Yandere Newt Scamander

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It's November 21, 1926. Newt Scamander sits on a bench on the Fort Elizabeth steamer ship, his case sits beside the bench on his left. He looks over at the nearing city of New York and then reaches down to grab the handle of his suitcase. When he does, one of the latches unclicks. His hand moves to close it and he once again reaches to the handle, grabbing the suitcase. 

He sets it on his lap and holds it as he leans down to speak. "Dougal. Settle down now please." The creature, Dougal, seems to respond back to him, making Newt smile. "It won't be long." Dougal remarks once more as Newt rests his chin on his crossed hands, looking far off at the approaching city of New York.

Not long after, Newt walks down the connecting bring from the ship with his case in hand. Newt makes his way over to the customs tables and meets a person resembling a cop or possibly a bag inspector. Newt grabs his passport from his pocket and hands it over to the man. 

The man then opens and looks at the passport. Newt stands put and glances around. "British, huh?" The man says. "Yes." Newt replies, now looking back over. "First trip to New York?" The man asked to Newt. "Yes." Newt responds again as the man closes up the passport.

"Anything edible in there?" The man asks, gesturing to Newt's case. Newt shakes his head at the answer. "No." Newt's gaze lowers and the man watches him. "Livestock?" Newt doesn't answer and has a knowing look. Before anything else happens, the latch unclicks again, gaining both their attention. 

Newt turns his head and looks down at the suitcase. He glances quickly at the man for a second, then he returns his gaze to the suitcase. He snaps the latch back in place and speaks. "Must get that fixed. Um... no." Newt looks back at the man, who now seems suspicious of him. "Lemme take a look." The man says as he sets Newt's passport down on the table.

Newt seems to pause for a moment, but he does put the suitcase up. When he puts the suitcase on the table, he makes sure to switch a small lever for muggle-worthy near one of the suitcase locks. The man takes the suitcase as Newt looks to the side, waiting.

When the man opens the suitcase, he glances at Newt. He also looks up to meet the man's gaze. The inspector man seems to look back in the suitcase and sees nothing but normal things. He shakes his head lightly before speaking up. "Welcome to New York." He hands Newt his passport and suitcase. Newt grabs them back and walks away from the tables, through an aisle.

Not long after, Newt walks through the streets of New York, looking over at the buildings on one side. A fire truck goes by him and he ends up in front of a bank. A crowd is gathered and a woman is speaking about witches hidden in their society. Newt goes into this crowd as he looks around with curiosity. 

Without paying much attention, he bumps into a lady eating a hotdog. He turns his head to her and apologizes. "I'm so sorry." He mutters before walking into the center front of the crowd, looking up at the speaking woman. While this happens, a portly man with a suitcase walks past the street to the bank. He squeezes past the lady eating a hotdog. "Scuse' me darling... just trying to get to the bank." He gets past and walks through the crowd, going towards the bank.

As he walks, he mutters excuse me to get past some people. Newt, right in front of the man's path, sets his suitcase down just as the man walks by. He trips over it and some people around look. Newt apologizes to the man. "So sorry. My case..." The man recovers before he falls to the ground and turns around to look at Newt, sighing. "No harm done." He then turns back around and walks his way up the steps of the bank. "Scuse' me." He says as he goes around the speaking woman.

The lady who was speaking turns her attention to Newt, even pointing at him. "You. Friend." Newt looks up at her, listening. "What brings you to our meeting today?" She asks as she takes a step down. "O-Oh, I was just passing." He says, motioning around him with a paper in hand. He smiles as she then speaks again. "Are you a seeker? A seeker after truth?"