ATLAS || N. SCAMANDER

{four}

Wand Permit Office

Pastries.

Newt's case holds pastries. Atlas knows that this wasn't his case, but instead the muggle's.

After Abernathy left, Atlas grabbs Tina and Newt by their arms and apparates away from the Woolworth Building.

New York

Outside on a busy street, a huge moth-like creature flits by. How did a billywig get out?  How many creatures can one fit in their case, of course Atlas couldn't talk with her bag full of an alchemy lab.

"I can't believe you didn't obliviate that man!" Tina looks to be on the brink of tears. "If there's an inquiry, I'm finished!" Atlas rolls her eyes.

"Why would you be finished?" Newt asks. "I'm the one that's-" She cuts him off. "I'm not supposed to near the Second Salemers!" The billywig flits back over and catches Tina's eye. "What was that?"

Atlas replies with a nonchalant, "Nothing," but Newt reply is panicked. "A big moth." They glance at each other, Atlas gives him a look that reads What are you doing?

He pulls her with him instead of answering her look, Tina was left behind. Once they were a good amount of distance from Tina, Newt decides asked her a few questions. "So, Atlas."

She raises an eyebrow, "So, Newt," she mocks. Newt chose to ignore her and continues. "What are you doing in America?" Atlas bites her lower lip. "Well, originally I was supposed to be looking for a Galanthus Nivalis specifically from North America." Newt nods. "So you're an herbologist."

Atlas makes a face. It wasn't like she has anything against herbologists. She hates being mistaken for one.

"No," she says slowly. "I'm a potions mistress."

Newt looks astonished to say in the least. It wasn't everyday that a potions mistress or master go out to find the ingredients on their own. It was more common that the farthest they went was to Diagon Alley.

JACOB'S ROOM

The pair enters the muggle's room, which is completely destroyed. Broken furniture and shattered glass litter the place. The most obvious was a massive hole in the wall, the damage being centralized there. Atlas bends down next to the muggle, hoping that he wasn't dead. His pulse was there, but the Muggle swats her away.

"Mr. Scamander! Ms. Willow!" She hears Tina scream from outside the room. Atlas rolls her eyes. She just wanted five minutes without the American witch. She couldn't possibly think with her screeching at them every two seconds.

Tina bursts into the room before looking at Newt incredulously. "Was it open?" She questions Newt. "Just a smidge," he answers warily. Tina looks bewlidered.

"That crazy Niffler thing's on the loose again?"

"Er- it might be-"

Tina cuts Newt off. "Then look for it! Look!" Were all Americans this demanding?

By the time they had noticed the muggle, Atlas had already picked him up. She makes sure he didn't fall over before she reaches into her pocket. She pulls out a Wideye Potion that she had made prior to her trip. She tips it down the muggle's throat and he's wide awake within seconds. "Oh! Mr. No-Maj, are you okay?"

The Murtlap that had bit the muggle, jumps out at Tina. Newt lunges at it and catches it by its tail. He fights with it, pushing it back into his case. "Mercy Lewis, what is that?"

"What?" Atlas questions. "Never seen a Murtlap before?" The muggle suddenly lunges from Atlas' arms. She grabs him. "Careful," she trails off.

"Kowalski," he pauses. "Jacob."

"Well then, Jacob. Please be careful. I just gave you a Wideye Potion so you shouldn't overwork yourself." Atlas explains. Tina looks horrified. "You gave a No-Maj a potion?" Atlas shrugs. "It wasn't harmful. Anyways-" Atlas raises her wand. "You can't obliviate him! We need him as a witness."

Atlas groans. "Weren't you just yelling at us for not obliviating him?" Atlas was about to scream. She was just about done with Tina. "He's hurt. He looks ill!"

"He'll be fine," Atlas argues. Newt agrees with her. "Murtlap bites aren't serious." Jacob pulls himself away from Atlas to throw up into the corner. "I admit that is a slightly more severe reaction than I've seen, but if it was really serious he'd have," Newt trails off. "What?" Tina questions. "Flames coming out his arse," Atlas finishes hurridly. "I have things in my lab for him. We should leave before any more muggles get suspicious."

Tina grabs Newt and Atlas grabs onto Tina before they disapparate away.