Infatuation {Newt Scamander x Reader} √

Chapter Seven

"No, no, no, no, no," you repeat under your breath to yourself, hurrying back towards the entrance to the case. Newt must have left to go find his beasts. "He probably couldn't sleep, the poor thing," you finish out loud.

You climb up the makeshift ladder out into the grey London morning. The sun peeks through a few clouds, and hope rises in your chest. Maybe Newt is somewhere close. You can just get him and go find his creatures together.

"Newt?" you call quietly, glancing around the alley for any sign of him. "Newt?" Nothing there. Nothing to follow. You curse under your breath and pick up the case. And why wouldn't he take this with him?

Stepping into the streets, you see a few pedestrians, but nobody in a bright blue coat. He might have taken it off to blend in, you think. "Excuse me," you say to a few people you pass, "have you seen a man, about this tall, with brown hair? Maybe wearing or carrying a blue coat?" But they all shake their heads and move along. Swearing again, you hurry down the street.

Down a few blocks you see a bakery, and the smell of the pastries tempts you even from outside the door. A bell jingles as you enter. "Excuse me?" you ask again. The blonde woman behind the counter gives you a welcoming smile. "Did a young man enter here last night? Or this morning?"

"My dear, many young men come in here. I'm going to need you to be more specific." The woman begins to wipe down the counter. You give her a description of Newt, and she begins to nod slowly. "Yes, yes, I have seen that man. He rushed by here, carrying some strange stick-looking object. I think he went that way," she explained, pointing.

You mentally put your head in your hands. Oh, Newt, really? You're going to expose us! "Thank you very much. You've been a great help." You turn on your heel and begin to leave.

"Oh, and my dear?" You face her again. "Would you like a pastry for the road?"

You grin. "Yes, please."

A few minutes later, you head off in the direction the blonde woman had pointed, licking crumbs and sweet, sticky glaze off of your fingertips. Note to self: visit that bakery again.

Your mood lifted, you walk a little faster, your head a bit higher. You will find Newt. You can feel it.

But as you pass another alley, a hand is clamped over your mouth, and a strong arm wraps around your waist. You try to attack your abductor, but he's too strong. "Stay quiet," he says in a gravelly voice. "You're coming with me."