Newt Scamander Preferences

When She Dies

Broken. How could one person feel so broken? How could one person's death cause such a breakdown in a stable being? Newt numbly thought this as he lay helplessly on the floor of your shared bedroom, surrounded by his broken possessions. How the death of his biological Mother cause him so much grief? The male let out a shaky breath, while running a quivering hand through his knotted, auburn locks. He was well and truly a mess. Gone was the normally shy but happy exterior, Newt looked as defeated as he felt.

Curling up into a ball, he just wanted to sleep and forget his pain. If only life were that kind. Newt closed his weary eyes, trying to coax sleep to overtake his body and mind. Soon, he found himself drifting towards the blissful unaware. Darkness he met as a welcome companion. Unconsciousness, an old friend. Perhaps now the tortured soul would find some respite from his heavy heart.