Newt Scamander Preferences

When Leta Gets Her Way

As soon as you entered the Goldstein residence, you were greeted by a rather infuriated but relieved Queenie. "Bed empty! No note — out of my mind with worry — did you care? — never, as long as I've lived —" she pulled you into her welcoming arms, holding you tight. "Don't you DARE ever leave like that."

Graves too walked in after you. He noticed Jacob standing to the side, letting the love of his life fuss over you. The two males both stood slightly away from the scene, content to watch you heart-warming scene. "Tina home yet?"

The shorter of the two shook his head. "Not yet. She interviewing Leta today?"

It was Graves's turn to shake his head. "She was supposed to but...she's currently cleaning up my mess."

Jacob frowned, unsure by what he meant.

The maturer male indicated with a tilt of hid head that, they move their conversation to the kitchen.

Once out of ear shot, Graves slumped heavily against the kitchen counter. He ran a bruised hand across his weary face. "I messed up today." he sighed, failing to meet the other male's concerned gaze. "I hit him, Jacob." there was a pause. "I hit him while I was in the midst of an interrogation. He was in my care for that short time and I lost my temper over what he said about (y/n)." his brow furrowed, as his eyes closed. Shaking his head, Graves felt nothing but guilt and undeniable anger. "I am in so much trouble with my superiors. When Tina found me afterwards, she was- well- she was understandly pissed."

"So where's she now?"

"Patching Scamander up. Talking to my bosses, trying to convince them not to fire me. Clearing up my mess as usual." Graves observed his purpling knuckles. The image of his fist connecting with Newt's jaw ran threw his mind. "As usual..." he trailed off.

Ignorning Graves's latter comment, Jacob made his way to the cupboard in the corner and extracted a bottle of scotch, which he then proceeded to pour into two glasses. Handing Graves his own glass, the kind male took a sip of the amber drink, allowing the surrouding silence to engulf them both momentarily. "(Y/N) can't know about this." he murmured, unsure quite how you'd react to the idea of Graves harming Newt- even if he did deserve it.

The silver and black-haired male scoffed. "You think?" he drained the contents of his glass in one, long gulp.

"So is anyone keeping an eye on Leta?"

Graves shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine."

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The aforementioned female gazed out of her bedroom window, her eyes focused on the moon above.

She smiled coyly to herself. Despite her current predicament, she couldn't help but laugh.

It had been so easy to get what she wanted. Soon he would be returned to her. Soon Leta and Newt would be together and you would be firmly out of the picture. Permanently.