Strings Attached

Chapter 7

"Probably. Nothing Is certain, is it?" Newt asked, now a smile on his face.

"Eye opening question Newton. So... if you get promoted to the beast division, you get to work with all sorts of creatures and beasts?" Celeste asked as she thought something.

"Yes, but that depends if they ever promote from elf liaison to Beast division." Newt said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"And they will, I am sure of it. Because ministry will be missing out on the real talent if they don't, and they will promote you in no time." Celeste said, grinning.

"You are awfully optimistic." Newt chuckled, watching Celeste with a small private smile.

"Learn from the best." Celeste said before letting out a happy sigh. "I can't believe I am going to achieve my dream!" Celeste exclaimed happily.

"And I am proud of you, I may not be good with words, because you and I both know that I suck with words, but you are really gonna be the greatest hitwitch." Newt said, his cheeks getting pinkish.

"And you don't have to say anything. Your actions speak louder than your words." Celeste said grinning, and a moment later stifled a yawn.

"Oops, too much of mum's treacle tart." Celeste said, standing up from her seat and stretching a bit.

"I will take the sofa, you can take the bed." Newt offered, and Celeste just rolled her eyes.

"Nuh huh, I am not doing that. Ya know couches are the most uncomfortable place to sleep on except maybe the floor. I don't mind sharing the space." Celeste said, teasingly and getting the reaction almost immediately.

Newt blushed furiously, biting his bottom lip. "You don't?" Newt asked, as if he thought she was joking.

"Why would I? And we really should go to bed. I have to show up at the ministry at 9 in the morning, and I have to be sharp at my job." Celeste said now sliding on to her side of bed and got under the cover.

Newt was still standing, trying to process what was happening. "You gonna stand there the whole night?" Celeste asked, an amused smile on her lips.

"Uh..sorry, just wrapping my head around this." Newt said, shaking his head, amused by Celeste.

Next morning, Celeste found herself rushing around the house, quite frankly, freaking out.

"Alright see you guys in the evening!" Celeste exclaimed, her parents chuckling amused.

She wore her red leather jacket and grabbed her black man hat before dashing out of the house.

Newt was called in early for some sort of meeting, so were Theseus and Gilbert.

As soon as Celeste reached the ministry, she walked upto department of magical law and enforcement.

The Ministry was bustling with witches and wizards, more than usual. It was weird for Celeste, but she kept walking for her job interview or whatever the head of the department said.

"Miss Fischer, head in. Mr Dawson is already waiting for you." The man in black coat said with a grunt.

"Thank you." Celeste thanked the man before entering the office.

The office was everything Celeste imagined it to be. Grayish brick designs, with pine wood furniture and portraits of former heads of the department.

"Ah Miss Fischer, have a seat." Mr. Dawson said from behind the desk.

His features were warm and welcoming, and his smile vanished her tension a bit.

"Good morning Mr. Dawson." Celeste said as she extended her hand for the hand shake.