22 Dec 2018
Percival Graves is left deaf and traumatized by his time being held captive by the Dark Wizard Gellert Grindelwald. Fortunately, he has a charming British magizoologist and two very persistent sisters to help him through his recovery - and, of course, a very adorable occamy companion!
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The main story arch is completed in part 6, the rest is just bonus stuff because I can't shut off my brain.
MACUSA's annual New Year's Eve Masquerade Ball is the largest, most magical event of the year - and Newt, dressed to the nines and miserably bored, really just wants to leave.
But when a handsome man in a wampus mask comes to his rescue, Newt finds himself very quickly swept away.
Grindelwald is a dangerous, powerful criminal that flees from Germany and decides to hide in a little village near a forest where also happens to live a very cute zoologist named Newt Scamander.
The problems begin when he realizes he likes the quiet life and the company of the zoologist a little bit too much.
04 Mar 2017
Percival Graves, Champion of Illvermony, has displayed outstanding bravery in his first and second task of the Triwizard tournament.
Now if only he can use the same bravery to ask Newt to the Yule Ball, or maybe convince Theseus not to set a dragon on him...
22 Dec 2016
Percival managed not to grimace, but Seraphina’s eyes narrowed. Behind her were two groups of Fifths: a pack of three gangly Serpent boys whom Percival knew as pranksters, and a fourth whom he didn’t recognise, a pretty boy with a Thunderbird badge. The kid was gangly and tall, though hunched in on himself, freckled, with unruly ginger hair, and he was staring at his feet, as though resigned to his fate.
“What happened?” Percival inquired carefully.
“A stupid Fifth prank.” Seraphina supplied. “On the new Thunderbird transfer. Out of Hogwarts?” she elaborated, when Percival raised his eyebrows.
Ah yes, that’s right. Thunderbird’s Head, Kara Miranda, had mentioned something along those lines as a footnote in his last briefing. “What kind of prank?”
Seraphina’s lip curled. “Does it matter?”
“It matters to me,” Percival shot back evenly.