Newt Scamander x Reader One Shots

#1- Happenstances

The clock in the lobby of MACUSA headquarters was ticking too loudly.

You forced yourself to take deep, even breaths, smiling to your coworkers as you passed them. You lowered your shoulders and lessened the tension of your gait, feigning nonchalance. But every tick, tock of the sumptuous gold-plated clock made your heart beat faster, as if it were counting down the moments until MACUSA would realize what you'd done. You always thought the clock was magnificent, beautiful even, but now it seemed like a magisterial watchman with arms of iron pointing at you as if to say There she is! Don't let her get away!

You descended the stairs with as much easy grace and poise as you could muster. Through the bustle of agents coming and going, you nodded congenially to the doorman, just as you did every day.

You were nearly past the sliding glass doors when the alarm sounded.

The doors spat you out onto the street and instantly you were swallowed by foot traffic. You knew not to take off on a run; that was far too conspicuous. Instead, you quickened your pace, surreptitiously slipping in between passersby and putting as much distance between you and Headquarters as you could. In one fluid motion, you shrugged off your MACUSA-issued cherry-red jacket and flipped it inside out before tugging it back on again. The black interior allowed you to mold into the crowd, seamless as the sea.

Accusatory shouts met your ears and you imagined a dozen or so MACUSA agents spilling out of Headquarters, sifting through the crowd for one rogue agent in particular, but you did not turn your head to look. Breathe. You're going about your business.

You crossed the busy street with a cluster of other pedestrians, tugging up your collar. Your brother would be on a ferry halfway to Staten Island by now, where he would hitch a ride to Baltimore. That was, if everything went according to plan. You, on the other hand, had somewhere else in mind. You knew you couldn't resort to your apartment- MACUSA had likely sent agents to apparition there already. But if you could make it to Queenie's place, you knew she would let you stay there for the evening so you could sort things out. At least, you hoped.

You turned the slightest bit to see if any agents were behind you. Four of them were pushing through the crowd, craning their heads above the traffic. Intuitively, you brushed your fingers against the wand in your pocket, ready to use magic if necessary. However, it was just as illegal for MACUSA agents to use spells in front of No-Majs as it was for criminals like you.

You pressed forward, determined to surpass your pursuers undetected, when someone yelled, "There she is!"

Internally cursing, you abandoned your attempt at remaining covert and took off at a run. Adrenaline spiked through your veins as you shoved people out of your way, mumbling apologies under your breath. Another glance behind revealed the agents in hot pursuit.

Suddenly you slammed into something. The sheer force of your momentum expelled the air clean from your lungs and you went tumbling, gasping for air on the pavement. You pushed to your knees to see that you hadn't crashed into something, but someone. Not stopping to look at them, you yelped, "Sorry!" and took off again. Your knees and palms burned from the impact of the concrete, and you couldn't tell if the clammy feeling on your skin was sweat or blood. You didn't stop to check.

Rounding another block, you almost ran head-on into a shiny, black police car, two uniform-clad officers leaning against the portside doors. Your stomach dropped, imminently realizing you'd been trapped. But then you had an idea.

"Oh, officers!" You fretted in your best damsel-in-distress voice. "Please help me. There's a group of men chasing me. I was on my way home from work when they tried to steal my clutch."