constellations

"Newton,” Hermann says, letting out a gust of hot air as he opens the door. “To what do I owe the pleasure—?”“I know you did it,” Newt says, brazenly, and steps inside.Hermann slams the door shut behind him, hand flicking, lightning-quick, to a hidden trigger on his cane, and Newt nearly leaps out of his skin, because the previously calm, unassuming man has, in the space of a few seconds, morphed into a still fairly unassuming man—but one who’s holding a sword less than an inch from Newt’s face..in which Hermann Gottlieb is a killer of some renown, and things...aren't actually that different, all things considered.