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sciencesaggressively) wrote2016-07-01 08:33 pm
sciencesaggressively) wrote2016-07-01 08:33 pm
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july 1
Every once in awhile, the day gets away from him.
Newt hadn't even realized it was past seven until his phone had buzzed with a text from Kate saying that she'd be home late because she was going out for an impromptu dinner with some of her coworkers. He'd shot her back a message saying he was only just leaving the lab, which hadn't even surprised her at all, and it takes another half hour before he finally manages to drag himself away from the blood samples he's been studying. His stomach rumbles as he steps into the elevator with a yawn, and he rubs at the back of his neck as he tries to remember whether or not he'd actually eaten anything since lunch. Allison had force-fed him, as she usually does when she doesn't seem him wander out into the lobby during his lunch hours, but Newt's pretty sure that he hasn't touched anything other than several cups of coffee since then.
When he walks out of the building, the sidewalk is pretty much empty, aside from a couple shadowy figures further up in either direction, and Newt's at a crossroads. Pizza is one way, burgers the other, and life is so goddamn hard right now that he doesn't even know what to do.
"Make a move, genius," he mutters to himself, willing what he is totally identifying as a hunger headache away as he feels the pressure starting to grow at the base of his skull. "Nah, the bar. Burgers and beer, that's where it's at."
Semele's seems like a good choice for that so Newt sets his sights in that direction, walking with renewed purpose and a determined expression.
Newt hadn't even realized it was past seven until his phone had buzzed with a text from Kate saying that she'd be home late because she was going out for an impromptu dinner with some of her coworkers. He'd shot her back a message saying he was only just leaving the lab, which hadn't even surprised her at all, and it takes another half hour before he finally manages to drag himself away from the blood samples he's been studying. His stomach rumbles as he steps into the elevator with a yawn, and he rubs at the back of his neck as he tries to remember whether or not he'd actually eaten anything since lunch. Allison had force-fed him, as she usually does when she doesn't seem him wander out into the lobby during his lunch hours, but Newt's pretty sure that he hasn't touched anything other than several cups of coffee since then.
When he walks out of the building, the sidewalk is pretty much empty, aside from a couple shadowy figures further up in either direction, and Newt's at a crossroads. Pizza is one way, burgers the other, and life is so goddamn hard right now that he doesn't even know what to do.
"Make a move, genius," he mutters to himself, willing what he is totally identifying as a hunger headache away as he feels the pressure starting to grow at the base of his skull. "Nah, the bar. Burgers and beer, that's where it's at."
Semele's seems like a good choice for that so Newt sets his sights in that direction, walking with renewed purpose and a determined expression.
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Sirius can't quite bring himself to say it, can't voice the fact that Kieren could die. Well and truly. Again and for good this time. That this condition, whatever it is, could win.
"Maybe there's something I can do to help," he says instead, feeling a bit more frantic now. "I don't understand any more about your Muggle science than you do magic, but perhaps we could work together. A spell that could work with these blood samples, a charm to alter it somehow. Anything at all."
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If there was something he could do to speed up this whole process, Newt sure as hell would've done it already. He's sure the same can be said of Sirius and whatever spells he's capable of doing, the issue is that neither of them have been able to come with something that can help in the long-term. They're between a rock and a hard place, the both of them, and it sucks but right now, that's the way it is.
"And hey, if you think you can cook up a spell or whatever to rev things up, that's fine by me," Newt adds, dropping his hands to his hips. "Preferably, a Fix-Kieren-for-Good spell would be best, but I'm guessing you've tried that one already."
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"I've tried," he confesses at Newt's suggestion and his sigh should be every indication of how disappointed in himself he is for his failure. "My magic doesn't seem to work entirely with this sort of condition. The best I've been able to do is heighten his senses here and there, make it so he can taste and touch. Those spells do nothing to control his organs though, really, and they're not long-term.
"I've a mate who knows blood magic, though," he adds, thinking of Kell. "Might there be something in that? I could introduce him to you."
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That's still his goal, of course, and he thinks he'll get there eventually; but it's going to be through trial and error. He's used to that, though he realizes a lot of people aren't, and for all that he's got his quirks or neuroses or whatever, Newt has learned to be somewhat patient when it comes to his work.
But if it'll make Sirius feel better to organize a meet-up between him and a guy who does magic with blood, so be it.
"Sure," he says, "there definitely might be something there. We can meet up, see what happens. Who knows, with our powers combined, we might just figure out an answer sooner than later."