Newt listens to the young girl, watching as she speaks, explaining her situation. He's reminded, again, of Obscurials, the way she talks of the fungus with a mind of its own. Just like those witches and wizards struggling against the results of their repressed magic, she struggles with the fungus inside of her, he thinks.
He's even more determined to help, now.
"So you feed on animals to sate the fungus," he repeats. "What about raw meat? Would that help at all? You wouldn't have to fend for yourself, then."
He manages a smile at how she describes magic. "Not just stories," he tells her. "At least, not where I come from." He pulls out his wand and makes blossoms burst from the end of it, holding the bouquet out for her to inspect, if she likes.
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Date: 2017-08-28 11:10 pm (UTC)From:He's even more determined to help, now.
"So you feed on animals to sate the fungus," he repeats. "What about raw meat? Would that help at all? You wouldn't have to fend for yourself, then."
He manages a smile at how she describes magic. "Not just stories," he tells her. "At least, not where I come from." He pulls out his wand and makes blossoms burst from the end of it, holding the bouquet out for her to inspect, if she likes.