Invisible String [t. s]

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"So, in my case, right next to the Dittany, there's a blue bottle with some crushed yerba leaves." Said Newt as he sat on the armchair where Theseus had left his stuff and Picket started murmuring, calling Newt's attention. "Pickett, morning." The green fella chirped. "You alright?" He showed Newt his bandaged hand while Theseus went looking for the case in Newt's room and brought it to the living room. He placed it on the coffee table and opened it. He saw how Newt had a picture of Tina pinned to the insides of the case and suddenly, he felt his watch heavy in his pocket. He breathed in and out, and cleared his throat before poking his head into the case and reaching in for the bottle.

"You know, I was trying to recall the last time when I was here." Theseus said as his hand reached the drawer and he pulled out the blue bottle, he also took a fresh bandage from another drawer. "I remember it was a month or two after you started collecting these fantastic beasts, Teddy was there. And Pickett."

"It was a while ago."

"A long while ago." He pulled himself out of the case and looked at his brother. "Let's take a look, shall we?" Theseus grabbed his wand and with a flick of it, the curtains opened, letting the early sunlight in. He then pulled a chair and sat across from Newt to remove the bandage from his hand, causing him to groan. "Well, that's coming along brilliantly." Newt chuckled and Theseus smiled at him, tenderly. Theseus dropped the bandage on the floor and took the bottle to shake it. "Do you want the leaves here?" Newt grunted in response, so he opened the bottle with his teeth and rose his eyebrows as he knew his brother needed the leaves there. Theseus looked at his brother and waited a few seconds.

"Well, what are you-" Thes made a few drops fall on Newt's hand, causing him to groan very loudly, for the yerba leaves on burned skin hurt like hell. "Blimey, Theseus!"

"Enough?"

"Hm. Yeah." A beat, the oldest Scamander closed the bottle and left it on the sofa as Newt's skin healed. "So, exactly, how is it that you came to be here?"

"Dumbledore suggested that I pop by and look in on you." He said as he bandaged Newt's hand. "Very mysterious about it, too. I woke up this morning to an owl with a message from him saying you were home." A pause. "I don't suppose you'd like to tell me what you two are up to?"

"Huh?"

"No. Of course, you don't."

"Well, you know, Dumbledore-"
"He's full of secrets." Newt sighed. "Like you." The youngest Scamander scoffed. "She's a Qilin, isn't she?"

"No...no, she's not." Theseus sighed and smiled.

"I believe she is."

"She's not."

"Newt, you may be the Magizoologist, but I aced Care for Magical Creatures at Hogwarts and Mum taught me about these creatures too. She's a Qilin."

"No."

"She is."

"She's not." Theseus sighed again, arched his eyebrow and smiled at his brother as the Qilin purred. Newt looked at the creature behind Theseus, then back at him as he sighed. "She is."

"She is." Theseus nodded. "What are you doing with a Qilin, Newt? Hm? Or is she another one of your secrets?"

"Yes. And you mustn't tell anyone that you've seen her. I'm quite serious, Theseus."

"Alright." Theseus nodded at looked at the creature behind him.

"Just...out of interest, how did you get her to settle?"

"I, uh...I sang to her."

"You- but..." Newt stuttered. "Excuse me?" He added as he chuckled.

"You know that song that Mum used to sing, the one about the Muggle who fell down the well?" Newt's eyes opened like plates and he blinked a couple times. "There was an old Muggle, who fell down the well." He sang.