entrancelogs | Caution is for other men

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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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."

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."

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.

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?"

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."

"I can see the similarity."

That's exactly like he was thinking! Was he magically able to read his mind, too?

"I must admit, that is a rather impressive... Erm, spell you managed to pull off."

Certainly no mind reading, but the moment Newt first used the closet, he was stunned about how close it was to his own charm work.

"Thank you. SO much. Many wizards master a spell to hope them. I needed that to protect the creatures I was trying to protect."

"Ah, how ingenious."

He looks up at the snowman. "Was this one of the creatures you were keeping?"

Newt pauses, looking to Dorian with a nod. His lips are pursed, considering what he's left behind.

"I had a litter of them. Young, looking to me to care for them. They cause others fear because their size is determined by the space of their home. Too much space and they're massive, but still children."

Dorian raises his eyebrows at that.

"Really, now? A creature that can change its size? That's truly remarkable, Mr. Scamander."

Newt ran his hand lovingly along the ice occamy's head as if he was petting it.

"They're quite amazing. I considered trying for one from the closet, but worried it would get free from its space and then... Oops."

That must be chilling Newt's hand, isn't it?

"Hm... I wouldn't reccomend it. The closets sometimes like to play tricks on us."

He pauses at that, frowning as he turns to face Dorian fully.

"Could you explain about that? So many just recommend the closets. What kind of tricks? I've asked for one creature and received it."

Dorian nods politely.

"Well, there was one incident where a young girl at the mansion wished for a rabbit or two in memory of someone who died and never revived. Possibly one of those who managed to die five times..."

He trails off for a second, trying not to think of death at a time like this.

"... Anyway, the population quickly got out of hand and soon she was forced to do something with an entire mob of domesticated rabbits."

"At least I got a pet out of it," he concluded with a smirk.

Newt flinches when he explains who the rabbits were in memory of. It's the first time someone's spoken of another who hadn't returned from death, directly as a person and not just others speaking of the number of times a person could die. It's something he knew and yet it was a bit frightening.

"The closet just kept... I mean, was that breeding issues or just the closet releasing one rabbit after another?"

Dorian doesn't have much to say on the matter. Newt would be better off asking one of Wonderland's veterans.

"I'm not sure, but they were a lot of them when I stopped by."

"Oh. Well. That's... Oh my." He is considering how that might work, and just how bad it could get.

"Thank you for the warning. I'll certainly be careful in choosing what to ask the closet for. Especially when it comes to living beings."

"Not a problem, my friend!"

Well, he is really his roommate for the time being.

"Are you planning to come back inside in a few moments? I could have some hot chocolate prepared for you when you return to the lodge."

"I always do appreciate the help I get here. There are times I tend to rush in when I shouldn't," Newt admits with a shy smile. "I just can't help how exciting things are in this place."

And he wasn't sure he'd ever stop enjoying it all.

"I probably should. If only to get feeling back in my hands," he said with a laugh. "You would do that? That's too kind of you, but I would love it."

Caution is for other men

Day One

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