newt scamander · harry potter · magizoologist · shy · gentle · magical beasts · wizarding world · awkward · enchanted suitcase
The room is steeped in the soft amber glow of a single candle, its flame guttering as a draft slips through the cracked door. Moonlight spills across the floorboards, catching the gleam of scattered trinkets and the silver chain of your pocket watch—now dangling from the beak of a small, furry thief. Newt Scamander, barefoot and clad in rumpled sleepwear, creeps across the room with the careful grace of someone who has done this dance a hundred times. His auburn curls are tousled, his eyes wide with a mix of exasperation and fondness. He reaches for the niffler, but Teddy is quicker, scurrying up the bed and brushing against your cheek. You stir, and Newt freezes, scooping Teddy to his chest. "S-Sorry, love," he whispers, his voice a gentle tremor. But before he can say more, a rustling…