Salamanders And Squids

A lot of confusion

I sat on the bed not knowing what to do. Was this a dream? It had to be but it didn't feel like one. Was I going insane? Possibly.
Looking down I saw blood running down my hands, something that happened when I was nervous for I picked very vigourously at my skin. I kept sitting, my thoughts going a mile a minute and my nails clawing at my hands like I was a famished beast. At the same time I was very aware that newt was still standing by the desk, he had put my shoes down but hadn't  move, just stood there waiting for me to get my wits about.
This lasted a few more minutes in which I resolved to try talk to him to get to know what had happened. I now looked up from my lap and straight into his eyes. They were a mesmerizing color but this was not the time to admire them.
"So you are newt scamander." I said dumbly.
"Y-yes" He replied taken aback by my blunt statement.
"I'm Clara Oran." I said still looking at him. He mumbled something I couldn't hear so I asked,
"What was that? Sorry I couldn't hear."
"Uhh I just said you you have a n-nice name. C-clara, it's really nice."
"Oh, thanks" I replied. I found myself involuntarily blushing. Oh god because he said he liked my name what was wrong with me.
"Umm so how did I end up here? You said you found me by your fireplace?"
"Yes I'm guessing you accidentaly pronounced the wrong name or something. Floo powder can be unreliable as well."
"What?"
"What?" He repeated my question.
"Floo powder? I've never used that. It's not really a thing we're I come from."
"O-ok well were do you come from?"
"Washington"
"Your American and have never used floo powder?" Newt asked.
"Yes I guesse"
"Then how come you got here?"
"I don't know last thing I remeber is getting my backpack out of the washing machine." His head tilted even more than before and then a look of understanding passed before his eyes. He turned and left the room without saying another word.
"O-ok I'll wait here I guesse" I said more to myself. A few minutes past in which I heard some bangs and the clattering of what seemd to be pots. Then footsteps were heard and Newt came back to the room holding my bag.
"Oo my backpak." I excaimed rather too excitedly.
"It popped out of the fireplace just before you did." He said outstreching his arm handing me the bag. I walked towards him and took it.
"Thanks" I said. Up close I could see that his face was covered in freckles and that his hair was actually brownish orange, nearly ginger. He looked at me and said in a quiet voice.
"Why are you dressed so funny?"
I thought about what he said a moment and answered,
"Umm well, I'm not from here. I think im from a different time as well as place." His eyes bulged and blinked a few times as what I said sunk in.
"So you're not from 1928?"
"No, I was born in 1993. Where I come from its currently 2022."
Newt gaped is eyes now even bigger his expression shocked.
"S-so your from the future?"
"I guesse" I replied. My hands were now shaking the same way my voice had. Where the actual fuck was I from. I knew were I was from but not how I had gotten from there to here.
"Uhm so I just appeared through the fireplace?"
"Yes I thought you used floo powder."
"Where I come from there is no floo powder though.We also don't use those." For the last part I pointed to the thin stick he had in his other hand. It was dark brown and had a small engrave etc by the handle. He also looked down at it and raised it a little higher. He turned his head slowly from it to me and then said.
"Do you know what this is?"
"Of course it's a wand"
"But you don't use them"
"No"
"But you know about it"
"Yes"  If he looked confused before now he was absolutely perplexed.
"How do you k-know about it if you've never used one?"
"I've read a lot about wizards"
"So your a squib then?"
"Nope I'm what you'd call a muggle"
"But then how do you know about magic?" Newt asked. We were still close his wand in his hand my bag in mine.
"From books. This might sound strange but in my world your world is known from a book series."
"A  b-book series?"
"Yes, and movies, I know you from a movie called fantastic beasts and where to find them"
"That's the title of my book." As newt said this he walked around me and sat on his bed, he played with his hair with one hand while looking at me.
"Its all very confusing" I stated, " I know this world from movies and books and you know this world because you live  in it." He looked at the ground now thinking about what I has said to him. I kept standing were I was. My heart pounded in my chest and beads of sweat had accumulated at the side of my head.  I knew my cuticles were absolutely destroyed and that the rest of my hand had marks on it as well.
Slowly I turned to the window and looked outside again.
"So it's 1928 and you're a wizard." I spoke softly but newt heard me nonetheless. He looked up his eyes searching me.
"Do you really have a case full of creatures?" I asked suddenly. This question had been nagging at me since the moment I had partially calmed down. I wanted to know what he was really like and his world too. It's wasn't everyday you enter  the Wizarding world after all.
"I-I do have case full of creatures. How d-did you know?"
"From the movie. You are the main character." Newt who had been getting up to join me at the window sat down again. I may had overloaded him with information but he deserved to know.
"Are you sure? I mean your not lying or joking or anything right?" He asked
"No it's all true" I said walking to be next to him.
"May I sit?"I asked pointing to the bed. Newt nodded and I sat down next to him. This was the first real moment of calm I had experienced since I woke up and I cherished it not knowing what was to happen next. As if he could read my Newt asked,
"So what will we do now?" I had no idea but we had to do something wether it was to immediately send me back or to keep talking I didn't know so I said just that.
"I don't know"
Newt stayed silent for a few more seconds pondering our options then he got up making the bed creak loudly and walked to where the bowl and glass were still on the tray that was still on the ground.
"I-I brought you some soup?" The statement ended like a question as if he was asking me if I wanted any.
"Thanks", I replied. My stomach growled  as he walked closer with the tray, I hadn't realized how hungry I was.
He put the tray next to me but hesitated sitting down again, I waited to see what he would do.
"Since you're awake we can just go to the kitchen instead." He said quietly.
"Oh yes of course" I replied getting up and picking up the tray.
"No let me get that" Newt said reaching for the tray.
"Its alright"
"Are you sure? I'm not sure whether you got hurt much falling through the fireplace"
" I don't think so. Can't feel it anyways."
Newt let me carry the tray to the kitchen. It was a small room also with wooded walls and wooden furniture. The counter was wood and covered with small stains and scratches. One of the cupboard doors was slightly ajar and a few bags could be seen inside. There was a small stove with a kettle on it and a cup full of knives. In the middle of the room was a small table with a vase in the middle. In the vase was a single slightly wilted flower. Two chairs were by the table both made from wood and there was a window showing thowards another street than the bedroom one.
"Its a very nice kitchen" I said.
"Thanks, it's rather small"
"I think it's very pretty" I walked to the table and put the tray down, when I turned around Newts cheeks were slightly pinker than before. I giggled inwardly not wanting to embarrass him further.
"I don't have much food" Newt said scratching the back of his neck.
"Then what do you eat?" I asked.
"Just what I find lying around"
"Oh well thas fine for me, I must say I'm rather hungry."  As an afterthough I added, "how long was I asleep for?"
"Nearly seven hours" Newt replied still looking through the cupboards. Seven hours was a lot but it made no sense, if I left home in the evening and I had been here for seven hours then it should be still dark outside.
"What time is it?" I asked
"Uhm five I believe"
"That makes no sense" I murmured barely audible.
"What doesn't?" Newt was now peeringg at me from.under his hair.
"I was taking out the laundry at seven which is when I left my house I guesse and if I've been here seven hours then it should be" taking a moment to calculate I said," it should be 2 am"
"One" Newt said.
"What?"
"It should be one am not two" He clarified.
"Oh" was all I could say to embarrassed of my miscalculation. Newt didn't notice my red cheeks as he turned back to the cupboards in search for food. I kept sitting at the table watching him pull out ingredients and laying them out on the counter. With his wand he made them rise and mix together. I stared in awe never having actually seen magic before. It was incredible, the way the food just came together from the flick of his wand the whole while slightly glowing. While the vegetables were cutting them selves Newt took out a pot in which they now fell into. It filled with water and started boiling, not 20 seconds later he set the pot down on the table a very delicious smeeling soup in it. He produced two bowls and two spoons set them down one infront of me the other on the opposite side of the table. Then he sat down himself and with a flick of his wand made a ladel appear and two glasses of water.
"Wow" I breathed. Newt looked up from serving the soup.
"What?" He asked.
"That was incredible, the way you just made it like that"
"So you've never seen magic before? Ever?"
"Not in person no"
"But you've read about it?"
"Yes. I think I can even do some spells if if I had a wand" Newt looked at me for a moment and then handed me his wand.
"You know I could've been lying this whole time and now I'm going to kill you and run off" I said.
"You could but I have a feeling you wont" Newt replied a small smile forming on his lips, the first I had seen since getting here.
I took the wand carefully and looked it over. It was smooth brown with a small silver bit then the handle which was a darker brown, at the end it has a small mother of pearl bead. I lifter up and pointed it to the flower in the vase.
"Wingardium Leviosa" I said just like Hermione had tough me in the first book. The flower remained unmoved and I put the wand down embarrassed.
"I guesse I just a muggle" I said.
"No no I think your movement was a little wrong" Newt got up and came over to where I was.
"May I?" He asked indicating on placing his hand on the wand.
"Please do" I said. He put his hand over mine and lifted the wand then showed me the movement.
"Now try again" He said having finished the demonstration.
"Wingardium Leviosa" I said again this time swishing my wand a little more. The flower rose from the vase and floated in the air.
"Holy fuck" I breathed not believing what I saw. I was doing magic. I glanced over at Newt to see him smiling, actually smiling.
"You did it" He said in a proud mom tone.
"Yep" I replied still not believing it. I made the flower fall gently back into the vase but missed and it ended up in my soup instead.
"Hmm I've got to work on that" I said.
"Its probably becasue its not you wand" Newt explained
"You know the wand"
"Choses the Wizard" I finished. He looked at me impressed.
"So you know all a-about me?" He then asked sipping from his soup.
"Not all but I've seen a movie. You were in New York returning a thunderbird home and met a Tina Goldstein and Jacob and Queenie. Then you guys saved new york of the obscures which was a boy being manipulated by grindewald." Newts eyes were big the green in them showing brightly in the light.
"This is so wierd. You know all that and I've never even met you"
"This is all really weird" I took a spoonfull of soup and tried it. He was a actually a good cook, turns out all hot guys can cook after all in whatever universe. We sat in silence a few minutes bothe deep in thought and both enjoying soup. It was a pleasant day outside the window, the sun was just setting and the streets quieting down I hoped maybe to explore later.  Newt was the one to break the silence,
"You know me but I don't know you Clara."
"What would you like to know about me?" I asked.
"Whatever just the regular things"
"Ok so, I'm a highschool teacher, I enjoy reading and going on walks. I like the color green, it reminds me of trees and I'm a leo."
"A what? A leo?" Newt asked.
"Yea that's my zodiac sign" He looked confused once again so I continued.
"We use zodiac signs to judge people basically. They're based on the month and date you were born and that gives you certain characteristics. I don't 100 percent believe in it but I guess its just habit to present myself with it."
"Oh that's that's really strange. Your world is wierd."
"I know" I said.
"Do you have creatures?" He asked his eyes lighting up at the mention of animals.
"Of course but only the usual ones. Birds bugs animals."
"And magic?" He asked
"Not that I'm aware of"
"So how did these books come around?" Newt asked.
"Well they were written and published and read. You aren't really in the big series because it's set in the 90s but your book is mentioned and its also published seperately but as a work of fiction."
"So you've read my book?"
"Yes i have"
"That's unbelievable my book was published in another world"
"Yes it was"
"Do you think what you read in those books will come true here? Since they're in my future." I thought about what Newt said and answered.
"I'm not sure, maybe. I guess it's the same universe so maybe"
"So you know the future"
"You can say that but it's not certain"
"Mhm" The conversation ended at this point both of us needing time to process everything again. If I was really in the universe I thought I was in then what if I could change things. Like tell newt not to listen to Dumbledore and to stop being his puppet. Make the marauders see who Dumbledore really was and if that didn work at least Harry. But it was 1928 not later so maybe I could help newt to help them. Even though it seemed like a good idea changing things in this way was very dangerous, for now I wouldn't disclose anything I decided. I would figure out how I had gotten here then do whatever I saw best. Maybe I'd choose to stay and become friends with newt and I might even go into his briefcase;at least I hoped I would.