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*papa scamander protect her from evil pineapples and noseless lords*

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     It had been no more than two weeks since Theseus had opened up his home to Credence. He’d been found wandering the streets of London, clothes ratty and unwashed, and his face smeared with grime. Or rather, instead of being found, he himself had found someone. A little boy by the name of Noah stood crying by an apple cart in the center of a bustle that hardly paid his bereft wailing any mind. Credence had felt called to him, and in mere minutes he’d found himself being adopted into the Scamander family for returning a son who’d wandered a bit too far from his father.

     It all had something to do with him looking like he’d seen hell. He had, though Theseus Scamander never asked him what kind of hell it’d been.

     Currently, Credence was curled up in an arm chair in the corner of a cozy living space that was brightly lit by high arched windows. Dust motes floated in the air, settling atop stacks of books and disappearing in the lesser lit corners of the room. A fire roared in the fireplace some feet away from him, but the heat of it still warmed him from his fingertips to his toes. Unusual, because at this time of year Credence was so used to being cold. Propped up on his knees was a book, the front cover stamped with the words Standard Book of Spells Grade 1 - a good read, if he could’ve done anything with it. He had no wand as of yet, and he might never, but reading about magic in a darkened corner somehow made it feel more real for him.

     Truthfully, despite having settled in within Theseus’ household, Credence had intentionally kept to himself. He battled preordained spells for cleaning space to keep himself busy and dug through stacks of books nervously, afraid that he’d be struck down for so much as running a finger over something that wasn’t his. But his avoidance of Theseus was at the forefront of his priorities. Settled in or not, he made a point to avoid being in the same room with him for longer than a minute. He was a stranger. A man he didn’t know he could trust. The child was easier. The few days Noah was around were the one thing that had him compelled to stay.

     That was why when a soft voice rattled apart the silence of the room, Credence lost his hold of the book he’d been reading. It tumbled from its perch on his knees with a harsh thump onto the rug below, and Credence’s deep brown eyes shot up to stare the intruder in the… chin. Not the eyes.  “I’m sorry -” He choked out, rushing to retrieve his fallen reading material with shaking hands and wondering just what it was Theseus could even be offering him.

     The moment he had the book in his grasp again, he stood with every intention of putting it back and beating a hasty retreat to the guest room he’d been given. “Thank you, but I don’t…” He stopped mid stride toward the largest book case in the room, shoulders almost touching his ears and eyes glued to the floor. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

what a time to be alive  //  @warheroics  

      surprise is quick to take albus– eyes WIDENING in reaction to lips suddenly pressed to his own, but the moment it clicks who is doing it and WHY, he is quick to soften. body visibly relaxes, a soft hum of content escaping– and when they part, lips are lift in a hazy smile.  

Omg Barbara and Tabitha

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