☝️ – Tap my muse on the shoulder
Newt had been walking down the street, case in hand when he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. He paused, not sure who was there, but he turned to see–
“Carlos?” He asked in disbelief. It had been ages since he’d last seen the man. What were the chances of seeing him again?
The thin man smiled softly, and looked down shyly. “I’ve been keeping busy.” He replied, rubbing the back of his neck. “Lots of studying, lots of writing, lots of traveling.” He said, and glanced up at the man.
“What’s new with you?” He asked.
Carlos smiled slightly. “Well, um… I’ve been studying, myself,” he said. “Trying to hone my metal-charming as No-Maj technology around us marches forward, you know? I applied for a couple new patents for some charmed equipment that I invented.”
Carlos forgot how shy and awkward Newt would appear when you spoke to him. But if Carlos remembered correctly now, that was just how Newt was.
The man nodded, and glanced around as people passed them by. “That’s good.” He said, nodding a little. “And how’s your father?” He asked, tilting his head. “Are you having any more problems with the shed?”
Carlos shook his head. “No, no problems. We’ve learned how to spot bundimun rot so we’re able to keep them at bay. And keep them hidden from our neighbors. And Dad and Mikey are doing well. Thanks for asking.”
Newt smiled, and nodded. “That’s good.” He replied happily. “How are things in America? After the incident in New York, I came home, and I haven’t been able to return.” He explained.
Carlos shrugged slightly. “I don’t pay too much attention to politics, but I don’t think much has changed from a year ago. Some anti-magic cult had been destroyed, but that just seemed to fuel wizard elitists’ ideals.” He then gave a wry smile. “And I still can’t legally get a puffskein, even if I wanted to. So there’s that.”
The Perfect Scientist 