I was beginning to wonder about this strange girl.
First, she is talking to her animals on the train, and now she's talking to...no one?
"H-hey, Gwyn," she parted her jaw in a awkward smile and waved.
"Who're you talking to?" I could feel my face burning. "I mean, n-not that you can't talk to anyone else but me or anything, uh,"
Sonette glanced at something- or some one and shrugged. "I'm talking to Newt." I made a face at her. "Oh, Newt Scamander."
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yes why wouldn't I be?" Now it was her turn to make a face at me.
"THERES NO ONE THERE."
"Oh." I heard her say to the invisible thing.
"He says you can't see him," she explained. "Four generations ago, he-Newt that is- put a piece of his soul into this coat," I shivered. "NO, no not like a Horcrux! It's just so that whoever wears the coat can see and hear his ghost." She paused. "I'm the last generation. Once I die, Newt's soul will expire from the coat and his ghost will just be a normal ghost that no one can see or hear." She patted the air.
"You're crazy." I began to pace. "Am I dreaming? No, I can't be dreaming."
"What gave it away?" She asked.
"I don't have the brains to make this up!" I exclaimed.
I saw Sonette's glance shift to where "Newt" was supposedly standing. "What?" She asked. "Newt, what's wrong?" She paused. "Wait, oh. Gwyn, he says you remind him of someone he knew a long time ago. A muggle."
"Mmhm." I was bouncing from foot to foot and I didn't really know what to say to that, so I ignored it.
I stared at the staircase, trying to take in that my new friend was talking to my idol's ghost.
Wow.
"Gwyn, are you coming?" I turned to see Sonette halfway into a beige handbag.
WHO IS THIS STRANGE GIRL?!?!?
She's definitely bonkers.
So I followed her.
Sorry for the short chapter, Newtie is going to write a really long one. ~Gwyndolyn (formerly Pandatuft 🐼) (also yes Gwyn in this story is based off of me, and Newtie is Sonette)
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Scamander Stories: Year One
Short Story(So this account was originally for animal stories but here we are, in the Harry Potter fandom.) Sonette Scamander never had any friends. She didn't need to, considering she had her creatures. A Bowtruckle named Hawthorn, an owlet named Bramble, and...
