Multi-Fandom Imagines

Newt Scamander #1

 You sigh as you close up your book. "It will a wonder if we ever get all of this work done. I cannot believe they really expect all this of us."

 "Y/N, we have the final exams every year," Newt points out, "And every year you say the same thing."

 "Well, it's a little too much, don't you think?"

 "Maybe. But it's only meant to test us, to make sure we actually study and pay attention in classes."

 "Yeah, I suppose you've got a point. What would you say is your best class, Newt?"

 "Care of Magical Creatures," he answers immediately.

 You smile. "I thought that would be it. You've always paid such close attention in that one. Besides Quidditch, I'm not sure what mine is."

 "That's why you ought to become a professional Quidditch player after we graduate," Newt says. "You'd be great at it."

 You shrug. "I dunno."

 You glance around the Hufflepuff common room. It's getting late, and most of the other students have gone to bed by now. It's really just you and Newt.

 "What have you thought about doing?" you ask him. "After we graduate."

 Now he glances around the common room. "Well...I don't know if it's going to sound silly or anything, but...I want to be a magizoologist. I'm serious. I think it would be the right thing for me."

 You nod. "It would be. You love magical creatures, Newt."

 "I do. I want to be able to travel and study ones from different parts of the world. I might even write a book about them all one day."

 You smile again. "I book all about magical creatures by none other than the great Newt Scamander. It's perfect for you, you know. You'd be fantastic at it. The only thing bad, though, is that if you're off searching for new creatures, and I'm playing for Quidditch teams, we wouldn't see very much of each other, would we?"

 "No. I suppose we wouldn't."

 You both grow quiet, and the room suddenly seems to feel a lot more quiet, and more lonely.

 "Well, we'll write," you say. "And we'll see each other as much as we can."

 He nods. "Of course we will. And before we get to any of that, we have to pass these final exams."

 You groan. "Oh, don't remind me. I'm going to bed. Maybe tomorrow, I'll be able better if I've had some sleep. Goodnight, Newt."

 "Goodnight, Y/N," he says as you head up the stairs. "Think about the Quidditch career."