Newt Scamander x Reader One Shots

Taking Action

*this was rewritten for length. There is no longer a part two, unfortunately :(
The beginning is pretty much the same but the rest is different

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"The magizoologist is here, Madam President." Your secretary poked his head through the big bronze doors located at the front of your office.

"Good, send him in." You commanded, only raising your head for a brief second before returning to the pile of paperwork and case files stacked on your desk.

You heard the familiar click and whoosh of the door as it was opened to let in your visitor.

"Oh, thank y-" The door closed. "Alright," the visitor mumbled to himself.

You picked up a file on the edge of your desk and lazily flipped open the front cover. Inside was the picture of a young, handsome man. The name "Newt Scamander" was printed neatly next to the photograph. Underneath, in smaller writing, was the occupation "magizoologist."

"Newt Scamander, renowned magizoologist and author." You said, not looking up from the document.

"Yes, that's me," the man cleared his throat.

"I suppose you know why you're here?"

You raised your eyes to look at the man before you. You took in his long, blue coat, white button-up shirt, freckle-splattered skin, dusty brown hair, and of course, his famous tan case. He seemed fidgety and uncomfortable, but somehow brave and caring, like he just needed the right people to be so.

Newt coughed slightly, shuffled his feet, and studied your wall decor with interest, preferring to look everywhere but your face. "I don't, actually." He murmured, glancing at you for a quick second.

You smiled. "To catch up, of course. It's been a while."

You looked at your old friend with a warm smile, soaking up the image of him. In your mind you contrasted him with his younger self, letting old memories of an old friend drift through your conscience.

Newt's darting expression changed and his face broke into a smile. He gave a small laugh. "I thought you didn't recognize me," he smiled.

You stood up from your desk, your black and gold robes billowing gracefully as you rose. "Of course I recognize you," you feigned shock. "You were my best friend at Ilvermorny."

You stepped around your desk and opened your arms for a hug. Newt welcomed it gladly, setting down his case and wrapping his gangly arms around your regal form.

"Well, I was only there for one year- as an exchange student, you know, before I was.. oh, nevermind- I never thought-"

"Oh, be quiet. Of course I remember you. How could I forget?" You pulled away, eyes sparkling.

"Well.. I didn't think you forgot so much as... well, I figured you wanted to forget me." Newt said sheepishly, pulling away and averting his eyes, a blush rising onto his ruddy cheeks.

You frowned. "Exes can be friends, Newt. I wrote to you. I just got busy after school, you know, with the election and all..."

Newt seemed to brighten up. "Yes, look at you now!" He exclaimed, gesturing at your stately garb with an excited smile.

You shyly adjusted your metallic headpiece (you'd opted for a smaller, more inconspicuous alternative to Madam Picquery's towering hat) and let your hands rest by your sides. Your fingertips brushed the inside pocket of your robes, feeling the faint imprint of your wand, tucked safely away.