People Like Me Break Beautiful Things

As soon as Percy woke up, he was aware that the scolding would probably come. He had been interned in a muggle hospital since a civilian had found him and called 911 right away. It was the resident of the apartment in which Percy and the supposed Walter had confronted each other. Seraphina talked about the possibility of forgetting all the precented there as long as didn't put anything at risk when giving explanations. She was worried and could have told him some boring cliché like "I told you so" but in fact she had never told him. When Percival stated that he was ready to get back to work, Seraphina didn't object to it or frown. She settled into the seat of her desk and sighed, Percival was looking at her with eyes even darker and more fixed than usual, "no" was not a good answer, for some reason. The headache wasn't much higher than a low-pressure headache. Percival settled back on his bed and wrinkled his nose in dizziness. The door opened a few moments later, Newt standing on the other side with what appeared to be a niffler into his arms. The zoologist smiled at him and Percival was frozen as to his face because he had no idea what to do anyway. Newt was kind of weird, not that it was anything wrong with the boy but wasn't used to the kind of treatment Newt himself required. That someone wouldn't look him in the eye was unsettling, his head down all the time and his way of speaking jerky between a low tone, a slightly higher tone, and pure nervousness. Percival couldn't say that he disliked him, although he probably did. Gellert spoke to him on two or three occasions, although it was not enough to meet Newt at least he had an idea of how he could behave, Percival hadn't counted on that "How have you been?" Newt asked not close enough to the stretcher. Percival spluttered before collapsing back onto the bed. He didn't like closed places, much less if he had to spend too much time inside those places. His bad mood was skin deep and his thoughts were even messier than his hair. Answering Newt's question was difficult for him for no reason. "Fine" he said "I've been fine. Newt made a little face and the little animal in his arms he made an annoyed noise and tried to escape. Percival raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with him?" he asked Newt who could barely get a smile on his face. Having someone talk to him about any topic was already a bit uncomfortable for the zoologist, but if that talk was based on his animals, at least he could enjoy it a little more. "He's upset," he snapped, "I found him trying to steal one of the utensils from one of the doctors' necks. He escaped from the suitcase and I scolded him for it. "They can understand when you scold them? "Oh, of course!. They understand it quite well. For the first time in several days Percival smiled. Newt noticed it right away and returned the gesture as well. The niffler finally gave up and snorted. Graves looked towards some dead spot on the floor before settling himself a little better on the bed and clearing his throat as softly as possible. He had a dry mouth and hated it. "What are you here for, Newt? "Seraphina sent me" said with a neutral voice "you will be discharged in the afternoon and she said maybe you shouldn't start work until you're better. Percival was very quiet. Thousands of things passed quickly through his mind and none of them was useful. "Why?" was the only thing that helped. "The goal they gave you was simple and you failed. He spoke in a way that was too blunt and harsh. Newt almost wanted to beat himself up for his bluntness plus Percival He didn't seem like a man who took criticism very well. "Of course not! The goal was not simple!. Who are you to say something like that to me?" he began to defend himself for no reason as his voice grew exalted "you let endless shitty animals escape you like a fucking idiot... Newt looked at him with very fixed eyes and said absolutely nothing. The room was filled with a devastatingly uncomfortable silence, Percival thought it best to apologize. He settled back on the bed and slowly rolled his eyes. The Niffler cocked its head as it looked at him, and he thought that was pretty cute. "I'm sorry," he said, "I'm really sorry. Newt rubbed his nose for a second and shook his head slightly before shrugging. "Okay, it doesn't matter. you should rest, that would be very good. Percival didn't say a word after that. Newt thought he had had enough and said goodbye as he walked to the door as he left the room, hiding the Niffler somewhere in his sack as long as no Muggles will be scared thinking that the animal was a rat. Percival stared at the door for quite a long time and thought that he himself was an incomprehensible idiot because the company annoyed him but the fact of being alone also terrified him. He ran a hand through his hair trying to straighten it and wondered where the hell his wand was or if he had lost it. He found it ironic and wrongly amusing that in the time he'd been there it had never occurred to him to ask Seraphina or Newt or anyone about that item. After a few moments, he realized how serious the event was and the possibility of having lost his wand, and only at that moment did he worry. Not that he could do much and at least some of his magic is present within him, if he was looking for any kind of comfort. * Somewhere else Walter was hanging around the whole peculiar facility where he was kept most of the time. Some of the fake skins were walking around while others were just trying to try and clean up the mess that was all over the place. The portals to the different worlds were unstable and it's not that Tirana or Pimli really scolded Walter for crossing so often, although it's practically what they wanted him to understand when they told him how dangerous it was to travel in those conditions. He should have at least waited a couple of years (which would have been nothing considering Walter's near-immortality), but still, being a semi-immortal didn't mean he wasn't anxious or had a lot of patience, he used to be everything. opposite most of the time. The man in black took a few moments after taking a look at everyone's work. His office had been the first thing to be rebuilt, each fake skin worked as hard as possible to make the new room identical to the one that existed before although unfortunately only one of the elements of the site was rebuilt exactly the same as before. It was curious to note that the desk was the only thing rebuildable there, Walter let himself laugh before relaxing his back. He sat down and leaned back to put his hands on the small hidden drawer in the desk, opening it to find only a piece of what appeared to be ordinary Keystone Earth wood but Walter knew very well that it was not something so simple. "Percival Graves," he said to himself for no apparent reason. He continued to stare at the wand as if it were a child in wonder, then tuck it away safely inside the drawer. He supposed he would keep it for now...