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☝️ – 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?

“Muggles.” He corrected, chuckling quietly. “And the bangers are good.” He added. “Chips are…” He paused, trying to think of how to explain them. “They’re like chopped up potato that we fry up, so they’re crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.” He explained. 

Carlos tried to imagine it as Newt explained it. “Okay… well, there’s not much that can go wrong with potatoes. Those sound good too.” Carlos looked at the menu again. “Okay – Guinness stew. Does it have actual Guinness in it?”

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☝️ – 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?

Despite the fact that what Carlos was saying was true, Newt still blushed and looked bashfully down at the table for a moment. “I appreciate that, Carlos.” He said, offering a small smile again. “But really, I didn’t do much – if anything, you helped me by allowing me to take that bundimun.”

“You did the research on the bundimun and came up with an idea to remove it without harming it,” Carlos pointed out. “Not to mention the actual work that came with cleaning up after it. I would have never known how to even approach the problem without you.”

He glanced down at the menu, and was quickly confused. “What’s a ‘banger’?” he asked, appearing a little troubled.

Newt smiled softly, though at Carlos’ question he gave a quiet chuckle. “A banger is a kind of sausage. They’re very good.” He said, and crossed his legs.

Carlos looked at him. “Sausage?” he asked. “Is it spicy? Also, I don’t understand some of the other things listed here… chips? Like, those thin crispy potato things?”

Newt seemed more than a little confused by the other’s confusion, and he blinked a few times. “Do Americans have different names for everything?” He asked out of genuine curiosity. 

Carlos shrugged slightly. “I suppose so? I mean, you call No-Majs ‘Moogles’ or something. Maybe you can help me out with the rest of this stuff too… the ‘Bangers’ sounds good, but I”m interested to know what the other dishes actually are.”

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☝️ – 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?

Despite the fact that what Carlos was saying was true, Newt still blushed and looked bashfully down at the table for a moment. “I appreciate that, Carlos.” He said, offering a small smile again. “But really, I didn’t do much – if anything, you helped me by allowing me to take that bundimun.”

“You did the research on the bundimun and came up with an idea to remove it without harming it,” Carlos pointed out. “Not to mention the actual work that came with cleaning up after it. I would have never known how to even approach the problem without you.”

He glanced down at the menu, and was quickly confused. “What’s a ‘banger’?” he asked, appearing a little troubled.

Newt smiled softly, though at Carlos’ question he gave a quiet chuckle. “A banger is a kind of sausage. They’re very good.” He said, and crossed his legs.

Carlos looked at him. “Sausage?” he asked. “Is it spicy? Also, I don’t understand some of the other things listed here… chips? Like, those thin crispy potato things?”

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☝️ – 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?

Newt smiled, and offered his arm. “I know a good place.” He said, and smiled happily at the man.

Oh, a Newt smile. Carlos forgot how much he liked those – Newt’s expressions were always so subtle.

Carlos took Newt’s elbow, assuming the other man would lead them to the place. “Is it a magic or a No-Maj place? I’ve got money for both.”

Once Carlos took his arm, he disapparated, and they suddenly appeared in front of The Leaky Cauldron. “It’s a magic place, don’t worry. This way we can speak freely.” He said to him. “And I can pay for lunch, it’s alright.” He added. 

The apparation took Carlos by surprise, but he quickly relaxed when he realized what happened. “Ha – you could’ve warned me,” he said to Newt without any heat in his voice. “Also, I already said I’d already pay, didn’t I? You going to make a dishonest wizard out of me, Newt?”

Carlos looked around them. It appeared to be a pub of some kind dripping in magic, as most all wizard places that Carlos went to did. It reminded him a bit of Ilvermorny, though not quite as old or Gothic. However, it seemed very homely.

Newt smiled at the comment, and shrugged. “It’s always good to keep you on your toes.” He replied teasingly, leading the man inside and finding a table for the two of them. Menus floated over to them, and the thin man handed one over to the other.

“Are you sure? You’re visiting, I feel like I should return the favour after you and your family were so kind.” He said to him.

Carlos snorted. “It’s not like it was all one-sided, Newt. Or I guess three-sided, since it was my family.You helped us, we put you up and fed you – in addition to you being a good friend of ours and mine…” Carlos didn’t carry on and just smiled at Newt, waiting to see how he reacted.