𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 & 𝐌𝐄𝐍 ━ newt scamander [ ON HOLD ]

4│FORCEFULLY INVITED GUESTS

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❛ ᴏғ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs & ᴍᴇɴ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
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❝ I'LL MISS YOU, IS ALL ❞

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The No-Maj from earlier was lying passed-out on the ground and was barely conscious when the curly-haired man searched him for injury. He found three dark pink spots in a relatively straight line on the man's neck. Lyra sighed. "Well, the least we could do is fix his house."

He nodded and rose to his feet before he pulled out his wand. Together, they cast Reparo to put the building back together as Tina ran up the steps to join them. She found them with Newt sitting on the bed with his briefcase in his lap while the brunette stood in front of him with a worried expression on her face. They both looked up at her appearance. "It was open?"

"Just a smidge," he answered quietly to try and deflect her anger.

"That crazy Niffler things on the loose again?"

"Try like ten of them," Lyra mumbled.

"What?"

"Might be," Newt said quickly. He shot the Asian woman a warning look.

"Then look for it! Look!" she snapped at them before she approached the Muggle and crouched down next to him. "His neck's bleeding, he's hurt! Wake up, Mr. No-Maj." A hissing noise startled her into a yelling frenzy as a pale creature leapt from the shadows it had been hiding in.

Lyra launched herself forward and her hands closed around its squirming body as Newt yanked open his case. Together, they wrestled the animal into the safety of the enclosed space despite its unwillingness to go. Tina stared at them in shock. "Mercy Lewis, what is that?"

"Nothing to worry about," the curly-haired man answered.

At the same time she replied, "it's a Murtlap."

"What else have you got in there?"

"I think you'll be happier not knowing," the Asian woman said evenly. "You already seem kind of stressed right now."

"Kind of?" Tina repeated in a high-pitched, disbelieving voice. "Kind of—"

Thankfully, the Muggle decided to wake up at this moment, saving Lyra from a furious lecture about breaking yet more laws. His eyes widened at the sight of the pair. "You!"

"Hello," the wizard greeted him awkwardly.

The American witch quickly placed a hand on the man's arm. "Easy Mr.—"

"Kowalski," he supplied. "Jacob."

Newt lifted his wand to point it at the Muggle, prompting Tina to put herself between them. "You can't obliviate him! We need him as a witness."

Lyra stared at her in incredulously. "What? We've literally had to listen to you scold us for hours about letting him get away the first time—"

"He's hurt! He looks ill!" she protested.

"He'll be fine," Newt put in. "Murtlap bites aren't serious. I admit that is a slightly more severe reaction than I've seen but if it was really serious, he'd have. . ."

"What?"

"Well, the first symptom would be flames out of his anus. . ." Lyra failed to hide the snicker that escaped and, familiar with her occasional immaturity, the curly-haired man just sighed.