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You were leading this Newt Scamander towards the hidden magic folks section that in the early days of your working here, William and you had built.
"Right this way Mr. Scamander." You said, eyes still cast down.
You didn't want him to see the bruise that was quickly forming on your face from where William had slapped you. The shop closed in five minutes, once Mr. Scamander had bought his lock for his case, you could go home and clean up.
The pair of you arrived at a closet, you opened the door, and closed it behind you once the wizard was in. Still not making eye contact, you tapped your wand three times against each wall, causing them to split and leave a doorway which you and Mr. Scamander proceeded to walk through.
"Alright, Mr. Scamander," you said turning around to look at the man and his case, "What lock are you looking......"
You were looking into the most beautiful blue eyes.
And they were staring back.
Neither of you could move, even if you wanted to.
It was if time had frozen still.
You could still hear what was happening outside this bubble, but you were completely and utterly helpless.
But then the moment snapped.
Mr. Scamander blinked rapidly and narrowly avoided falling over.
Your eyes widened drastically, you took advantage of his moment of clumsiness and returned your gaze to the wooden floorboards of the shop.
"Uh, I um-" Mr.Scamander stuttered.
"What kind of lock are you looking for New- I mean, Mr. Scamander?" You said, stumbling over your words.
"Um, any that can hold my case closed would be nice." He chuckled nervously, obviously trying to lighten up the mood.
You nodded a little too excessively before turning around and hastily walked over a display of locks.
These were exactly what Mr. Scamander needed.
You motioned for him to take his pick of the locks.
All of the locks here were handmade by Mr. Borris. All of them crafted individually and with the utmost care.
You watched as Mr. Scamander picked up a lock from the corner of the display, a bronze lock with silver flecks.
Mr. Borris was always making locks with 'fancy' designs.
"I'll take two of these, if you don't mind." Mr. Scamander said decisively.
You nodded, "Mr and Master Borris have a few other orders to take care of, come back in two days and they should be ready."
"Alright," he nodded as both of you went back into the normal shop, "Thank you, Miss...?
"Y/n." You said as he left the shop.
Now you could finally go home.
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Falling {A Newt Scamander X reader story}
Fanfiction(Y/n) is going mad. The young witch is in hiding, invisible threats torturing her. She's on the verge of madness. She's sinking. But then he came, came and stopped her from falling. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hiya! As you can tell, this i...
