leta was always judged because of her ancestry. Everyone saw her as a Lestrange, that girl with her dark family legacy. Everyone, but Newt. He saw her for who she really was, and he loved her.
We know that she was his first love, and I think she has fallen in love with him as well. I mean... She literally carved their initials in her own desk. ''L+N'' like... y'all can't tell me he was just a friend to her. Oh, he also took blame for her experiment. And this scene under the tree... they were meant to kiss.
— Their relationship after Hogwarts:
Newt literally had her photo in his suitcase even after all those years, and when they met in the ministry... The way they looked at each other. Friends don't look at friends that way. Their chemistry was obvious.
When she told everyone the truth about Corvus, Newt was her comfort once again. He was the first one to tell her that it wasn't her fault, that it's alright.
''Oh Newt, you never met a monster you couldn't love.'' yeah, this quote broke my heart into pieces, but... when she said ''monster'' she meant herself. ''Love''. I think it says everything.
And then she dies for him. And yeah, ''i love you'' could be towards them both, but the movement of camera... It showed Newt first for a reason. So yeah, I think her confession was to Newt. I said what I said!!
— My theories / headcanons:
Soo... Her engagement with Theseus is complicated, but I think she didn't let herself be with Newt, 'cause he was too good, too pure. She didn't want to hurt him, since she saw herself as a monster, and Theseus was the closest thing to Newt she could've ever had.
And I also like this headcanon that Newt carried Pickett with him because it reminded him of the old times at Hogwarts. The day when he showed Leta bowtruckles. The day that they fell in love.
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I love them so damn much, and I think no one can change my mind lol, but I respect all opinions!! Soo, if u ever wanted to have a rp with them both, feel free to write!!
Hi! Today is the early release of #HogwartsLegacy and I decided to create some scenes with the same theme ♡ Yesterday I did a small poll through stories to see which house was the most popular between us and it was definetly Hufflepuff! (my house 💛) Following Hufflepuff was Gryffindor ❤️🔥 , then Ravenclaw 💙 and last but not least Slytherin 💚. Next Scene: Hufflepuff For these scenes I used: ♡Aseprite ♡Procreate ♡After Effects ♡Pixels lol #Twitch #digitalassets #aseprite #procreate #aftereffects #dobby #niffler #owl #Ps5 #magicpotion #cutewitch #harrypotter #newtscamander #digitalart #pixelart #artistoninstagram #animation (at Wizard World) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoXQ4wjuTnI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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“This way, we'll make a stop to check on the graphorns.”
Wondering what a graphorn was, Tina followed Newt into the suitcase. Just as her first time in there, she wished she had another pair of eyes to take everything in. Educated to fear magical creatures, she found it equally strange and charming how the case could be such a welcoming place. She inhaled, letting her lungs fill with the fresh air. It smelled like summer.
Newt was carrying two buckets. They walked past Frank's empty enclosure, its golden sand glistening under the artificial sun, and then right into a wide plain territory.
Tina stopped in her tracks when she spotted two large creatures in the distance, followed by a smaller one. As they approached, she could see they were grayish purple, with a humped back and tentacles where their mouths should be. They didn't look as inoffensive as the niffler or Pickett.
Her heart nearly stopped as the giant beasts ran in Newt's direction at full speed. Her trembling hand went to her pocket again, prepared to interfere if it was necessary. But the man didn't seem worried in the least: When they were close enough, he took a few steps forward to meet them. He stroked one of the graphorn's head, and the enormous creature bowed meekly.
Tina watched the scene astonished. How did he come to befriend such a creature? The other two graphorns joined the first and reached for Newt with their tentacles in what she identified as an affectionate fashion. The smaller one was especially energetic; she supposed it was a baby.
“They are one of the last mating pairs in existence, I believe,” Newt said, looking back at her.
One of the animals noticed the witch, and emitted a nervous squeak, startling her.
“Ok, that's fine. She is a friend, alright?” Newt told the creature. Then to Tina “Graphorns can be aggressive. These two are used to me by now, but I usually don't have visitors.”
The baby stepped away from the group and made to approach Tina, who fought the impulse to retreat.
“You can pet the little one if you want, I think he'll let you. He let Jacob.” Newt's expression was saddened for a second; she noticed right away. “Just if you want.”
Tina didn’t want to pet a graphorn. The idea was scary. But she did want to cheer him up, to distract him from the loss of his friend. And considering he was allowing her to be there, the least she could do was participate.
“I suppose...I could try to do it,” she said slowly, taking a cautious step in the creature's direction. She extended her hand fearfully, only to take it away when the graphorn reaction was too brusque.
“Don't be afraid, he thinks you're playing,” Newt assured, watching her every movement. “He won't hurt you.”
“Ok.” Tina took a deep breath and reached for the creature again until she felt the slimy tentacles touching her hand. It tickled a bit, tearing a nervous chuckle from her. His head was soft, and he stayed still, enjoying the woman's caress. She felt a rush of pride at her success. Contented, she called for Newt “Does he have a name?”
“Ollie,” Newt answered as he threw big pieces of meat to the other graphorns. Tina could tell that he was keeping an eye on her and Ollie while he was at it. “He is just a few months old, born in the case. He was small for the species at birth, but he is growing up quite healthy.”
Tina looked at him in disbelief “This is small?”
“For a graphorn.”
They exchanged a smile, both much more comfortable than before. So Tina built up the courage to question him.
“If you don't mind me asking... Did you do this all by yourself? The suitcase?”
“Yes.” he left the first bucket aside and took the other, urged by the graphorns. “I lack the skill to make it perfect, but I improve it as much as I can.”
“Expansive spells are quite difficult to perform.” Tina observed, “Getting the space to imitate each creature's habitat can’t be easy. And I also noticed that the temperature changes from habitat to habitat. Do you adjust it for each creature?”
“As a matter of fact, I do,” he answered, surprised by her attention. “It took me some months to get it right, but I think I've got it now.”
“Then you're selling yourself short.” she decided. “I doubt many people could make something like this.”
“I know many who could do a much better job than me.” he stammered, modest, “They just wouldn't think of putting magical creatures in a suitcase. Imagination is my only strong suit.”
She smirked. “That I can believe.”
“I wanted someplace to carry the ones that had been injured or needed help. So I came up with this.”
“So... The British Ministry hired you to do research?” she was curious.
“The Ministry?” the idea seemed to amuse him. “No, certainly not. Why do you ask?”
“I thought you said you were researching magical beasts. And Madame Pickery mentioned something about your department, so I assumed...”
“No, the Ministry is not interested in magical creatures unless they cause trouble, or they are needed for war.” his tone revealed bitterness. “I did work at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, though. House Elf Relocation, after I left Hogwarts.”
It was hard to think about the man in front of her working in a government building. It sounded like a bad idea. She settled for a prudent answer while Ollie played with her shirt cuffs. “You look like someone for a more… adventurous kind of job,”
“You're not wrong, it was the most tedious time of my life. I'm not one for desk jobs. But it was the best I could get after leaving…I mean, getting expelled from school.” he looked away.
“I see.” Tina wanted to ask more, but she knew it wouldn't be polite. And she could see that the topic made him uncomfortable. It was time to change the subject. “And what do you do now?”
“Well, after the war I got ascended to the Beast Division. I worked with dragons during the conflict, so I've gotten myself some sort of reputation with dangerous beasts,” he said without enthusiasm, as if the Ministry's approval was something to beware of. “A publishing house is interested in adding a compendium of magical creatures to their catalog, and the owner asked me if I was interested in writing it. That's what I'm doing at the moment.”
“You’re traveling to write that book.” she realized. “I’m sorry, I know you told me before but…”
“…you thought I was making it up to get rid of you?”
Tina blushed. “Something like that.”
“Yes, it seemed to me you didn’t believe a single word I was saying.” Newt came now to stand by her side, the bucket by his feet. Far from being offended, her reaction seemed to entertain him. “Not that I blame you. The part about the book was true, but I must confess I lied about having a wand permit.”
“Yes, I’m aware of that.”
“I should have said so, I’ve come to realize that you Americans love paperwork.” Even though he averted his eyes, she caught the cheeky smile on his face.
“I could dwell into some things I’ve noticed about Brits as well, Mr. Scamander.” She tried to sound indignant, but it wasn’t very convincing. Despite his awkward ways, she was starting to find him really nice. “I’ll arrange your wand permit tomorrow. It will look nice if MACUSA interrogates you.”
At some point during the conversation, she must have forgotten to pet Ollie, because he emitted a whine of protest. Trying to regain Tina’s attention, the creature pushed himself against her, almost sending her to the ground. She felt the tentacles licking her waist.
“Wait!” She laughed, trying to get away. “It tickles!”
Fortunately, Newt was fast to rescue her of Ollie’s affection. “That would be enough playing for today. What about some food now?”
He took a piece of meat out of the bucket and threw it far from them. The little graphorn ran after it.
“He doesn't measure his strength sometimes,” he justified, giving Tina an apologetic look. “This is all done. We can move on to the next one.”
Newt guided her as they retraced their steps to get to the erumpent's enclosure. He summoned a basin and a cloth from the shed as they walked past it. The erumpent made a strange noise when she saw them coming, as if protesting for the delay.
“You've met her already,” he murmured as an introduction. “I've fed her as soon as I came down, and I noticed she had a wound in one of her legs. Must have been during her escapade.”
“Would a healing spell work?”
“Yes, but it's always better to use something to soothe the pain first. That's what the murtlap essence is for.”
“That substance comes from that creature that bit Jacob?” she asked, observing the yellowish liquid full of curiosity. “How do you get it?”
“The murtlap has a growth upon its back, as you may have noticed. If the tentacles are correctly strained and pickled they give this solution. It's good to treat injuries.” He explained as he checked on the leg. The erumpent produced a painful sound. “She gets nervous when in pain. When I rescued her she had many wounds, I suspect she managed to escape from hunters.”
“I could apply the murtlap essence while you entertain her.” Tina offered. She was still wary of the beast, but she wanted to be useful. “Would that be of help?”
“Yes, that would be... If you don't mind.”
“I’ll do it.”
As Newt moved closer to the creature’s head, Tina went to kneel close enough to have a clear view of what she was doing. When her hand brushed the erumpent's leg, the creature emitted a loud cry of pain and tried to move. She took her hand away immediately and raized her eyes just in time to see how the tip of the horn brushed Newt's fringe, almost touching his forehead. She felt faint.
A strangled cry of alarm came out of her throat before she could refrain herself, scaring the creature, and earning a questioning look from Newt.
“Your head is too close to the horn.” She managed, voice shaking. “I don't know much about magical creatures, but I know the fluid in that horn is explosive. Erumpent horns are Class B tradable materials. What if she makes a sharp movement?”
Newt’s brow furrowed at the term “tradable material”, and Tina cursed herself. Why did she always have to say the wrong thing?
“The only way this horn could make something explode is if she attacks. Erumpents attack when they feel threatened. She knows I'm not gonna hurt her.” he said kindly but with enough firmness to leave no room for discussion. His momentary annoyance faded when he realized Tina was genuinely terrified.
“It's fine, I promise there’s no danger.” He reassured. “You can trust me.”
Tina met his eye for a moment, then nodded. She did trust him. Her trembling hand brought the damp cloth to the wound and started to work. The erumpent made some movements of discomfort, but the murtlap essence did her job in a matter of seconds, and soon the creature relaxed. Newt kept stroking her head and murmuring to her in a calming voice.
“You’re doing good, she’s feeling better.” He told Tina after some minutes. “Keep going, please.”
“Of course. I'm sorry I got so...” she tried to explain as she worked the injury with the most utmost care. “I had a... disagreeable experience once. The investigative team took down a smuggler. The man commercialized the explosive fluid and the horns in the black market. Here in America, these things are under much more control than in Europe and are very expensive. It's a business that could move millions of dragots.”
She kept her eyes on what she was doing, aware that Newt was listening to her every word.
“We got the man’s location; he had a hideout, someplace when he met with his customers. During the operation, one of my colleagues accidentally sent a jinx in a horn's direction.” Newt’s horrified gasp was audible. “The only reason it didn't kill him on the spot was that the horn wasn't that close, but he and the ones near him stayed in the hospital for weeks due to the burns. And we had to thank the place the guy used as a deposit was warded, otherwise, it would have blown the whole neighborhood. Most of the team got hurt because the explosion made the building collapse.”
“And what happened to you?”
“I was lucky. I was ordered to register the smuggler's office and search for evidence. The explosion happened far from where I was. A large piece of the ceiling fell on me, and I broke some bones. But compared to most of the team, I was fine.” She wrung out the cloth before continuing. “The important is we got him. The guy had kept a pretty zealous register of his sells; he got a list of his clients and of traders that provided him with other dangerous materials. There was enough evidence to arrest him and some others. It was one of my first missions, I had just been cleared for fieldwork. It was exciting.”
“You love your job.”
“I do,” she smiled sadly. “It's comforting to think that you can make the world a little better, that you can help people feel safe. Since what happened with Credence...It's been hard.”
“But after everything that happened with Grindelwald MACUSA will surely reconsider your demotion,” Newt ventured. “Right?”
“It's not that easy, I'm afraid. Breaking the National Statute of Secrecy is not taking lightly.”
“Even if it is for a good cause?” it was obvious he was holding his tongue to avoid criticizing MACUSA’s policies in front of her. But his tone gave him away.
“I know you think that some of our laws are ridiculous,” Tina sighed “And after all that happened I have to recognize that you may be right. But our history with the no-maj world is still too fresh for it to be otherwise.”
Tina took out her wand and gave a light tap to the now clean wound, watching as it started to close itself.
“I thought maybe if I could prove that I was good for something they will let me come back. That is also why... Well, I was so desperate to show them that I had arrested you,” she confessed, ashamed.
“And I'm still sorry. But the worst part is that I got demoted for nothing because, in the end, I wasn’t of any help to Credence.”
“What happened was not your fault.”
She wasn’t so sure. “I have no idea what MACUSA might do now. Things won't look great for me after all of this. I'll be lucky if they don't kick me out of the Wand Permit Office as well.”
Newt frowned. “But they can't do that. You were involved in the capture of Grindelwald. If anything, they should promote you.”
“I hope you’re right.” The alternative was just too frightening to consider at the moment. “And I think this is ready. Bandages now?”
With a last flick of her wand, she got the bandage to cover the sensitive patch of skin.
“There you go,” she stood up, petting the creature’s side. “Is that good?”
“Perfect.” For a moment he looked as if he was going to say something else, but seemed to decide against it. “The mooncalves are next.”
Conjuring a new bucket, this one full of pellets, he gestured for her to follow. This time, they took a different path, moving deeper inside the case. It was far bigger than she had thought. She identified the occamy's nest to the left, but Newt kept walking, silent again.
He stopped in a habitat bathed in the moonlight. “Look, over there.”
Tina did as he said, and was rewarded with one of the strangest and most beautiful scenes she had ever come across: On top of a hill, there were three mooncalves. The creatures were still, their enormous eyes reflecting every star in the sky. One could almost believe they were staring at some unknown mystery, far more complex and distant than humans could ever grasp.
When they noted they were not alone, more mooncalves came out of nowhere and surrounded them both. Newt brought his hand inside the bucket and took out a handful of pellets, throwing them around. Tina laughed as the creatures bobbed adorably up and down to catch the food. She couldn’t take her eyes off them.
“Would you like to feed them?” Newt offered, taking in her enraptured expression. He was staring at her more intently than ever before. It was as if, at last, her reaction was measuring up to what he wished.
She nodded, excited. “I’d like that.”
A loud crashing noise coming from one of the nearby enclosures interrupted the quiet moment. Newt identified it in a matter of seconds. “That's the niffler again. I'll be back in a minute.”
Before she could answer, he passed her the bucket and disappeared into a different habitat. Left to her own devices, Tina distributed the pellets with care, trying to reach all of the hopeful faces. She felt strangely ecstatic: for the first time in months, she was at ease; she was having fun. Two days ago she wouldn't have imagined she would be feeding some beautiful wide-eyed creatures inside a suitcase. If only Queenie could see them!
“Queenie.”
The thought was enough to take her back to reality. “Queenie is alone upstairs. She wasn’t feeling well and I left her alone.”
How long has she been in the case?
“I found him. He was trying to steal the occamy eggshells again, the little bugger.” Newt reappeared, carrying the niffler in his arms. “You won’t believe it, but it's the fifth time this week.”
Tina gave him a forced smile, her previous cheerfulness forgotten. “The mooncalves are ready…I think I should be going now.”
His face fell. “Oh...of course. I'll accompany you back to the shed.”
The first portion of the walk was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Tina was torn between being concerned for Queenie, and worrying that her sudden change in mood had upset Newt. Why couldn’t she do something right for once? She should have explained why she wanted to leave, instead of being so impolite.
“Is there something wrong?” They had almost reached the shed, and the question was so abrupt that it took her a good few seconds to react. Newt was looking at her in earnest, making an effort to keep eye contact and find some answer in her features. His real question seemed to be “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, not at all,” she replied in a rush. “It's just that I left Queenie alone upstairs, and after what happened with Jacob... I should be keeping her company. I lost track of time.”
“Sorry I kept you so long.”
“Oh, don't be... I wish I could stay longer.” Tina said sincerely. “It's nice in here.”
Another idea came to her mind. “You didn't have breakfast. Sorry, I'm a terrible host. I'll go check on Queenie and prepare something to eat.”
“That's alright. You don't have to...” he stammered. “I should be on my way, I have to look for accommodation if MACUSA wants me to stay in town for a few more days.”
“Accommodation?”
“You could perhaps recommend someplace? If that's not...”
“But there's no need, you can stay here if you like.” she had always assumed he would stay. “Maybe I should have invited him earlier.”
“I wouldn't want to impose. I'm afraid I have caused you and your sister enough trouble already.”
“It's no trouble, you are more than welcome to stay. It's the least I can do after all that happened.”
She read the indecision in his face. He wasn’t sure he should accept.
“Please, stay at least until you know how long MACUSA will need you.” She insisted. “Queenie and I would love to have you.”
“Well... I suppose I could stay and sleep here in the case, so as not to be on much on the way. It would be safer if anyone here tries to escape. And I could keep the case in your living room.” He suggested, still insecure. “Would that be alright?”
“Yes, whatever you prefer.” Tina accepted immediately. “So, breakfast. I don't know what time is it."
“I should secure the niffler's burrow. I'll be upstairs in five minutes.”
Tina nodded and headed towards the stairs. Before climbing up, she turned around and called him again. “Oh, and Mr. Scamander?”
Newt looked at her.
“Thank you for showing me around. I liked it.”
A timid smile crept up his face. “You can call me Newt... If you want.” he must have believed he had overstepped, because he added, “I mean, after everything that happened the formality seems...”
“After a close to death experience, using first names wouldn't be out of place.” She agreed, much to the man’s relief. “But if I call you Newt you can call me Tina. Deal?”
“That's...Yes”
Tina smiled. “I'll see you upstairs when you're done, Newt.”
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The first thing Tina noticed while stepping out of the case was the smell of pancakes. Queenie had the radio on, and she was moving around the small kitchen. She was wearing one of her new dresses, her hair, and make-up as flawless as any other day. As always, she detected Tina’s thoughts before seeing her.
“I thought we could do with a late breakfast. It's almost lunchtime, but for some reason, I felt like making pancakes.”
Despite the seemingly cheerful voice, Queenie's eyes were red and sore, revealing that she had been crying. That fact monopolized all of Tina's attention. It took some moments before her sister’s words dawned on her. “Lunchtime?”
“You got entertained.”
“I didn't realize I was there so long,” she admitted. “I shouldn't have left you all by yourself, I'm so sorry.”
“That's fine Teen. I needed some space.” Queenie put the pancakes on three plates. Tina noticed she wasn't using magic. “I took a nap, and I'm feeling better.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she said firmly. “What about you? You had a good time.”
“I did.” Tina put the kettle on, and busied herself with the cups, letting Queenie fish the information out of her mind.
“He doesn't resent me for what happened. He understands why I did it.”
“See? I told you.”
“He was so nice about it. More than I deserved.”
“You need to stop beating yourself up,” Queenie scolded her. “But you didn't spend all that time apologizing, did you?”
“He invited me in to show me the mooncalves,” Tina explained, delighted. “You should see them, they are beautiful Queenie! Newt even let me feed them.”
“So we are using first names now, huh?”
Tina's face turned red.”What about it?”
“Nothing, just saying. You've been using it in your head anyways.”
Tina decided to just ignore her sister's try to mock her, and kept talking. “I also played with a baby graphorn. And I touched the erumpent. And I think I had a conversation with a bowltruckle.” she tried to convey the amazing experience she had just gone through. It was impossible. “He told me lots of things about all the creatures. It's impressive how much he knows.”
“He talks, then?”
“He does. I asked some questions about magical beasts and he transformed.” A move of her wand sent the cups to the table. ”It's like he turns into a different person when he talks about his job.”
“Reminds me of someone.” Queenie sniggered. “It doesn't surprise me you get on. I think you two are very much alike.”
“I haven't looked at it that way. Maybe you're right.”
“By the way, I invited him to stay with us while he is in New York.” she wanted Queenie's approval.”Is that alright?”
“Of course it is Teenie! I quite like him.” She sent her a teasing smirk. “And I suspect I’m not the only one.”
Tina elbowed her and rushed to her seat at hearing the creak of the case latches.
Newt's curly mop of hair came into view. When he noticed both women watching him, he looked intimidated.
“There you are! Come sit down honey,” Queenie called sweetly. “You must be hungry.”
Newt stepped out of the case and approached them, head still down. “May I help you with something?”
“We won't make you work, you're our guest! Sit down, everything is ready.”
Newt took a sit in front of Tina, staring uncomfortably at her. She gave him a warm smile, trying her best to put him at ease.
“I forgot! You've got a letter Teen, it's got MACUSA's seal.”
Tina froze. She summoned the letter from the kitchen counter and opened it, bracing herself for the bad news. Her expression was indecipherable as she read. Once she was done, she addressed Newt.
“We are both expected early tomorrow.”
“The two of us?”
“They want to question us about the recent events. They know you’re here somehow.”
“It's gonna be fine, it’s just routine; nothing to worry about.” Interjected Queenie, eager to change the subject. She sat down and took her fork. “Now, Tina was telling me all about the mooncalves and their nocturnal dances, were you not Teenie?”
The question snapped Tina out of her gloomy state. “I was…but I'm sure Newt can explain it better to you.”
“That’d be swell!” The legilimens' eyes turned to the man, waiting for him to pick up the cue.
The magizoologist was once more startled by the women’s attention. His gaze went cautiously from Queenie to Tina, stopping at the last one in a silent cry for help. At Tina’s slight nod of encouragement, he shyly started talking.
