[ graves might not think very much of his creatures, but times are changing -- and gradually, so is his opinion of them, especially when he, on the occasion, goes down to help newt out from time to time. not that anyone will ever find out, the way they keep whatever they have firmly under wraps. it's a strange thing, he supposes, this fancy, and when newt said that he would bring someone here, graves had very little idea it would be someone like him.
newt had promised interesting, but knowing the magizoologist, 'interesting' covers an immense range, and graves usually isn't entirely sure where the scale swings sometimes.
even so, he has to admit that the newest consultant that macusa is in the midst of testing out has gumption -- he's pretty, and young, and wholly strange in ways that pique graves' interest despite himself, and a part of him wonders if newt has already anticipated this, that this is why he'd asked him here.
teddy is now a girl, ridiculously attractive and in a shade of bright pink that is very nearly blinding (is that teddy's favorite color?). reading through the report she (he?) has given him, graves looks through the text, gleaning whatever he can from everything that's offered. teddy is clever, as bright as she is beautiful, and graves absently taps the side of the report as he contemplates her. ]
[ teddy glances back up at the question, brows lifting in surprise. ] --About being helpful? [ a beat, then she grins, the pink of her hair turning a soft, pleased lavender. ] Oh, he knows that I quite like the work he does. We were only a few years apart in school, you know, and we were both in Hufflepuff. I'm very fond of him.
[ perhaps because newt had stood out in his own way as much as teddy did. of course, there couldn't be two people more opposite-- where newt is quiet and awkward and prefers the company of beasts, teddy is bright and outgoing and social. given his complicated approach to his sex and gender, though, not to mention the men he prefers, he'd learned the hard way to just embrace it all. the more stunned people are by him, the less likely they are to find the breath to condemn him.
she sets her cup back down again, uncrossing her legs and then re-crossing them the other way, pink eyes lifting to graves's again. ]
--Anyway, there's nothing else I can do tonight. And I checked with some of your Aurors before I came by: they said you haven't eaten since breakfast. [ her lips curve, amused and a little wicked. ] You should come by, let me cook for you.
[ teddy is captivating, and graves doesn't just mean the whole physical changes thing. her charm is light-hearted and bright, bubbly and warm and welcoming; a far cry from graves' natural no-nonsense demeanor. despite the fact that she seems to be ever-changing, her nature remains the same, and he can't help but smile faintly.
there is so much graves has yet to learn about her, and yet here she is, happily inviting him over to her place so that she can cook for him. but he's pleased with her progress and her insight -- despite her friendly nature teddy is more than competent; she has a gift for the work, and graves is pleased enough with it to actually contemplate her invitation. ]
It happens very often. [ there rarely is enough time for him to grab more than a bite; it's just the way of things. raising his brow at her, curious and amused, he asks. ]
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newt had promised interesting, but knowing the magizoologist, 'interesting' covers an immense range, and graves usually isn't entirely sure where the scale swings sometimes.
even so, he has to admit that the newest consultant that macusa is in the midst of testing out has gumption -- he's pretty, and young, and wholly strange in ways that pique graves' interest despite himself, and a part of him wonders if newt has already anticipated this, that this is why he'd asked him here.
teddy is now a girl, ridiculously attractive and in a shade of bright pink that is very nearly blinding (is that teddy's favorite color?). reading through the report she (he?) has given him, graves looks through the text, gleaning whatever he can from everything that's offered. teddy is clever, as bright as she is beautiful, and graves absently taps the side of the report as he contemplates her. ]
What did Newt say to that?
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[ perhaps because newt had stood out in his own way as much as teddy did. of course, there couldn't be two people more opposite-- where newt is quiet and awkward and prefers the company of beasts, teddy is bright and outgoing and social. given his complicated approach to his sex and gender, though, not to mention the men he prefers, he'd learned the hard way to just embrace it all. the more stunned people are by him, the less likely they are to find the breath to condemn him.
she sets her cup back down again, uncrossing her legs and then re-crossing them the other way, pink eyes lifting to graves's again. ]
--Anyway, there's nothing else I can do tonight. And I checked with some of your Aurors before I came by: they said you haven't eaten since breakfast. [ her lips curve, amused and a little wicked. ] You should come by, let me cook for you.
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there is so much graves has yet to learn about her, and yet here she is, happily inviting him over to her place so that she can cook for him. but he's pleased with her progress and her insight -- despite her friendly nature teddy is more than competent; she has a gift for the work, and graves is pleased enough with it to actually contemplate her invitation. ]
It happens very often. [ there rarely is enough time for him to grab more than a bite; it's just the way of things. raising his brow at her, curious and amused, he asks. ]
And what's on the menu tonight?