In fact, both of them had grown to be quite fond of one another.If you’ve kept up with the films, you know that while the Harry Potter movies stick pretty closely to the books, they do take some liberties here and there. With Newt by her side, both of them were ready to have their generous share of magical beasts for the next few years, which meant a lot time spent together, really.īut neither Newt nor (y/n) could say that they didn’t enjoy each others’ company. If she had passed up the opportunity to travel with him, she would have been a very stupid witch. (y/n) had quit her job in MACUSA, but, honestly? What Newt was doing was absolutely incredible. ![]() When the man - Newt, I had found out - showed me what was inside his suitcase, though, I changed my mind about him pretty quickly.Ībout two months had passed, and (y/n) and Newt were currently on their good old way to New York. How dare he! “ Excuse you? Considering I’ve nursed it back to health and fed and took care of that Thunderbird, I think I can consider it mine,” I shrieked, now definitely ready to ‘Petrificus Totalus’ the stuck-up Brit. The man looked slightly amused, before taking a few steps in her direction, saying, “How is that Thunderbird considered yours, might I ask?” Did you take him?” She asked impatiently, not wanting to waste her time. “Wh-what?” The stranger looked very shocked at her question, which made (y/n) begin doubting his involvement in Frank’s disappearance. To be honest, (y/n) really didn’t care why the man was here - she just wanted to get Frank back and go on her merry way and try not to hex the stranger. “Newton Sc-camander, miss,” the stranger muttered, not daring to meet her eyes. “Here on exploratory research of magical beasts.” “Who are you and why are you here?” (y/n) snapped, not letting herself relax, even for a second. She straightened herself up as the man stepped out of the suitcase cautiously, arms raised up in the air in surrender. He’s actually kind of cute, (y/n) mused, before mentally slapping herself. However, when a sandy-haired man popped up, wearing respectable clothes - very unlike the untidy rags traffickers usually wore - looking extremely shocked at the wand being pointed in his face. Gripping her wand so tightly her knuckles beginning to turn white, (y/n) swiftly heaved herself to her feet as she readied herself to throttle the absolutely horrendous trafficker. The sun just began to set when (y/n) was jolted to attention as the suitcase began to shake. Suspecting that the suitcase contained unusually highly intelligent magical animal traffickers, (y/n) decided to camp out about a dozen metres away from the suitcase, fury at stupid, stupid, gits stealing her Frank fuelling her on. Apparating over to where the speck was, (y/n) found herself extremely puzzled as she stared at a suitcase. (y/n) was more than ready to freak out and hyperventilate when she suddenly spotted a tiny, unusual speck on the dune a kilometre away from where she was standing. However, on a pleasantly cloudy day, when (y/n) Apparated over to the area in which Frank had stayed in for the past year, she found herself staring at empty stretches of sand, horrified. It had been a year since (y/n) had taken Frank under her wing (a/n: i’m pun-ny w/out even realising it my brain is so useless ohmyshit) and they had both grown to trust each other wholly after spending nearly every single day together. (y/n) had fondly named him Frank, in memory of her Kneazle that she had left at home back in America, and she swore that she would one day get him back to his home in Arizona. It was a young male, and had had an awful leg wound when (y/n) found him, half dead in the middle of nowhere. (y/n) felt extremely sorry for the poor beast, who had most like been illegally trafficked over. A Thunderbird in Egypt? It was literally unheard of - at least in the past five centuries or so, perhaps. A Thunderbird! They weren’t even that common in Arizona, which was their natural habitat. ![]() ![]() It was one of the hottest days of the year when she had made the discovery of a lifetime. Having been dispatched to Cairo, Egypt by MACUSA as one of the first few female MACUSA Magizoologists had been a great honour, but after two years, (y/n) was beginning to regret her decision.Įgypt didn’t have many magical creatures to offer, since the country specialised in alchemical studies, and certainly not magizoology. Request: Newtxreader where the reader is a witch and she was in Egypt trying to save frank when newt came, and when frank got into the case newt didn’t realized the reader was on his back? (by anon)Ī/n: lmaO at first i was whO THE HELL IS FRANK ?!?!11!? but then after i stopped being a complete dumbass i realised that it was ZE COOL AF THUNDERBIRDDDDD
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