Wand Battle
“Porpentina Goldstein, please step away from Mr Scamander,” he growls. His coat flips up and I see a green and silver scarf, with some sort of snake crest. I shuffle closer to Newt, against his words.“That scarf… what does it mean?” I hiss, trying not to let the man hear.
“Slytherin, the cunning, the ambitious,” he replies.
“What?” I ask.
“Hogwarts, my school, Slytherin is a, ah, another house, like I was in Hufflepuff,” he eyes his yellow and grey scarf, that too with a crest on the bottom. I nod. “Is there something you want from me?” Newt asks, standing in front of me, in an almost protective stance.
“I heard about a case,” the man grins. “Give it to me,”
“Afraid I can’t do that, sir,” Newt winks and smiles. “For it is not yours to take,”
“I beg to differ!” the wizard huffs, “SECTUMSEMPRA!” *causes wounds as if slashed by a sword* Gasping, with no other emotion but fear, a painfully deep cut erupts on Newt’s cheek.
“Newt!!” I cry out.
“Give the case to me!!” he yells. That’s it. That’s the final straw. Newt is such a little puppy dog, always getting himself in trouble but never a troublemaker, with an angelic face and mind, but misunderstood by those who don’t understand. He doesn’t deserve this.
“STUPEFY!” *knocks out opponent* he collapses into the snow. I run over to Newt, turning him to face me. “Oh my god… Newt!” it hurts me to see him like this, but I’m sure he must be in more pain. He sways a little. “Inside, now, we’ll deal with him when he wakes,”
I lead Newt inside and to the couch, laying him down. As he lies down, I pull his coat off noticing more gashes on his chest. I unbutton his shirt.
“Bit nasty,” he murmurs, smiling a little.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I walk over to the sink, wetting a cloth and coming back, dabbing it on his wounds. Then I grab my wand. “I never expected to have to use this so much today, now, this won’t help with those nasty cuts, bit with these small scratches… Episkey,” *heals minor injuries* a few of the cuts on his face and chest clear up. Newt breathes heavily and winces. I walk over to get some bandages.
“Tina, thank you,” he smiles once more. “But I think I’m going to pass out,” he laughs a little making me laugh too.
“You do just that, and I’ll take care of you silly,” he tries to muster up one more smile and my response but soon his eyes close and he’s out cold. I wrap the bandages around his wounds.
I walk back out into the snow, looking at the young wizard who was the cause for Newt’s injuries. I hold my wand up to his head.
“Obliviate,”
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