22 | You're Hired

Prompt: Newt hires Reader

Rated: PG

written by: patronewt

A/N: read author's note at end

***

"You're fired."

Your eyes widen, processing what was just said. You blink a couple times and smile, your boss was clearly joking. Oh that funny, funny man...

"Ahahaha, that a good one," you cry, laughing and patting your boss on the back. He stood there, standing stiff with a firm look on his face. You wipe tears of laughter from your eyes. "You almost got me there, for a second, I-"

"(Y/N)." he says sternly.

You look at him properly and see that his face hasn't changed, his lips in a solid straight line, unwavering. You finally realize that he wasn't kidding. A heavy weight drops in your chest.

"Wait, you're serious?" you start to feel light headed and very, very worried. "Why? What did I do?"

Your boss sighs, shaking his head.

"You are a phenomenally dedicated worker but I don't think that your, umm, personality matches with the all seriousness of the office." he pauses before continuing. "You do get your assignments done but not without causing ruckus and chaos around your co-workers. You are happy and bubbly but some would even go so far to call you annoying and uncoordinated. Heck, you were just laughing because you thought I was joking."

Your heart sinks, did everyone really think of you that way?

"I think...that you have the potential to do amazing things, it's just that here isn't where you will find it."

"But, I need this job. I need the money." you sniffle, tears dangerously threatening to fall. You could barely get along with the money you earned working for the lower class of the Daily Prophet, what were you going to do now?

"I'm sorry and I wish you good luck in the next chapter of your life."

*****

You mutter profanities under your breath as you wave your wand around your small office, the last of your belongings floating into a cardboard box.

Hesitantly, you force down the lid of the box, sealing it shut. You look around the now empty office room, the first and only place you've ever worked.

"Lighten up," you murmur to yourself as you pick up the box to leave the room for the final time. "I'm an optimistic person. Maybe the boss is right, maybe this is a new start. I will find a new job."

On the way out of the building you spit a board covered in random posters and advertisements. You eyes scan them quickly, there were no new job opportunities at all.

Losing hope for the day you start to walk away when something catches your eye.

The corner of a small blue poster was peeping out underneath a couple of the larger ones. You gently dig past them until you get to the one you wanted.

"Help wanted." you read, starting to get excited. "Magizoologist in need of assistance."

You frown, knitting your eyebrows together. A Magizoologist was a person who worked with creatures. Magical creatures. You shudder.

You were never fond of animals and you weren't sure if a job revolving around them would be ideal for you. But you had no choice, this was the only option for now.

You jot down the important information and decide that you would go for an interview the following day.

***

You nervously straighten your shirt, waiting on a bench outside of an office in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

"Come in." a friendly voice beckons from within.

You take a deep breathe and enter.

Sitting in the middle of the office was a young man, probably around your age, with curly, messy red-brown hair.

"Hello!" you say cheerfully. "I'm here for the opportunity to be an assistant, I hope that I am not too late."

"No, not at all! Please, sit." the man answers with a cute lopsided smile. You sit and take a closer look at him, really admiring his features. Freckles decorated his face and his green eyes shone with curiosity. He was good looking. Very good looking. You mentally traced the curve of his beautiful cheek bones, defined jaw line...

"I'm sorry Miss, is there something on my face?" he awkwardly clears his throat, signalling that things were getting weird.

"No!" you say a little too loudly, snapping out of your trance and sitting up straighter, fighting hard to cool down the blush that was threatening to bloom.

"Alrighty then. I'm Newt Scamander, and you are?" he asks, going to straight to business.

"(Y/N) (L/N)."

"So tell me (Y/N), have you had any experience with magical creatures?"

You twiddle your fingers, fidgeting in your seat. No, you hadn't and to be frank, you never wanted to. But this was your only shot, you had to get this job.

Hesitantly, you nod, trying to look as calm and confident as possible.

Newt doesn't question anything and continues.

"Have you worked with Thunderbirds, Erumpents, Occamies..."

He goes on and your head swirls with information and images of these creatures, each sounding even worse and more horrific than the last.

Again, you nod, becoming more uncomfortable with lying with each passing second.

"Congratulations, you're hired! We will get started right away!" he seemed excited, and you smiled, trying not to let it fall or waver.

You'd be fine right? Besides, they were just simple lies?...

***

So far your experience had been great, you and Newt had grown very close. You never really had to go near any of the creatures and mostly took notes for Newt. Although you did scream a couple of times when the Swooping Evil came flying out of no where, thankfully, Newt wasn't around at the time. On the bright side you hadn't died yet. You had also grown accustomed to the creatures and started to feel a connection to them...sort of. However, you still not so subtly refused to go near them. Newt definitely didn't suspect anything...yet. Hopefully.

Today was like no other, inside of Newt's suitcase with your notebook, jotting down everything Newt was muttering under his breath about Mooncalves. Your hand started to cramp from all the writing and you accidentally dropped your pencil.

"Why don't you take a break? You've been working hard, you deserve it." he drops down to pick up his pencil and you can't help but admire how his hair flawlessly fell over his face.

Oh yeah, you were crushing hard on your boss that was basically the same age as you. Not weird at all.

"Is there something on my face again, (Y/N)?" he asks, you were probably gazing at his beautiful face again. You become stiff, preparing to die of embarrassment, this happened wayyyyyy too often.

"Damn, it! Snap out of it!" you mutter quietly to yourself.

"Excuse me?" he blinks a couple of times, a small smile appearing on his face.

"Umm, nothing! I'll, uh, be on my way!" you let out super quickly, your words stumbling over each other, making it sound as though you were saying one super long word.

He chuckles as he watched your stiff figure shuffle away.

"Oh, (Y/N)!" he calls urgently, making your heart flutter. You turn to face him, he wasn't looking at you in the eyes. Maybe he was about to confess his feelings and prove that the feelings you had were mutual? TAKE THAT HATERS.

"Can you feed Frank afterwards? He's feelings cranky with me and I think that some other social contact would be good for him."

You panic, trying not to hyperventilate right there and then.

Crap, you were afraid. Crap, you didn't know how. Crap, you were screwed. Crap, you were going to die. Crap, you couldn't refuse. Crap, this is your job. Crap, Newt is so attractive.

Instead of telling him the truth, you nod.

"Of course!..."

***

"Hi there Frank..." you say, gently approaching the magnificent beast with a bucket full of its favourite food; you had no idea what it was, and you'd like it to stay that way.

"I've come with food?..."

Why that came out as a question, you didn't know but that was the least of your worries, you were shaking uncontrollably, the bucket threatening to fall from weakening fingers.

He squawks, his feathered head quickly approaching you. You shriek loudly, the bucket falling with a clang and you following close after. You heart pouncing harshly against your rib cage.

Frank looks puzzled at you but seems to shrug, ruffling his feathered wings before swooping down to munch on his fallen meal.

You slowly scoot away, still lying pathetically on the ground.

You hear light laughter behind you and your face flushes as you scramble back up on to your feet.

"He was just trying to nuzzle you." Newt says, still chuckling softly. You huff and he strides to your side with your long legs, giving you a quick hug. You savour it, probably looking like an idiot, but you didn't care, your heart was still pounding because if Frank.

"(Y/N), you don't have experience with creatures, do you?" he finally says, breaking the silence.

"Haha, what gave you that idea? I totally am..." you say sheepishly.

"Stop lying," he says sternly, yet slightly amused.

"Okay fine. Am I fired now?..."

"No, I would never do that to you...but I'd like an explanation."

So you tell him and he forgives you and understood why you did it. He offered to train you himself and you accepted. You two would be spending even more time with each other and neither if you were going to complain about that.

***

A/N

so i started a new account called @LittleandBrittle with my friend. it would be appreciated if you check it out. i'll put it in the external link.

my friend has opened a cover shop, and i have a face-claim book on there, so, if you need any help, we can try to help you. 

thanks!

-wild serenity