Your eyes widen at the interior of the building, there's a large dial on the wall, it looks like a clock but it says emergency at the top, and the dial points to critical. Which freaks you out. Banners along the wall spell out what MACUSA stands for, a logo you see plastered on the walls a lot here.
The Magical Congress of the United States.
The largest banner in the front of the build had women on it. She had brass skin, and her hair was tucked neatly in to a kerchief. She must've be the leader of this association? Secret society? Extremist group? Of whatever this federation was, as it said in bold letters at the bottom 'Madam President'.
Suddenly you had another ache in your head. Something, a name Seraphina Picquery, forced it's way through your skull.
Who is Seraphina?
Why did you know this? Was this another clue to who you were?
You snapped back to reality when the strange woman started to talk to herself once more. (She did that a lot)
"I'll have to write you a citation, of course and maybe a ticket..."
"Who are you anyway, what is all of this?"
"Have you been oblivatied or something? It's the magical congressional headquarters, for the United States of course."
"Magic is real?" You say looking more concerned by the second.
"Oh no, are you a no-Maj who looks like they have a wand?" She says. Like it isn't the first time that she'd done it.
You decided you'd find out more if you just acted.
"Uhhh no, no, it was a...joke." You say faking laughter
"Oh, ha, you really had me for a second."
You entered a elevator with her and tried to play it cool, but you were freaking out on the inside.
MAGIC IS REAL
"Oh, I'm Tina by the the way, Tina Goldstein."
"Oh, uh I'm, ____."
About a second later the elevator dinged, and you both exited.
"So what do you do?" You ask, following her to her desk, trying to make polite small talk in the only way you know how.
"Errr, ex-auror, now I'm a federal wand permit officer"
"Ahhh..." You remarked trying to make some sort of sense in what those careers were.
"I'm just going to need to ask you a few questions, take a seat." She said as you both arrived to her small, untidy cubicle.
"Country of origin?"
"Hmm, oh umm," you didn't think and blurted out,"England"
"Oh, so that's where that weird accents from, I guess" she said scribbling the information on a form
"Can I have your first and last name?" She requests
"It's ____ ____, may I ask a question?"
"Why not," she says continuing to write on the form
"What's the date?" You ask raising a brow curiously
"I'm not sure, check my calendar, on the wall" she says and motions towards it.
"Thanks" you get up from the stool to look the date, it's one day after the date specified in the note you found on the door in the broom closet, most curious.
"Here you go," she says handing you the citation.
"Just, one more question, do you know anything about this note?" You hand her the folded piece of paper.
"I mean, I know a Newt. But he's, well he's busy." she says.
He could know what this is all about
"Do you know where he is?" You ask
"Yeah, he went looking for....someone."
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Remember Me √
Fanfiction(Newt Scamander x reader) •(Book 1)• You find a note, telling you to begin again, to start a new life. It's unmistakably in your handwriting, it's stained what only can be blood, and it's dated one day ago. You can only remember one thing and it's h...
