'I quite fancy you, Newt.'
'I quite fancy you, too.'
Grace Alinac, Slytherin best friend of Newt Scamander since their days at Hogwarts, joins him on his travels around the world to write his book, 'Fantastic Beasts and...
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"Sorry, but we do have things to do actually," Newt says as the woman drags both of them by their arms on either side of her.
"Well, you'll have to rearrange them," she scoffs. Grace rolls her eyes.
"What are you two doing in New York anyway?"
"We came to buy a birthday present."
"Couldn't you have done that in London?"
"No, there is only one breeder of Appaloosa Puffskeins in the world and he lives in New York, so no," Newt states as-a-matter-of-factly. They stop in front of a large building as the woman walks forward to talk to the doorman.
"I got a section 3A."
"Are you okay?" Newt asks Grace, gazing down at her with wide concerned eyes.
"Yeah, just a bit nervous. I've never been in trouble with the law before."
"Uh, yeah. Sorry about that," he gestures to his case.
"We'll need to have a stern talking to that niffler, won't we?" Grace smiles with hands on her hips, lightening the mood.
"By the way, we don't allow the breeding of magical creatures in New York. We shut that guy down a year ago," the woman interrupts, grabbing their arms to drag them once again. Both Newt and Grace grow large smiles despite the situation at the sight of the Magical Congress. Even with magic being a part of their lives since birth, some things are still wonderous.
"Hey Goldstein," the house elf manning the elevator greets.
"Hey, Red. Major investigation department."
"I thought you was-"
"Major investigation department," she snaps. "I got a section 3A." The woman labelled as 'Goldstein' grabs the two by the arms once more as she drags them out of the elevator and into a room with a group of people hosting a meeting. One was easily recognisable as President Seraphina Picquery
"I made your position here quite clear, Miss Goldstein."
"Yes, Madam President, but I-"
"You are no longer an auror."
"No, Madam President, but-"
"Goldstein."
"There's been a minor incident," the woman continues to press.
"Well, this office is currently concerned with very major incidents. Get out."
"Yes, ma'am."
Dragged once again to the elevator, the woman asks the house elf to take them to the wand permit office. Sick of being pulled by the arm, Grace finally says something.
"You know we can both walk without you pulling us, right?"
"Sorry," the woman pulls her arms back to her side as they step out of the elevator. Newt and Grace follow her towards a desk in which she sits on, pulling out a notebook. Grace chuckles as Newt has to duck under a low hanging sign. He looks at her with a lopsided grin on his face.
