Fantastic Beasts: Fate of the Magic

Chapter 3 Jacob's Big Day

Jacob and Queenie were in their maritial joys- they were married at last, and living together! He ran his bakery and she helped by reading the minds of customers. They were busy, and busineses was BOOMING! 

One night, after the close of another successful day, Jacob was cooking some pastries when he heard his wife call to him. "Jacob! Could you come here a minute, sweetie? Moi cheri?"

"One second, Queenie! I just have some buns in the oven, here!"

Then Queenie walked into the kitchen. "I guess you're not the only one...."

Jacob looked up at the wand she was holding, which was emitting a blue light at the tip. 

"OHHHHH, you... you the... we're when I when you..."

"That;s right, Jacob....We're going to have a BABY!"

Then the embraced, Jacob emitting some gutteral approxmaition of speech. 

Just then her heard the doorbell tinkle.

"Sowwy, we're cwosed..." Jacob mewled at the newcomer. He stopped at the sight of the man.

He was tall, thin like a whip, with long luscious golden hair, which framed his smug face. He had small round glasses, a cravat, a black leather trenchcoat, and an air of superiority. 

"MMMM. Jacob Kowinski. What... ap leasure. Such a charming shop. Such a chaaaarming wife. Such a chaaaaarming life."

"Who are you?" Jacob said.

"I know all about your misadventure with the wizards, Mr. Kowinski. Dumbledore? The Confederation? The magical creatures here a few months ago?"

"Yeeeeeeesssssss," He said at Jacob's face shocked, "I know you... and I think we have a kindred spirit. You see, I, too am a 'muggle'. Don't you think it's so unfair that these WWWizards lord their magic over us? They see themselves as our superior. But I think you know that already. Wouldn't you like some maagic of your own, instead of what they allow you to have?"

Jacob frowned. What did he mean by that?

"My name is Professor Awix McJack. I deal in magical trinkets and geegaws, as well as magical creatures and how to use them. Jacob, I have an offer for you. I can make you magical. As magical as Albus Dumbledore. Would you like that? Together, with the power of the Quetzalboros, we can become as powerful as our oppressors. We control the fate of the magic noooooooooooooow."

"Jacob!" Queenie shouted, "Don't trust him. His mind-"

"Silence, you foul woemn! I am not speaking to you!"

Jacob stepped towards the smug man in the cravat. "Sometimes, somebody's ass gets handed to them so hard, it can only be interpreted as an act of divine karma."

"Buddy," He said, pointing at the man, "I don't know what you did to earn the ass-whoopin' I'm about to give you, but I hope it was worth it."

McJack could not read minds, and laughed; surely the fat man was joking. 

Queenie could read minds, and was very, very afraid.