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[findingbeasts]

"That was very rude. You must have frightened him very badly for him to end up like this."

That's what Credence would find himself waking up to several hours later, a fire crackling somewhere close as someone scolds the Misdreavus. A coat is resting over Credence and his head is pillowed on a backpack, whoever it was that found him clearly wanting to try and make him comfortable.

Once he's awake and can see where he is, he'll find himself in the midst of a small campsite with...that's a lot of Pokemon settled about.

A large, old Drampa is resting around the far edge of the campsite, dozing contently with a small Rockruff and a Piplup curled up against him. A Gastly is hovering around the fire near the Misdreavus making a soft tsking sound, clearly just as unimpressed with what she had done as his trainer is. An Audino is busy cleaning up a mess some of the other Pokemon had made with the help of a Noibat who looks like he'd rather be sleeping than doing this but who can deny Queenie?

And the source of the voice?

Newt Scamander is sitting on a log, frowning gently at the Misdreavus as a Staravia sits beside him on the log with the same sort of frown. Two small Flabebes are perched on Newt's shoulder whispering to one another, catching up since Morgan had only just returned home.

"Once he wakes up, it would be the best idea for you to apologize and try to make amends with him. The poor boy has already been through quite a bit, there's no need to make it worse for him. Understood?" Newt said softly, head tilting.

[notclearwater]

The Misdreavus looked quite guilty, her eyes cast downwards. She obviously had just been having a good bit of fun with her new trainer. The young man had to have seen that, right? But he ran away and fainted. Trainers weren't supposed to do that. Now she felt badly about the whole thing...

Credence roused slowly. It was more the sound of the fire crackling, because generally fire wasn't an overly positive thing back home if it was open like this. But right, he was in the middle of no where...

He blinks blearily. Right... He'd been running from something, from-- All..

He sits up sharply at the sight of all these creatures around him. There was clear panic in his face. His eyes landed on the one human form among all these monsters. His hand found the pendant, clutching it tight as he shifts to run towards the man.

"Mr--" Oh wait that... That was not Mr. Graves and ...

That thing was there with him and it had another floating thing with it now and--That was a dragon wasn't it?

"Oh..." Credence was feeling... rather light headed again.

The Misdreavus made a delighted call at seeing her trainer awake and starts to move towards him to greet him. She came up short when the young man was flinging his hands out to try and ward her off.

[findingbeasts]

Newt was on his feet in an instant, putting an arm out to gently keep the Misdreavus back while he made a calming sound at all the others since tension was clear among all those awake.

"Easy, easy, everyone stay calm," he said soothingly, waiting until he was sure Merlin, especially, wasn't going to attack before he slowly knelt down where he was. He kept his body language open and his expression gentle, offering Credence a smile.

"Hello, Credence, isn't it?" Newt murmured with a faint smile. "My name is Newt Scamander. We were never properly introduced but I am familiar with a few acquaintances of yours. I believe you know Miss Goldstein?" Over Newt's shoulder his Gastly, Nicholas, is peering over at Credence curiously, his aura flickering as he let's out a quiet little hum.

[notclearwater]

Who was this person? How did they know his name? How-- Oh. Miss Goldstein.

That name was familiar and it seemed to put a blanket of calm over Credence. Someone who had been kind, someone who had protected him. ven if his memory was a little shady about it he.. knew.

And that.. other thing was looking at him and Credence looks down, twisting the pendant in his fingers.It wasn't Mr. Graves but this person seemed kind and he was unafraid of the creatures around them.

"It ... Yes. I... how do you know Miss Gold... stein..?" The ground was the most interesting thing in the world right now.

The young man looked ready to fold into himself like a black hole. The Misdreavus looks over at Nicholas, frowning.

"I think he's broken."

[findingbeasts]

"She is a friend of mine. A rather new friend, I suppose, since we only just met but a friend nonetheless," Newt rambled slightly, his usual awkwardness showing as his gaze flit from Credence to various Pokemon and back again. "Just as these creatures are my friends. And yours, if you will allow them."

Nicholas dipped behind Newt as he looked over to the Misdreavus, expression drooping.

"Sad. I think he's sad. And scared," the Gastly commented, aura flickering as he drifted over to the other ghost. "It'll be okay, though."

Newt could fix it..right?

"I know this is quite a bit to take in but you are safe here, Credence," Newt continued, catching the way the young man was fidgeting with the necklace and his gaze lingered there for a moment.

Curious.

"I promise that no one here will harm you."

[notclearwater]

"New trainers shouldn't be sad. They're supposed to be happy! They just got their first Pokemon!" She clearly just didn't get it. She'd seen other Pokemon welcomed with open arms. It didn't seem fair.

"M.. Ma will get angry. These are.. these aren't... real. they're witch... demons and.. and..." He didn't know what else to call them.

Mary Lou hadn't exactly described creatures as much as she'd described witches. Not that it stopped an inate curiosity in Credence that continued to draw him to these types of things.

"I.. I shouldn't be here, I have to help Mr. Graves and I need to be home at a certain time or Ma will get angry with me..."

This wasn't quite how his day was supposed to be going. Hand out flyers. Maybe talk with Mr. Graves. Talk to Modesty. Go home. Hopefully manage to get a day by without Mary Lou getting angry with him.

He'd yet to look at Newt. He knew what the man's voice sounded like, his hands and his clothes but his face? Credence seemed permanently bent downwards.

[findingbeasts]

"Sometimes it's not that simple." It was Albus the Drampa that spoke up now, the large dragon still resting where he had been before but his unseeing eyes were cracked open and peering in the direction of the ghosts. "He needs your help to learn."

Graves.

Newt's hands twitched at the mention of the man and he immediately started to fiddle with his sleeves, clearing his throat as he smiled some.

"From what I understand, things..time stands still while we are here, Credence," he said slowly, hoping that he wasn't about to overwhelm this poor young man. "They will have no idea you're gone and when you do return home, it will be to the exact moment you left." If they went home. It was a very large if from what he had come to understand but that was better left unsaid.

Queenie, who had paused in her cleaning when everything started, let out a soft little twill as she watched Credence, waving at the young man. It's okay, really. Everyone is nice here!

[notclearwater]

Misdreavus slouches, looking disappointed still. She really wanted a confident, strong trainer... one that helped HER, not the other way around. And on top of that she'd made a terrible first impression.

"...is this.. magic then?"

It seemed obviously so. Credence had such conflicting thoughts on magic. Inexorably drawn to it yet taught ti be ashamed and afraid of it and its practitioners.

He startled at the noise Queenie made, pulling the coat closer around himself. His eyes glanced fearfully towards her before the instinctive drop to avoid eye contact. Forever acting submissively.

"Then.. I won't get in trouble.. did.. Is this Mr. Graves' doing? He said he would.. teach me but I'm not supposed to.. uh.."

Well, he's messed that up already hadn't he?