- Original Work (1)
Just some poetry I wrote for my English class
14 Jan 2017
“Who are you?” Graves demanded hoarsely.
“I’m Newt. Scamander. Err. Pleased to meet you. I mean, I would’ve been pleased to meet you, under normal circumstances.”
“Scamander.” Graves frowned to himself. For someone who was supposedly in a bad rut, he seemed perfectly in control. “Your accent, it’s British. Any relation to Theseus Scamander? Head of the DMLE?”
“I’m his younger brother.”
“Are you an Auror?”
“No. I’m a magizoologist.”
Graves exhaled, exasperated. “A what? Is this a rescue or are you a hostage?”
“Sort of neither,” Newt admitted.
7 Aug 2014
“Okay, the important thing here is not to panic,” said Peter, trying to sound like he was in control of the situation when really he was having trouble looking at anything except his own cleavage.
24 Jan 2017
Somewhere in Newt's suitcase there is a pocket watch.
In which Tony refuses to be his dad's creation.
10 Apr 2016
The Guardians worry the Professors and intimidate a good portion of the student population. (They terrify the rest and this is the worst kept secret in Hogwarts history.) It is all, simply, because nobody understands.
They rather like it that way.