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The entrance swung open, and the four entered the cold, cold bar. The group consisted of two witches, one wizard and one No-maj.
The jazzy songs filled their ears as Tina Goldstein shuffled over to the bar to order herself a Bloody Mary. Queenie Goldstein, Tina's younger sister, tried to chase after her boyfriend, Jacob Kowalski, who was trying to shake her off to get some time for himself.
It was full house today, and almost all of the seats were taken. But luckily, one wasn't.
Newt Scamander sat on the bar seat nearest to the stage, staring at the red curtains in curiosity. Everyone was leaning on the edge of the seats, looking intently at the crimson velvet curtains.
He arched a brow, and asked for the bartender.
"Hey, why is everyone so anxious?" He asked, pointing at the stage.
"Don't you know? The Blind Pig's most favourite singer is performing today," the bartender replied.
"Who is it?" He inquired, looking over at the bartender.
"Quiet, the show's starting," hissed the goblin.
The curtains were drawn, and there revealed a curvy, vivacious lady with her back turned to the crowd, that was you. You were dressed to the nines, a beautiful white dress with your back exposed and the ends covered in sparkles
A white scarf draped over your shoulders and through your elbows tied your look, a pair of white heels and a feather in your hair finished it up perfectly.
The light shine onto you and you turned, revealing the dipping neckline of your dress. You smirked at the audience, and snapped your fingers.
The band automatically played a jazzy melody, and you inhaled---
"The phoenix cried fat tears of pearl, " you sang, tapping your feet to the rhythm.
"When the dragon snapped up his best girl, "you continued, looking over at the audience. One had caught your eye---he seemed like he didn't belong in such a place.
"And the Billywig forgot to twirl, " you hummed, outstretching your arms to the crowd while your matte-covered lips turned into a seductive smile.
"When his sweetheart left him cold, " you slowly stepped off the wooden platform and made your way into the crowd, the microphone in your hand.
"The unicorn done lost his horn, " you made wide, but quiet steps, the sound of your heels making contact with the floor tuned out by the loud jazz.
"And the Hippogriff feels all forlorn, " you made your way to the bar, and caught the eye of the aforementioned man.
" 'Cause their lady loves have upped and gone, " you winked at him, making a small puckering face at him. His face seemed to redden and he hid his face. You chuckled at his demise.
"Or that's what I've been told, " you finished, walking back to the stage.
You sang the melody as you twirled the mic into it's original place, earning claps from the goblins and warlocks. The curtains closed and the lights dimmed, earning frustrated complaints from the audience.
The slow, dark jazz turned into a light and cheery one.
"Yes love, love has set the beasts astir, " you continued, one of your hands outstretched and towards the stunning brunette while the curtains reopened.
"The dangerous and the meek concur, " you sang, bringing your hand close to your chest.
"It's ruffled feathers, fleece, and fur, " you smirked, " 'Cause love drives all of us wild, "
Finally, the curtains closed and you could hear the cheers of satisfaction and happiness from behind the velvet drapery.
You retreated back to your resting room to prepare for the next show.
Amusingly, you heard a knock on your door. You shouted for the person to come in, and you were shocked upon what fate presented you with.
"Well well, look what the cat dragged in," you said, smirking.
"Hi, uhm, Miss [L/N], I presume?" He shyly greeted.
"Yes, what brings you here?" You asked.
"I'm here to question about your husband," he said.
"Ex-husband, " you hissed angrily.
"Right, ex-husband," he chuckled nervously, "Do you have any ideas where he went, or what he was doing while you were married to him?"
"Nothing," you scowled, "I know nothing of him,"
"B-but," he started.
"If you really want to know you should ask the MACUSA's head's daughter---last thing I remembered was him confessing that he had secret relationships with other women althroughout our marriage," you said, angrily, "And Ms. Spoiled Brat got me fired from my job,"
He gulped, "Did you know that your ex-husband had connections with the Dark Arts?"
"I didn't," you hummed confidently, "He and I rarely conversed, we only got married because he insisted to on our second date, and I was but a foolish girl,"
"So you...?" He inquired, peeking over.
"I loved him nonetheless but he didn't reciprocate, so I filed for a divorce right after I got fired," you replied, "Just yesterday I was a hard-working employee, now I'm a damn busker,"
"Well it's not all that bad?" He timidly said.
"I don't suppose so, I meet plenty of handsome men everytime I come here to work," you said, peeking over to the man.
"Don't suppose you're from America," you twirled your chair and looked at him.
"England---I'm from England," he replied.
"I'm from London," you said, "Don't suppose I've seen you anywhere in Hogwarts, "
"Expelled in 1914, ma'am, " he said.
"So we're five years apart, " you hummed, "You are?"
"Newt, Newton Scamander, " he offered you his hand.
You took it, "[Y/N] [L/N], "
"Y-you're fairly pretty, Ms. [L/N], " He blushed.
"I can say the same for you, Mr. Scamander, " you replied.
He inched closer, your hands intertwining and grasping each other tightly. You both were only millimeters away, and you couldn't hold it in any more.
You smashed your lips onto his, him returning it after a few seconds of shock. His free hand ventured to the back of your head and gripped it tightly.
He pushed you further in and stuck his tongue in with no hesitstion. You let out a small groan, your free hand tugging on his blue coat.
You felt his tongue invade your mouth with no refutal from yours---you were being overpowered and you loved it.
After a few minutes of making out, you both seperate for the desperately needed oxygen. A string of saliva connected you and his lips together, but he broke it off immediately by latching his mouth on your neck.
He slowly nibbled on it, his unexpectedly sharp teeth piercing your unscathed skin---making harsh marks that meant you were his.
Love bites filled your exposed skin, and his hand began to venture up your dress, folding it back as he did.
His hands gripped onto your thighs and squeezed them with all his might. You kept quiet moans, some slipping out occasionally.
His cold hands reached your ass, and he began to grope it, and squeeze the succulent flesh. He stopped and he pulled out.
His hands were on your waist now, tightly holding it like he was going to lose you.
You kissed him again and again, everywhere on his face and eventually to his neck. You took his wrists and you kissed his jaw line to his neck.
You yanked off his bowtie and unbuttoned the front few buttons. You caressed his collarbone and began kissing it, leaving matte red lipstick marks all over it, maybe even staining his beautiful, milk white dress shirt.
But suddenly, two knocks on the door and it swung open. You pushed him away and laughed awkwardly as the goblin told you about your next performance.
After he left, you looked over at Newt.
"If you want to find my ex, you have to ask either Tina or Queenie---I know you came with them, Queenie's blonde hair is far too hard to be unrecognizable," you said, helping him up.
You kissed him, "I hope to see you soon, Scamander,"
"Likewise, [L/N], " he replied, dipping you down and kissing you.
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As he fixed his bowtie and made his way over to the three, Tina looked at him and arched a brow.
"Are you okay? You look a bit...sweaty, " huffed Jacob.
Queenie's face turned red.
"Please don't read my thoughts, Queenie, " he huffed, "God, [L/N] is a showstopper alright..."
Queenie giggled, pointing at the matte lipstick stains on his collar, and Tina coughed, her face turning red.
"What?" asked Jacob.