[inspired by ‘Yellow’ by Eldew]

Memories of Newt were often yellowed, golden. You remember the feeling of the hat being placed on your head, remember how it had so clearly called out “Hufflepuff!” You remember how Newt’s eyes had lit up, his only friend in the same house as him, lucky, he supposed.

You believed the stars shone solely for Newt. He always seemed to enjoy watching them out the window late at night, when the skies were clear and you were sleeping just meters away.

You’d pour every inch of your body into his soul just to know he kept that shy little smile, those beautiful eyes and that bright, yellow aura he seemed to exude.

That was years ago. Still, the yellow seemed to drag your memories back to Hogwarts, of your escapades with Newt. Of Newt himself.

You hadn’t seen him for years, not after the war anyway, he had poured his life into the dragons during that period and never let up that love for magical creatures.

The ruffling of your bag had dragged your attention away from the clock. You had been hurrying towards the ministry— late again, distracted by yellow flowers that blossomed in a patch of grass. A niffler peeked it’s head from the bag on your waist, then scampered off with some galleons.

Oh by Melin— you needed that! Faces were blurs as your shot past people, scooping the creature up into your arms and falling at the feet of a man. Newt. Your darling Newt. Both seemed to pause, time slowed, and the yellow crackle of adoration between you returned. It shined for him. It shined for you. And now, reunited by this critter carrying bundles of yellow coins, it seemed like fate.