Migraine

Migraine

Newt was very much tired of the smog of London. Desperately, he wished that the Ministry of Magic would lift his travel ban. While Newt loved the United Kingdom, he was desperate to explore, see, and help the rest of the world's fantastic beasts. He had not been in one place this long in years and the monotony was painful.

Slowly he walked down the lane to his flat lost in his thought's barely noticing the streetlamps light up one at a time. He had been back from New York for two months now, and he bitterly missed the new friends he made in America. More specifically Tina. To say that he was smitten with Tina was an understatement. She was never far from his thoughts these days.

Lost in his musings of Miss Goldstein. He barely noticed how the soft glow of the London streetlamps slowly became harsher and developed an odd aura around them. However, the dizziness that started demanded much more attention and he had to stop his musing and focus on not crashing into something. Realization dawned on him, and Newt felt the slight prickle of sweat start on his forehead. He knew what this was, he was going to have a migraine and a bad one to boot, if the severity of the symptoms were any indicator.

Luckily, he was close to his flat, close to feeding his animals for the night and turning in early. Newt just step foot on to his stoop when a tidal wave of dizziness crashed over him. He quickly grabbed the wall, feeling the first twinges of pain start behind his left eye, and the slight numbness in his left hand. Newt needed to get into is flat now before the worst of the Migraine started.

Newt reached for the doorknob and noticed a crisp white letter magically tacked to his door. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly but did not care to look at it to closely. Newt quickly ripped it free as he walked in and briskly shut the door. He shuffled over to his work bench and absentmindedly tossed the letter on the other stack of papers. He was more focused on unlocking and opening the top middle drawer and pulling out a black case full of glass vials. He opened the case and rifled through the contents.

"Come on!" He said annoyed as he pulled out the bottle he needed, which was of course empty.

"Why am I so daft?" He remarked letting his head hit with a thud on the bench.

He had used the last of his migraine potion in New York and had not stopped to make more. His left temple was starting to pound with his heartbeat, eating away at Newts ever decreasing desire to be awake. It was his fault really, he had not been sleeping as he should this week, since he had been working on the finishing touches of his book.

Newt slowly lifted his increasingly aching head off the table, he needed to feed and check on his animals. Newt rubbed his left eye and stopped. The white note that was attached to his door laid annoyingly unopened in front of his nose with Theseus's handwriting displayed clearly on the front. Newt unfolded the clean smooth stationary and squinted at the script through hazy vision. He blinked a couple of times, clearing it slightly and making the note somewhat legible.

Dear Brother,

I am very sorry that Leta and I cannot seem to catch you for dinner. This is truly a shame as she is the best cook in all of London. This being said, I am coming to bring you some meals tonight. As I know that you frequently forget to feed yourself as much as you feed your animals. I will be calling in around 8:00 this evening, if you do not answer the door, I am going to let myself in.

Take care of yourself,

Theseus

"Merlin's beard!" Newt was panicking. If there was one thing that he didn't need right now it was his older brother calling.

Newt stood up and turned to look at the clock behind him and tried to shrug off the dizziness that came with changing his position. White flashes lashed through his vision when he tried to focus his eyes on the clock and he let out a hiss of pain, grasping his smarting head with both hands. He felt a pull on his pant leg; looking down with squinted eyes he saw the niffler looking at him concerned. Slowly, painfully, Newt knelt and picked up the small animal in slightly shaking hands.

"I am okay girl, don't worry." He tried reading the time again and saw it showed 8:15.

Newt let out a sigh of relief pressing his aching face in the body of the niffler. Theseus must have forgotten because his brother was never normally late to anything. Sighing with relief, he slid down the wall by his desk hugging the sniffling animal. The niffler wriggled closer to Newt and snuggled against his chin. The pounding in his temple had spread to the whole left side of his face now. Newt was sweating, nauseas, and he could feel the horrible way his neck and jaw were locking up. He needed to get to bed, but the lamp on his desk was going to burn his eyes out of his sockets if he opened them and he didn't want to disturb the niffler on his chest.

Then there was a knock on the door. Newt groaned, why was this happening? He didn't even try to get out of his huddled position holding his niffler. He felt like he might lose the battle with his stomach any second now. There was more knocking, then a pause.

"Newt? I know you are home your light is on!" The door made a loud click and the door swung open to revealed Theseus, looking like the Ministry's poster child holding two bags bursting with food.

Apparently, he did not see his brothers huddled figure at first, walking to the small ice box in the kitchen and placing the bags inside before turning and calling out "Newt! Where are you?"

The loud sound broke what little composer Newt had left. The niffler slid out of his hands and into his lap as he grabbed his head. A low keening note escaped the back of his throat. Footsteps that sounded like gunshots echoed in his ears as his older brother rounded the corner.

"Newt what is wrong?" Theseus askes kneeling next to his pale brother. Theseus hadn't seen his brother ill in years.

"Migraine" Newt slurred in a very low voice.

Realization dawned on Theseus's face and quickly he turned and turned off the lamp on Newt's jumbled desk.

"I thought you said you didn't have these anymore Newt." Theseus whispered after walking back to his prone brother.

"Lied." Newt replied in a shaky voice.

Theseus sighed, slowly pulling Newt down and resting his brothers head on his thigh, tentatively rubbing his brother's neck and jaw with one hand. Just like he used to do back before they went to Hogwarts and their relationship had become so messed up and complicated.

He felt his brothers knotted tense muscles slowly release in his neck.

"Newt, I love you and I am always here for you." Theseus heard a tentative hum of affirmation from the man next to him.

"I take that you are out of migraine potion?" Theseus felt a slight nod from the man on the floor and a small grin crossed the older man's face.

"You never change much do you Newt."

There they sat for several hours. Theseus slowly working the mess of tension out of Newts shoulders while the younger man slipped into peaceful pain free sleep.