Re: Over the Music Shop: Daniel W/Newt P
On the contrary, the failure wasn't the only thing close to Daniel. Newt was, as well. A room's length, after all, was much closer than he had ever been to this man. It wasn't too close, however, and the younger man had yet to feel threatened. Rather, he felt only the usual trepidation of social interaction and the usual trepidation of walking into another's home, be he centaur, human, niffler, or anything (or anyone) else. Newt was the courageous sort, and, on this occasion, he had an invitation to be here.—From where he stood, still by the door to the flat from the stairs, he looked upon Daniel with curiosity.
The redhead had removed his coat and brought himself to waistcoat and shirtsleeves, and he turned his gaze from the cramp and clutter of the space to the man in the chair when he was spoken to. If Daniel had an accent, Newt couldn't quite place it. His own was the rather standard Received Pronunciation of the modern era, a bit posh, really, but it managed to come off as unassuming from Newt's lips. Perhaps he strayed into more archaic speech patterns himself, but wizards, by nature, were an old-fashioned lot and he couldn't be blamed for those habits.—Whether Daniel could be blamed for the habits of his household didn't matter much to Newt at the moment. He'd seen worse. His space in his case tended to look as if a whirlwind had torn through, and that was only half the fault of the creatures who picked through his things. That this should present more work for him didn't seem to bother the man. He gave Daniel a smile that only lifted the corners of freckled lips. "It's quite all right," he said.
If there was anything more meant to come, Newt was distracted by the appearance of a white cat. His smile brightened and the man detoured toward the bed, albeit with careful steps, so as not to startle the dear creature as she eyed him warily. Her eyes, he noticed, were light, and that she might be deaf occurred to him. Cats devised much of their information of their environment by scent. Newt stood someways from the unkempt bed with a bony hand outstretched. The little cat could come inspect him at her leisure. In the meantime, Newt mentally formulated a list of spells he'd need. He realized, of course, Daniel was quite possibly a Muggle, but the ginger man had always been rather poor at remembering himself in such instances.