Newt Scamander | Fantastic Beasts (
ifoundthem) wrote in
lastvoyageslogs2017-10-19 03:06 pm
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[Conolophus marthae]
Who: Newt and OPEN
What: What Newt is doing instead of the mingle
When: Beginning of the WTF breach
Where: Around the mansion grounds and the island
Professor Newton Scamander has long since lost track of how, exactly, he's related to the Admiral. He is, however, one of the few to show up like clockwork any time an invitation goes out. Not for the hypothetical inheritance or the socializing (heaven forbid for the socializing), but because the island has a plethora of interesting life not found on the mainland. And, Newt rather suspects, not found much of anywhere else, either.
Which is why, while most of the family and guests are in the mansion catching up and attempting to be polite, he's poking around outside. Literally. Checking under rocks and bushes, scribbling notes in a little book about locations of possible nests or burrows, taking snapshots with the clunky camera around his neck. He wanders out from the mansion grounds to the coastline and back as he canvases the island, happily recording the changes since last time he was here.
Little things, like meeting distant family members and, for example, eating are forgotten, for the moment.
What: What Newt is doing instead of the mingle
When: Beginning of the WTF breach
Where: Around the mansion grounds and the island
Professor Newton Scamander has long since lost track of how, exactly, he's related to the Admiral. He is, however, one of the few to show up like clockwork any time an invitation goes out. Not for the hypothetical inheritance or the socializing (heaven forbid for the socializing), but because the island has a plethora of interesting life not found on the mainland. And, Newt rather suspects, not found much of anywhere else, either.
Which is why, while most of the family and guests are in the mansion catching up and attempting to be polite, he's poking around outside. Literally. Checking under rocks and bushes, scribbling notes in a little book about locations of possible nests or burrows, taking snapshots with the clunky camera around his neck. He wanders out from the mansion grounds to the coastline and back as he canvases the island, happily recording the changes since last time he was here.
Little things, like meeting distant family members and, for example, eating are forgotten, for the moment.

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She thinks she's gotten pretty good at studying some of it.
"Hi, Professor Scamander. I brought some thermos of coffee, if you want one." Also a notebook and, in fact, some genuine interest in learning about the possibly unique creatures on the island.
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"I- that does sound good, actually. What time is it?" He's been out here a while, he knows that.
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Not that he's denying the rest of it is possible.
"Well, let's- let's head inside, then."
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She smiles at him.
"I'm sure everyone would be very upset if they had to cancel your class."
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Something he seems remarkably matter-of-fact about.
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She grins.
"And that's equivalent to at least ten students." Even if she's not, technically speaking, one of his students.
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