Strings Attached

Chapter 8

But what surprised him more was the smile that was on Theseus's lips. A smile, and that was least expected. Gilbert thought he would be disgusted, but he was not.

He just walked towards him, and he was standing too close to him. Theseus towered Gilbert in the height.

"Well, I am glad to say that finally. You were really oblivious to my hints, but I guess this war rattled everyone's senses." Theseus said, and rested his hands on Gilbert's cheeks.

Gilbert blushed brightly but gave a smile back. "Well we do need some influence." Gilbert said before leaning in and pressed a kiss on Theseus's lips.

Theseus brought the shorter man's body close to his by removing his hands from his cheeks and settled them on his hips and brought him closer to him.

Celeste was standing in front of the exit of the ministry with her suitcase in her hand. Her skin was paler than normal and her eyes were drained from the energy.

She managed to fall asleep, but they were marked with nightmares and repeat of horror she witnessed.

The dark circles under her eyes were prominent. She blinked when two male stood beside her.

"You look awful." Theseus commented as he took in state of the woman. "Nightmares." Celeste whispered as she hugged her traveling coat tighter.

"You too?" Gilbert asked, feeling as though he failed as a brother. "Let's just go home. I am too tired to deal with this." Celeste said, and the men obliged and grabbed her hands and apparated away to London.

Celeste was irritated by the end of questioning done by their ministry. They were deemed as war heroes, but nobody will understand their devastated state or what they witnessed in the war.

"Fischer!" Charlus exclaimed as he noticed the blonde walking out of the minister's office.

Celeste looked up at that, her face flooded with relief as she looked at the familiar Potter.

"Oh my god Charlus, you are alive!" Celeste said as she approached the raven head man and brought him into a bone crushing hug.

"So are you. I am glad that you survived." Charlus said as he rested his hand on her head.

"How is Olivia?" Celeste asked as she pulled away from the hug. "I am a father to a healthy boy." Charlus said grinning.

"That's amazing news." Celeste said, her face beaming. "Yeah it is. His name is Leopold. And Olivia and I want you to be his godmother." Charlus said as he stuffed his hands into his pants pocket.

"Really?" Celeste asked, eyes getting wide. "Yes. Now I will let you go. You look extremely tired and awful." Charlus said before giving her the last hug before he let her go.

Celeste's throat felt tight as she approached the familiar homely flat that she shared with Newt.

Would he be there? Or would he be stuck somewhere else? Those thoughts littered her head as her shaky hand twisted the door knob.

She entered the house, met with silence making her heart thunder inside her chest. She was ready to head out to the ministry again and try to find out about Newt's whereabouts.

But she stopped when her magic answered someone's magic, and that was from inside the house. "Celeste?" A voice she hadn't heard in three years made Celeste want to run inside.

She magically closed the door and hastily abandoned her suitcase and her shoes by the entrance of the house.

"Newt!" She exclaimed as she darted inside the house. Newt appeared from the sitting room.