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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚡:
𝙽𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙰 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚘 𝙰𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚜
𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘

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And on that note, Newt had given her a tour and allowed them to get used to her scent. Especially if she was going to be staying near him for another night, he even theorized that they did catch her scent and they were already accepting of her.

Roe had stayed a decent few steps away, making sure that Newt kept to his hands to himself. And he did, he was very good at being a gentleman. Though Corin should've noticed that he was blushing every other sentence had she not been so enraptured with knowledge coming straight from the source.

And she felt rather special in being the first to learn in this timeline. While Newt was in need of an outlet to let this knowledge sore, and it helped to talk through what the important bits were.

It was an outside point of view for him to learn what a reader like Corin would be interested in. She was young and interested in the topic, though it also needed to teach.

"Would you teach magical creatures?"
"Er—I'm not much of an in front of the room type of wizard..." He mumbled out and she smiled and shrugged.
"I think you'd do brilliant, I'm not the best at public speaking either. Or practicing demonstrations in front of people. But at one point you realize that either they're nervous about presenting or they have their own worries." Her logic was accurate, and he smiled though his eyes were still hidden underneath that uncontrollable bush at the front of his head that Corin wanted to just run her hands through to move to the side.

Course she's seen his eyes, but he was starting to get shyer as the day continued further. Though either had a moment when Newt went 'topside' again to retrieve their dinner, but this time he decided that it'd be better to eat at the table than on the floor.

His brother taught him better than to let a witch dine on the floor, sweet Merlin Theseus would surely chide him on this.

Having placed the food at the cleared off table, he called Corin as he was wiping his heads with a cloth. "Humor me, how did you feed yourself for so long Newt?"
"I have a semi operational kitchen off in the corner there, it made due for the most part."
"I believe you said 'semi operational'?" His head was bent at such an angle that Corin was worried that he was hurting himself, but in reality, she was embarrassing him further.

"Merlin, well when we reach America I'll buy the first meal." The bloke recoiled as if Corin had said something to the utmost blasphemy, that she confessed to killing Merlin herself.

"A-absolutely not...That isn't—"
"My mother and father raised me with the manners of thanking someone, let me say thank you Newt...Or you know what? I'll manage to figure something out in the semi operational kitchen of yours." He blinked, completely taken back by the offer of a cooked meal. He hadn't any doubt that whatever Corin would make would be delicious, as it was common knowledge that witches—And women were well versed in the kitchen.

But then Corin frowned as she set herself up in the stereotype.

"My father actually taught me to cook, especially breakfast. He loved surprising mum." Corin smiled fondly at the memories of her family, but they were lost in time.

"I'm sorry to intrude, and please tell me if I ever do...But have your parents...?"
"Passed?... Yes. And I didn't get to say goodbye." She said with a tear sliding down her face but a smile still plastered.

"Corin I'm so sorry."
"If I remember correctly, Newton, is that you have to have done something wrong to follow up in saying sorry." She whispered back, Newt had been right there for the taking and something instinctually had taken control and interlocked her hand into his.

She gasped at the contact as she hadn't meant to do such a thing, but Newt had just moved in the nick of time to withhold a release. Going so far as to soothing his thumb to his hand and she let out another smile.

It was an adorable moment yes, but Dougal saw that it was a working method, and so he jumped into Corin's lap and went to go and hold her other hand.
"Oh yes I can't forget about you darling, did you eat too?" The little fellow seemed to have responded positively, though she hadn't recognized his cues just yet. But Newt figured she would sooner or later.

Even with Dougal in their mists, they fell into sync in talking. And Newt actually found himself enjoying this type of socializing, he had been so stressed and wracked with impending due dates for his book that the overwhelmingness had vanished in this new company.

After lunch had ended, Newt continued off to work with his occamy babies. Corin had said she had a rather bad experience with one before, though they weren't newborns...But that only means they're even more defensive.

So instead Corin remained with Dougal and Roe, and decided to sit on one of the center workbenches and found herself drawing.

She had taken a small peek to see Frank, and in remembrance to half Newt's story, she recalled that he was off in New York on Dumbledore's orders to let Frank free.

Perhaps it would be a good parting gift, and looking at the first draft she smiled. It looked pretty good, and Frank was a perfect model. Though Corin assumed that he was curious about a newcomer.

For the most part he hadn't made such a fuss, but when he perched himself to the lowest branch he cocked his head in such a way that screamed to Corin as an invitation to come closer.

"H-hello...My name is uh—My name is Corin. You have a beautiful set of feathers." She had started out as a whisper, but then realized that her voice wasn't loud enough to get across to the fellow.
"My mum always said I haven't got a harmful bone in my body...And my dad would say I hurt myself more than those around me. But I haven't figured out what that means yet more than just being clumsy." She continued to speak as she came closer to him, though her steps were still cautious and her hand was out in offering while her head was tilted down.

"'A Thunderbird...M.O.M Classification XXXX...The Thunderbird is unique to North America and is found plentiful in Arizona. Taller than a man when full-grown, it has the power to create storms as it flies. The Thunderbird is so sensitive to supernatural danger that wands created with its feathers have been known to fire curses preemptively. One of the houses of Ilvernmorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is named after the Thunderbird.' But the book doesn't do you justice, no sir." Her voice paired with a smile hadn't enacted the sensitive alarm that Thunderbirds have ingrained to sense danger.

And it was far away when Corin had entered, and Frank found that comforting.

Letting out a caw had caused her to retract her hand slightly, but she sucked in a breath to attempt again with another step. His voice hadn't sounded all that threatening.

However the sudden place of contact with his dented beak caused Corin to whimper, but not for the reason Frank thought. It was strange to meet a witch that was afraid of him, but it wasn't the case.

Corin was guilty of knowing his story and knowing how Newt found Frank, shackled and trapped against his will.

"I'm sorry Frank, for all that's happened to you...But I can promise you that it's smooth sailing. Literally." He responded in another coo like the last, and she smiled with her second hand coming to cup his cheek and rub upwards. "That was a poor joke, I'm sorry. But you are a very handsome boy." She said, placing her forehead down to his beak, and when she rose her eyes connected to his.

"E-Corin...I must warn you that Frank isn't the most open to—New peo—" Newt had hurried into the exhibit and felt his jaw unhinge at the sight before him. Corin had been so close to the Thunderbird but he didn't even have his wings extended and that caught the attention of the Zoolologist.

"Well I think he's a gentleman. And a very handsome boy." She smiled and petted the top of the Thunderbird's head, while Newt couldn't have been more in admiration.

The most traumatic creature in his case had accepted Corin Rosewood. Sweet Merlin it was breathtaking to watch her interact with Frank.

"Has he eaten already?"
"Er—Yes. But I'm sure he'd like a snack if you'd wish to feed him." She bit her lip, afraid to ask and instead he simply went off to one of the barrels before the exhibit and offered a chunk of meat, it wasn't that he was worried that Corin couldn't handle it. But she simply traded her journal for the meat and held it up in offering.

Newt had explained Frank's story, but it was much more brutal than Corin could've predicted and she was able to ask the questions that a book wouldn't be able to provide.

As many times as Newt put the warning of prying into certain things, he had instantly gone off towards the book in his hands to write a note.

"Wait!...I-I haven't finished yet," Corin called out, and it caused him to halt his action. He continued to shrug and apologies, especially when he realized that Corin herself was starting to get embarrassed herself.

"I drew Roe and Dougal together, but don't tell him. He gets all yappy about it." It made Newt feel a little better on the front, especially when she wasn't angry about it.

Instead she just took it and ripped out a piece of parchment to hand off towards him. "Please, I know that look a mile away." She simply said as she handed the quill and continued off to give Frank another few pets.

He rather liked the silent presence that Corin had, and she floated about the pens and greeted the creatures with a cautious step. And when they accepted her gave them mountains of attention and rubs, though perhaps he should warn her about certain creatures that like to toy and admit a posieness gas into the air before devouring their—

Perhaps he should stick close by just in case she does startle the wrong creature, but truthfully he simply wanted to see how she interacted with them.

She surely had a knowledge for creatures, and she certainly asked the right questions. Some even creative ones that he had to think for a moment. Which caused him to have a list of his own questions, he took this as both the curiosity of a Ravenclaw, but also a reader—Or future reader he was hoping.

Corin had been slightly afraid of the Occamy chicks, they had been born just a few days ago and Newt was unsure as to why she was so apprehensive about it.

She was hiding behind him for goodness sakes.

"Corin, I can promise you they aren't that aggressive. It's simply them defending themselves early." She peeked to the pen and returned back to continue to hide. He was about to speak once more until he realized she was trying to calm herself, perhaps she had an awful experience with Occamy's?

"C-Could you tell me about them?"
"Er, well they're very vibrant in colors, their wingspan is usually double their body length always. It holds when they enact their ability of Choranaptyxic. They grow or shrink to fit available space, that's why I have a slight roof over their heads and the walls too tall for them to get across. They won't get out without my say so." He smiled to himself as Corin turned back to look at them and they were surely looking her with the same peculiar coos and wing flaps.

"Can you pick one up for me?" She questioned, and he grinned ear to ear as he did just that. "Just hold him by the bottom...He might slither-in to settle himself better." Corin nodded, another breath escaped her while she chanted Newt's word in the back of her head.

Not what he had just spoke, but what he's written—Will write.

'The Occamy is found in the Far East and India. A plumed, two-legged winged creature with a serpentine body, the Occamy may reach a length of fifteen feet. It feeds mainly on rats and birds, though has been known to carry off monkeys. The Occamy is aggressive to all who approach it, particularly in defense of its eggs whose shells are made of the purest, softest silver...'
M.O.M Classification: XXXX

Newt was slightly nervous as her eyes were closed, and when she felt the first movement of the Occamy her shoulder's hitched and she made a rather adorable sound.

Almost like a kitten.

She peeked one of her eyes open to see the beautiful fellow cock it's head back and forth, fluttering his wings up to try and gain her attention.

Did Newt pick the docile one of the group? He surely did. But he didn't tell Corin that, instead he watched the interaction of a fearful witch turned into that of complete awe.

"Well aren't you handsome." The lil Occamy seemingly responded positively to the comment as he returned with his own voice. Newt looked down to picket, who was rather shy in meeting a new human at the moment—Even though he had cuddled with her most of last night.

Newt watched as Corin was fighting herself from petting him, and they surely did look like he wanted a small pat. But like he said in both his verbal and written interpretation to their species. They are very defensive, and she instead started to pet him with her thumb brushing through his feathers, seeing the layers of different shades. And they almost glisten in the light.

"Do you tend to call all creatures handsome?" Corin had perhaps forgot that Newt was there, her cheeks were starting to burn with embarrassment. "Only if they're a lad, but I'm sure there are some beautiful Occamy's in there too." She said, withholding her smile with her perked lips, and Newt suddenly realized he adored that look.

"I think I like them this size instead of anything bigger, yes you're very manageable when you're a lil boy." As Newt was cleaning up their pen he hissed after being nipped. "Are you alright?" She rushed and he waved it off with a small smile.

"Perfectly alright, my hands are very used to their nips. They aren't my first batch of Occamy eggs, they—They were actually being sold on the black market...As food." Corin let out a small whimper, and it surely did cause the little fellow in her grasp to be something a little less than concerned.

"If I pet you will you snap at me love?" She whispered, taking a seat onto the crate beside her. And it caused him to fluff his feathers almost in a slight agreement.

But she hadn't gone straight for the hand pat, instead her free hand had managed to rub the likes of his belly. There hadn't been another moment before the snake-like creature had started to wrap around her arm like a cuff.

He felt like a second sleeve, while Newt was running a list in his head—Making her and the Occamy's actions undetectable. She croaked out hiss name.

"N-Newt?...What does this mean?" She whispered, scared that the fellow could act as a snake. To measure her up and grow in size to eat her.

"Sure he means well if he's—Oh. That's..."
"Peculiar, horrifying...Merlin Clyde, I simply wanted to give you a pet." Newt blinked as he too tilted his head in confusion.

"I'm sorry did you just name him Clyde?"
"Y-yes? Is he going to strangle my arm?"
"No, and they aren't known to eat witches and wizards at any size. I think he's rather fond of you for latching on your arm. Believe you've made another friend." She chuckled with a smile prominent on her face.

"Are you saying we aren't friends yet Mr.Scamander?" She rallied, and it caused Newt to still. "O-Of course we are." He hadn't realized what that meant to her, to hear that she was indeed friends with the Newt Scamander...

It made this unfortunate occurrence a little brighter on this side.

"Well then please call me Cory."
"Cory. I think I can manage that."
"Good, thank you Newton." For sure she was teasing him, and he tried to find the words to say that he rather preferred Newt.

But it didn't sound all that strange coming from her lips, he rather liked it.

"But I do think Newt is a perfect nickname...Is that a bow truckle?" Cory had titled her head, spotting picket in his pocket simply being an audience to this conversation. And she smiled at the idea of actually meeting the Picket—One that's saved Newt countless of times.

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Date: 07-17-2020

Time: 5:39

Words: 2910