Her smile was the real magic to him.
Aside from his beloved magical creatures, Newt Scamander had never found anyone who brought him as much joy as Davina Dumbledore.
The two had first met during their first year at Hogwarts. As fellow Hufflepuffs...
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Jacob Kowalski had no intention of diving back into the wizarding world. His heart still ached from losing Queenie, and he swore to himself that night—he didn't belong in that world. It wasn't his place.
"Please! It's too early—don't make me work for it!" Eulalie called after him, rushing to catch up as she walked briskly toward his bakery.
Jacob turned, a frown forming on his face, pan in hand as he pointed it toward her. "I said I wanted out! And I want out," he declared, his voice thick with resolve.
Eulalie, undeterred, gave him a pleading look. "Come now, Mr. Kowalski," she said, her voice as persistent as her footsteps as she followed him through the door of his bakery.
Jacob huffed, muttering to himself, "Can't believe my therapist said you wizards don't exist." He slammed the door shut, the bell above it ringing as he trapped her outside.
"What a waste of—" Jacob stopped mid-sentence, whirling around in shock as Eulalie appeared before him, casually chewing on a freshly baked cupcake.
"MONEY!" Jacob shrieked, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Eulalie smiled sweetly, unfazed. "You do know I'm a witch, right?"
Jacob, still flabbergasted, took a few shaky steps back. "Yeah," he muttered, rubbing his temples as if the encounter might disappear.
He finally set the pan down, folding his hands in a pleading gesture. "Look... You seem like a nice witch and all, but... you don't know what I've been through with you people. Please, just—get out of my life?"
Eulalie glanced from Jacob to the door, then, with a nonchalant flick, sent the half-eaten cupcake sailing through the room before sitting beside him on the bench.
She took a breath, her voice turning serious, though still gentle. "A little over a year ago... you walked into Steen National Bank, hoping to secure a small business loan. It was about six blocks from here, you remember?"
Jacob shifted uncomfortably, clearly trying to avoid hearing more.
"You met Newt Scamander, the world's foremost—well, only magizoologist, and even Davina Dumbledore. You learned about a world you never knew existed.
You met and fell in love with Queenie Goldstein. You had your mind wiped by Obliviation... only it didn't take," she continued, her eyes watching him intently.
