Caution is for other men

[mr_englishguy]

Who: Newt Scamander, You
Where: Outside
When: All three days
Rating: PG for injury
Summary: Much of it is just Newt enjoying the snow. Except the end of the second day when he manages to take a tumble skiing and breaks his leg. DEFINITELY open for a doctor or medical types for that.
The Story:

Day One

The first day, with all the snow and the changes, Newt can't help but to enjoy himself. Andy the pyjak wants nothing to do with the snow, hiding out inside, but Newt has thrown himself into it all wholeheartedly.

Snowball fights. Building snow creatures that look nothing like the creatures out of the muggle world. Enjoying hot chocolate while staring out at the views and resting from all he's been doing. Join him. Have fun. Make him a target. He's loving it all.

Day Two

Most of day two was like the first. Newt was just enjoying it all. Which is what led him to trying out skiing. He's been watching others do it, he's worn snow shoes before and it can't be all that hard. He's seen so many trying it.

The first run goes well for him in fact. Well enough that he fairly well rushes back up the mountain to go again. Which was his mistake. Well enough should have been good enough. About half way down the run he lost his balance. Toppling head over heels, the snow flying up around him. He felt the flash of pain even as his ski twisted to one side before flying off.

Coming to a stop, Newt realizes two things. One, that was almost fun. Two, as he tries to get on his feet he realizes quickly that he isn't capable of putting weight on his left leg.

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Day Two

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

It is the first, and only time that Crowley has and will set foot out of the lodge for the entire length of their stay. It's cold, but he picks his way through the shallower snow and meanders up the slope beside the skiers and snowboarders.

He might just take responsibility for a couple of falls he spies along the way, but not the one that has a ski spinning in his direction and almost taking his head off if he hadn't ducked.

Crowley's expression could melt steel as he turns his attention in the direction of the skier, and he both evaluates the situation and realises just who it is in the same half-second. He can't quite help the way his eyes turn heavenwards as he mutters quietly 'come on, what did I ever do to You?' It's been a long time since he looked up and asked a question like that.

"I'm starting to think that you're actually trying to kill me."

Day Two

[mr_englishguy]

Laying there assessing that he's in one piece, and coming to the conclusion he certainly is not, Newt hears a voice. A familiar voice. One that he first heard when he was, actually as he is now, prone-ish on the ground.

Pushing himself up on his elbows, Newt shakes his head, near violently and enough to leave him dizzy after the tumble he's had.

"Oh no. Nononono. Certainly Not. Anthony, no, I wouldn't ever try and kill anyone. I wouldn't try and kill you, I swear." Rushing through the words as he shakes his head. Stopping abruptly with a groan.

"I may have tried to kill myself this time though. I hope you believe me because I fear if I shake my head anymore I may well be sick," he admits, as if that is the worst of his problems.

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

Anthony. It almost doesn't register, for a moment, that the man is addressing him with that name. No one calls him Anthony, except for Hastur when he's trying to be funny.

(He's not funny.)

"I'll believe you, if it means you keep the vomiting to a minimum," Crowley says with a small wrinkle of the bridge of his nose. He looks away, off up the slope, then makes a noise that could almost be a growl in the back of his throat before he picks his way across to where Newt is.

"Putting me in the position of needing to save your skin is becoming a bad habit of yours," he continues, crouching down to get the man off his elbows and into a sitting position. "What's wrong with you, did you hit your head?"

all for healing him and making Newt like him more :D

[mr_englishguy]

Newt is most certainly seeing a man here as his savior and not mocking him for any reason. More that he's worried that he has truly upset Crowley because even Newt can see where this may seem as if he's trying to harm him.

"Right. Yes. Of course." And he will try, even if despite the snow and the cold, his ankle is beginning to throb. He can feel the beating of his heart in his ankle, and that alone causes his stomach to begin to churn once more.

"Certainly not my goal. I have actually done much in snow before," he reassures him, as if that is better after the driving accident. "No, I think my head is fine. Fine as it always is. Though..."

Sitting up makes the ankle grind and he gasps, closing his eyes tight. "I may need help back to the lodge. My skills do not lie in mending bones and I'm pretty sure my left ankle will need it." His voice is tight, the pain there in how he talks, how his hands are clutched into tight balls in the snow.

yasss

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

Of course it would be his ankle. Crowley was never going to get out of this easily and now he was committed to... whatever he was doing here. He groans under his breath and sets his arm more firmly behind the man as he gasps in pain.

"For-- Someone's sake," he mutters, letting Newt go and shuffling around slightly to get closer to his ankle. "Don't move. It's been a while since I last did this."

He will miracle your foot right off, Newt, he swears. Crowley doesn't touch the injury but holds his hand over it, closing his eyes for a moment. His fingers flex, and the twisted bone and muscle under his palm shifts painlessly back into place, as if there was never anything wrong with it at all. The demon cocks his head as if examining his handiwork.

"There. Now, get up."

[mr_englishguy]

"Whose sake?"

Frowning, confused about what the man was saying. Especially as he went on, speaking about doing this. Not even sure what this was.

Until he felt things moving in his leg. No pain, but there was a sensation of tension, the movement as his body healed. Newt's eyes went wide, not trying to hide his shock.

"I hadn't realized you were a wizard of some short," he proclaims, shaking his head. "And your skill, that's..."

Even as he speaks, he moves to get to his feet. Hesitant and nervous, uncertain because of the pain a moment before. Pain now gone.

"What kind of wizard are you?" Asked as he got to his feet, gingerly texting his ankle.

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

"I'm not a bloody wizard," he bites out, pulling his coat more firmly around himself and tugging the folds of his scarf further up towards his chin. Wizards. He can't believe he's having to admit to the existence of things like that.

Crowley hesitates, then pats in one of his pockets to find a cigarette. Through the first drag of smoke he shakes his head, then exhales into the chilly breeze.

"Demon. So, you understand, you really should stop needing me to save your skin."

Day One

[theothermrgray]

Dorian's just passing through, enjoying the wintery wonderland (which is in the middle of June for some reason?) around him. It's a rare thing indeed, and he shall experience this beauty too.

Which is why he takes an interest in Newt's snow creatures. They were exotic, enchanting... Well, Newt is a wizard. Perhaps Dorian ought to sate his own curiosity.

"Good day, Mr. Scamander. Is this one of the creatures from your home?"

Day One

[mr_englishguy]

Pausing at the sound of a voice, Newt lifts his head and smiles. A bright and wide smile and brilliant red cheeks from the cold.

The one he's currently working on is snakelike, the shape at least there, but he's working on what appears to be a set of wings for the creature.

"It most certainly is, and a good day to you as well," he says, glad to see Dorian again. "They're called occamy, and I have a litter of them in my case waiting for me back home."

[theothermrgray]

He returns the greeting with a smile, admiring the winged serpent made of snow...

... Yet he drops the smile upon learning Newt keeps a litter of them in a suitcase like some kind of madman. "... Tell me that case is bigger on the inside."

[mr_englishguy]

Blowing on his fingers to warm them, to help him mold the snow to form the feathers, to give them a stronger shape.

"Oh most certainly, yes. It is certainly bigger on the inside. My room here is about half the size of the inside of the case, and if I come to have the creatures, I'll wish for it to expand and hope it does." He changed the exterior but hasn't experimented with changing the size.

[theothermrgray]

All that sounds... Incredible. Impossible, even. Something that sounds comparable to Wonderland's magic. Dorian ponders this as he watches the man sculpt the snow.

"Is that a common spell for you? As a wizard, I mean?"

[mr_englishguy]

Newt shakes his head, managing to look a bit smug. "No, not common at all. I worked a long time to master the charms to make it possible. Not everyone can work a spell like that. It's not uncommon but certainly not one that every wizard can do."

Pausing, looking to Dorian. "It's kind of in the same concept as the closets in my mind. Since they obviously contain more than they should."

Day One

[doorkey]

At some point in Newt's outdoor explorations, a well-bundled muggle girl with a distinctive bright blue bob beneath her knit cap whizzes by on a plastic saucer sled, shrieking all the while as it spins out of control and sends her tumbling into a snowdrift.

She emerges on hands and knees, sputtering, and looks around wildly to find her sled still slip-sliding away further down the incline.

Coraline brushes herself off and shakes out her hat, then crams it back on her head just in time for Newt's spacemonkey to snatch it off and scamper away with it. Now she finds herself torn... go after her sled before it slides too far away downhill, or go for the pyjak?

"Hey!" She calls after it, hands perched on her hips. "Give that back!"

Day One

[mr_englishguy]

Sadly it is truly the nature of the beast when it comes to pyjaks. Apparently the new items Andy can find are too delightful.

Newt is playing with snowy branches when he hears a voice. A new voice. One that is saying things he's heard before, sadly enough.

"Andy!"

Not even knowing where the pyjak is, or what he's doing, he spins around, wand out and up.

"Andromeda! Come here!" He points the wand at the pyjak. "Accio, Andy!"

The creature lifts, floating in the air towards his master, making loud noises of protest over the treatment.

"What do you have?" He demands, frowning as he glances towards where he heard the voice. "Oh. Miss. Is this yours?"

Day One

[doorkey]

Accio? Coraline's attention snaps up at a voice calling out over the snow, even before the Monkey comes drifting by in a squalling fit. She's seen that spell in use enough to know where a Wizard's trained to cast it. And not from James? Well that narrows things down a bit!

"Yes, it is!" She trudges hurriedly toward them, bright boots crunching through the snow and still brushing icy chunks and powder from her puffy ski coat.

"(Bad Monkey! That's mine! No take. Bad.)" The girl scolds Andromeda sternly, holding out her hand for the hat.

Then she looks up a Newt with a nicer, if slightly exhasperated sort of smile. "Thanks for that. Could you magic my sled back up the hill, please?"

Day One

[mr_englishguy]

"Now, you behave," he says, wagging a finger at Andy. "And give me that," he says, taking the hat from him as she scolds him.

"I'm so sorry," he says, holding the hat out to her. "He gets carried away sometimes." Pausing, his head canting as he looks at her, at that brilliant hair. "Miss Coraline, isn't it?" Remembering her after their talks about the garden.

"And your... Oh yes!"

Turning to give a flick of his wand. "Accio sled," he says, smiling as the sled came back up the hill and came to a stop at her feet. "Again, so sorry about that. He hasn't liked the snow much but it hasn't stopped him from stealing things. I'm hoping to break him of it."

[doorkey]

At least with Newt's intervention, she didn't need to get into a tug-o-war with Andy over her hat! Relieved, Coraline shook its pompom free of powdery snow before cramming it back upon her head. Pleased to be recognized, she beams broadly, forgetting her nasty landing quickly in the wake of meeting grown wizards who got her name right on the first try.

"Yes, that's me!" She brightened happily, and turhned to watch the saucer zip backwards up the hill, easily delighted by even the basics of charmwork. Coraline bent to grab it up before the spell lost hold and gravity went back to work on the light, skimmy plastic. "Thanks again... Or I'd be chasing it all the way down."

"Is it hard to train monkeys not to take things? Are they easier or harder than dogs-" She speculated aloud, now turning her attention to the newest member of Newt's menagerie. "I think space monkeys might be a little more mischevious than dogs."

[mr_englishguy]

The flush to Newt's cheeks has darkened, more from Andy behaving as he has than from the cold. Yet he can't help but to smile, giving a nod as she settles her hat into place once more. "Quite fetching, by the way. And smart in this weather."

He's wearing his usual clothes and had not honestly thought of either a hat or gloves.

"You are most welcome, and our honor as it was Andy's fault you lost it in the first place," he says, glancing at the saucer. "I think I remember doing something like that as a boy my first year at Hogwarts. As I recall we got in quite a bit of trouble. Might have been we were using a silver platter from the kitchen."

The memory of it makes him smile though.

"It has been different," he admits, shaking his head. "Most things he takes readily too. Not snatching up whatever catches his eye though? I fear it's part of the nature of the beast so it may become a case of returning things rather than finding a way of stopping him."

He glances around at the snow. "You hadn't started your garden, had you?"

Day one!

[mettatonvevo]

Mettaton hasn't actively involved himself much in the big Snow War but he's not above defending himself if someone were to throw something at him. As it stands, Newt actually hasn't thrown anything at him at all. Mettaton merely sees the other man across the field, scoops up some snow, balls it, and throws it as hard as he can at his back.

When the snowball collides Mettaton ducks behind a small pile of snow, pleased as punch that he won't get caught... except he forgot that his shoulders poke out the sides of the mound he's "hidden" behind.

Day one!

[mr_englishguy]

Some may be bothered by the way things are going with this snow, but the truth was Newt was loving it. It was so playful and fun and nothing like something he's known before. It's the friends made, the fact that he feels he belongs in Wonderland and it is wonderful.


So when the ball strikes him, Newt spins about with a laugh. Dropping down to one knee, beginning to pack a snowball as he seeks the source. Finally seeing that tell tale sign of a familiar form. Grinning, he aims for Mettaton's shoulder, hoping to catch him where he hides.

[mettatonvevo]

Mettaton continues chuckling to himself, wondering how long it will be until Newt lowers his guard so he can throw another snowball at him when suddenly there's a loud splat! against his shoulder.

The robot turns around and steps up from his hiding place, gasping in mock offense.

"These shoulder blades are Gucci!"

This is a lie since they were built by Alphys, but it gets the point across as he says it emphatically and packs up another snowball. He launches it at Newt at high speed, this time opting out of hiding behind his little snowbank.

[mr_englishguy]

Newt ducks down as soon as he tosses the snowball, not that he can't be seen where he is on the ground. Not in that bright teal jacket. Definitely noticeable. More so when his head pops up, looking utterly confused.

"What's a Gucci?" He asks, looking dumbfounded as he pauses in forming a new snowball, leaving himself an open target for the snowball that slams into his chest. It sent him falling over, laughing.

[mettatonvevo]

Mettaton lets out a bright burst of laughter at Newt's confusion as it allows his snowball to hit him square in the chest. He rolls over into the snow, also laughing in kind, and Mettaton watches him, bending down to pack up some more snow into another snowball.

"It's an Italian luxury accessory brand! They're a very rich and high class company, known for their leather bags. My shoulders aren't really Gucci, but my brand is far superior to them, so while the comparison isn't perfect it gives it some context."

Very wordy, Mettaton! The whole time he's been speaking he's been forming a big snowball and when it is done he begins to slowly approach his friend, a wicked grin on his face.

"Now, I bet you would absolutely love to experience this MTT Brand Snow ball! Maybe... directly to the face?"

You better move, Newt, because this robot has got a mischievous streak a mile wide and will not hold back in Snow War.

[mr_englishguy]

Newt turns, rolling to get onto his hands and knees and then rock back to sit on his heels. Considering what Mettaton is telling him, still looking more than a bit confused.

"You are much better than some kind of expensive bag," he says, believing that even if he has no idea the bag. "Must be a muggle brand. I'll have to ask the closet."

And he would! That was part of what he loves about Wonderland. Everything he learns while in this place.

Remembering though what they're doing, gathering up snow to try and form it into another ball. Pausing though, staring up at Mettaton, eyes wide.

Squeaking, leaping to his feet and rushing to the nearest tree to try and take cover.