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#fic: weaves a bower in endless night
afrenchaugurey · 4 months
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Hi ! I posted the second chapter of the little New Year fic. This one is a lot of world building. And ... puffskeins.
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The introduction scene :
Huffs and puffs gave their tempo to their steps in the cold cold night, glittering smokes under the silvery light. Under their soles, the frozen snow squeaked, implored them to find a shelter and end its suffering soon, to allow for a new pristine path to appear, peacefully renowned by the flakes sent by the fairy-floss clouds.
Nose buried under his old school scarf, Newt would have wanted to stop his gaze on every detail, every iced plant, every crackled puddle, every paw printed on the ground, but the group hurried to the slightly reclusive house. Tina’s fingers had woven with his, her thumb stoke his scar in soothing circles. As his breath naturally took the rhythm of her caress, he could tell that she was with him, perfectly present; even though she talked with Sebastian and Theseus, sharing anecdotes and thoughts, while Newt’s lingered in the air.
Soon, the page of a new year would turn, offering them a blank partition to sing their story. Yule’s energy would gradually vanish as the Sun would fight, bringing Litha to life every day even more.
For now, winter’s powers filled the air, and Newt could feel the magic tickle his skin, agitate his cells and erect the hair on his nape.
A week after the last Litha, his life had been given back to him.
A week after Yule, he was ready to start a new existence.
All he had to do was to put his affairs in order .
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afrenchaugurey · 4 months
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Hi!
I realize I forgot to post here but I posted chapter 4 of my New Year's fic.
Summary : After a complicated moment, Newt finally mixes with the New Year party.
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And the introduction scene
In the centre of the room, a large table sagged under the profusion of drinks, food and cutlery. Soft music came from nowhere, and would have bathed the area with a tender lullaby if it hadn’t been covered by all the other voices and noises. The chanting soapy bubbles had disappeared when Adeline had sat at the table, Evie replacing them by hovering oranges, pinecones and cinnamon sticks –mirrors of the tree’s decorations– that filled their noses with forest smells.
Evie had probably circled the dining space with Fencing Charms , as the dog and the puffskeins herd remained far from the food. The pre-dinner mini-sandwiches trays and drinks replenished automatically as soon as they emptied, offering enough provisions for a whole army.
“Snidget, you’re back! Come, and have a firewhisky!”
Theseus’s face had turned crimson, and Newt didn’t want to know how many glasses he had drunk already. Apparition or flight wouldn’t be an option to come back home for his brother that night; Newt would have to make sure of it.
“Snidget?” asked a woman Newt didn’t recognize, but whose cheeks gleamed as red as Theseus’s.
Her hair was like the plants frozen over the lake, a dark brown surrounded by white, and something in her gaze –traces of a complicated and heavy past, courage, and empowerment– reminded him of Tina.
“That was Newton’s nickname as a child, Sunshine,” Titania whispered in the other witch’s ear, before she wove their fingers and kissed her knuckles.
The woman’s eyes opened wide, and she stared at Newt who intensely looked at the ground.
“Of course! Snidget ! Newt Scamander! How could I have forgotten this!” she exclaimed, “I’m Poppy Sweeting.
Thank you for reading !
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afrenchaugurey · 4 months
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Chapter 3 of Weaves a Bower in Endless Night is posted.
Summary : Newt experiences a difficult moment before joining the party.
(This chapter is basically a hard moment, at the edge of an autistic meltdown. It is skippable for the plot but it felt it wanted to be written, and who am I to refuse? 🤷)
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The introduction scene :
Newt stood in front of the kitchen’s sink, his eyes lost in a haze even thicker than the city’s pea-supper, just as dizzying and dangerous. Magic from his roaring insides, magic from the house, prickled on each side of his skin. It stung, bit, tried to channel by any means, to join, collected in a hurricane under his skull. He felt shaken like a dusty rug, from which particles of pure energy would pop, instead of the soot and dirt. 
Scythed by vertigo, he let go of his wand. It fell on the ground and bounced on the tiled floor. To his sensitized ears, the thuds hit worse than the roaring sea crashing on the Dorset’s cliffs during a winter storm, tore his tympanums, painful, giddying. 
All his body tensed and began to wave, a hum emerging from his throat independently from his will, as if he had become a chanting bowl, the singing wind in his own tempest. While his fingers flexed around the ceramic, Newt closed his eyes, feeling the crisis’s aura come, and he tried to pull himself together. He tried hard .
Just a few more hours and they would be back home. With Tina, with their beasts, he would be allowed to relax, to remove the too-oppressing costume he had to wear –more often than not– in society.
Out of habit, he summoned one of the water drops that still danced in the adjacent room. The ball came to him in a zig-zag, uncertain, like an inebriated man. In accordance with his childhood memories, at the contact of his fingers, the bubble popped and delivered a myriad of foaming particles, shining with bioluminescence. Newt washed his hands with that enchanted soap, took more time than necessary, breathed. The repetitive motions, the gliding of one palm over another, lulled him, helped him to contain the sensations and the magic that attempted to escape. Enclosed in this pattern, he felt like he was free again. 
Above him, the ceiling began to twirl, mirroring the water in the siphon, gleaming like a river of diamonds. 
Soon, it became a typhoon, a tempest above him, a spiral ready to swallow all of his being into the depths. He wondered if it was charmed to be enthralling and beautiful (it was), or a reflexion of the occupants’ thoughts. Because, for now, these thoughts lingered over him, escaped to him, remained unreachable, swirled just like the enchanted plafond. The crisis’s augur loomed, bubbled in his blood, willing to knock him out, to drag him into the abyss, like an unchained hydra.
 
Would he have enough strength to overcome that bleak, glum, mermaids’ song?
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afrenchaugurey · 4 months
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Hi all
Just a head up to say that I posted chapter 5 a couple of days ago.
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afrenchaugurey · 3 months
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And my last fic is finally complete (and I forgot to post here)
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afrenchaugurey · 4 months
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So, I apparently, commited another "festive fic", self indulgent but not so fluffy this time.
And for once, there is almost a plot (almost).
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Summary : Dec 31, 1928
A mysterious pest spreads into magical Britain since Yule, and begins to cause political problems.
Newt Scamander expected to spend a cosy New Year’s Eve with his wife, but a series of unfortunate events forces him to change their plans, meeting old and new friends on their way, filling their evening with pleasing and less pleasing surprises.
Or when NewTina "meet" @Hero_of_Badass (from Twitter) OCs and some canon characters from the Hogwarts Legacy universe.
(Honestly, I don't think it'll interest someone outside the both of us, but it's on AO3 anyway)
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A snippet :
Newt hurried in the slippy streets, his coat’s collar unfolded to protect him from the rain and the wind. The cobbles had turned into an impressionist painting, mirroring some distorted reflections from the city’s lamps, the candles at the windows and the front beams of Muggles’ cars, offering their interpretation of the last evening of the year.
A bit further, a veil unfurled from the Thames, wrapped the city with its mist, silken and stifling, making the atmosphere perilous as much as enchanting, where the lampposts’ lights glowed alone, as if suspended in the air, flickering like fairies into the woods. 
For once, the Muggles lived in their world, and not the opposite. 
He was late. Again .
What would he have given to be home with his wife, and not in endless Ministry errands, where politics had much more importance than Life –no matter the species. 
In his department, the Pest Control Subdivision was overwhelmed for days by an unprecedented parasites invasion and people began to complain. Accidents happened more and more, all around the country, and the Minister of Magic was blamed. Severely.
Politics.
Also, Happy New Year !
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afrenchaugurey · 3 months
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Just posted chapter 6 of my last fic. I should post the epilogue in a few days. I wanted it completed so I post it, but it’s not proof readed or anything just my first draft. I'm afraid if I read it I'll simply erase it and I wanted that complete.
The introduction scene
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