Tomorrow, Tomorrow
The year was 1926, well it wouldn't be for much longer considering it was nearing the end of December. The weather wasn't absolutely horrible, but it was chilly enough for a thicker jacket than normal. All the paperwork had finally been finished from the Obscurial occurrence earlier that year, the paperwork was finished faster once Graves had fought to go back to work. Madam President had taken pity on the Aurors and so let them all go a bit early, making sure that everyone understood that even though they got a break from their desks they were still on duty until their shift ended. This forced one gruff Percival Graves out of his office and into a stuffy bar a block or so away from his apartment.
Graves sat in the darkest spot in McSorley's Old Ale House, taking small sips from his whiskey, slightly listening to the band play while his mind drifted. Most of the paperwork that had just been finished had the name Newt Scamander mentioned quite often, and his Aurors seemed to either thinks he's a joke or don't think much of him, probably because this Scamander man had discovered that Grindelwald was fooling everyone as well as saved New York instead of the Aurors. Percival made sure that once he had recuperated (physically at least, he was sure that his mental state would never be what it was) a job offering had been sent to this mysterious Englishman. Although the more he thought about his mysterious savior, the more he thought he should know something about this man that the reports didn't include.
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Newt Scamander had made hiself scarce once he had said his goodbyes. The book he had been working on was almost finished, and was at the moment placed carefully on top of a pile of not so carefully placed items. An almost empty inkwell tipped over, one drop of the black ink leaked onto the corner of a fresh page. Meanwhile a distracted Newt was feeding the Occamys, his mind far away form both the feeding process and his book, in fact it was back in New York where a job was waiting for him. Newt wasn't so sure about going back there just yet, he had secrets that one particular person couldn't find out, and that person would be unavoidable if he went back.
The truth was that Newt had almost fallen in love with the fake Percival Graves, of course Newt didn't fall for his charisma or kind words, no, Newt fell for the face, the body and the secrets barely hidden behind a mask. He had seen many things and met mnay people, and he knew how to read the lines on a face so when the imposter Graves had first spoken Newt was taken aback. The face that Newt had studied was a kind face, but the person wearing it was not a kind man, forcing wrinkles in places that were smooth before. It wasn't right, and that was when Newt started clueing into what was happening behind the scenes. Even so, Newt still fell for the story the face told, not what the wearer of the face said. It might have been a bit shallow, bu the Magizoologist couldn't help himself. When Newt figured out that it was Grindelwald using anothers face, Newt was excstatic, now he could find the real person and fall for him properly, bt when the time came that the real Graves was found, Newt was flooded with doubt and so he proceeded to leave immediately. A few weeks later the job offer came by owl, and now a few months after that Newt found himself imagining different scenarios about how his life would be if he went back to New York.
"Ouch! Daisy!" Scamander pulled his hand away from the nest, inspecting the bite that Daisy had given him, a new addition to his already scarred hands. She didn't even look sorry when Newt reprimanded her, instead she curled back into the dog bed she had claimed. It made Newt think about how comfortable he was in New York, about how he had friends who stayed by his side there. Even though Newt didn't like the crowds much, he could deal with that as long as he had his creatures, the case was big enough for Newt to live in if he could only find small living spaces.
Maybe I will take that offer, I could legally take care of more creatures and ... and i could see if maybe the real Director Graves is how my brother always says. I don't know why I never put two and two together until after about who Graves was, Theseusused to always talk about him. Oh well, I have nothing here anyways, I should write a reply once I put some ointment on this. Note: Reprimand Daisy so that she learns not to nip. Note: Write a reply to Madam President accepting the offer. Note: Get Christmas presents.
"Tomorrow, tomorrow we'll go back. Tomorrow I'll face him finally."
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The band took a break before their next set, so naturally, the noise level from the audience started to rise so much that Percival couldn't hear himself, it was time for the Director to leave. As he walked towards his apartment an owl glided down from the edge of a nearby building and landed on the Directors shoulder. A letter was attached to the owl's leg, Madam President's signature seal freshly pressed. The owl flew away as soon as its burden was gone, not waiting for a response. Breaking the seal was effortless, Graves had no clue how his highly trained Aurors still had trouble with them, the contents written upon the paper was surprising, but that emotion didn't last as Percival's mind drifted once more to the magizoologist and doubt filled his heart.
"Director Graves,
Starting tomorrow you will have a new member added to your department. Although his specialty is magical creatures, his values and actions differ from the Beasts department so he will be put under your supervision until he has settled in. Mister Newton Artemis Fido 'Newt' Scamander will be met by yourself at the apparition point tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock and will be made comfortable in the office. He will be sharing your office for a temporary time until his own office is set up. You will take him with you on missions so that he can learn how things are done here. I believe that Mister Scamander will be a great asset to your team and I also believe that your team could larn a few things from him as well.
Good Luck Director Graves, and best regards,
Seraphina Picquery"
"Tomorrow, tomorrow he'll be back. Tomorrow I'll see him finally."