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"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.
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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."
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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."
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"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.
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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!
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"...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?