Thief For Hire || Newt Scamander x Reader

4

______ stepped into the sister's small bathroom, pajamas in hand, lent to her from Tina. So far, they were being very welcoming, but ______ couldn't help but feel an air of... secrecy going around the house. It was a completely normal house, but it felt like there was more to the story.

Or perhaps she was just letting her imagination get out of hand. They had no reason to hide anything from her, right?

She started taking off her coat when she saw something falling out of the pocket. It looked like a folded-up piece of what seemed like parchment paper. She looked at it questioningly before bending over and picking it up, examining it. I don't remember this... she thought to herself, flipping it around. She wanted to laugh at herself. If she could barely remember her own name, why would she remember a strange piece of parchment in her jacket? Although, the fact it was parchment seemed strange...

She took a chance, opening the piece of paper. For all she knew, it could have clues to who she was or where she came from.

The message only furthered her confusion.

Dearest ______,

I once again apologize about asking you to do this, but I told you, it was this or the Imperious Curse. You just chose wisely, like the smart woman you are.

Like I said, once you grab the case, meet me at the rendezvous point. I hope I don't have to remind you the location again, but if I do, just ask me when we see each other tomorrow. I'm expecting you by the docks in the afternoon, that's when he owled her that he'd arrive.

I'll see you tomorrow.

LD.

She stared at the letter for a moment. It was dated the day before today, so obviously this robbery wasn't an accident, she thought, explaining the obvious to herself. But what is an Imperious Curse, and what's so valuable in that case that someone would plan ahead to steal it?

There was only one way of finding out: ask Mister Scamander himself. That would have to come after her shower, of course. Her body was still slightly aching from what happened earlier, but that pain was nothing compared to her head. It was still throbbing, both on her forehead and on the back of her head. It made sense the ground hit her so hard, but who knew a suitcase could pack such a powerful blow? What was in that thing anyways?

That's what she wanted to find out.

Taking a shower ended up being more painful than she planned. Water going into every gash and scratch on her body was not a pleasant feeling, and the stinging almost blocked out the pain in her head. Didn't he tell her she simply fell onto the ground? How did that cause so many cuts and bruises?

She had so many questions, but no answers.

Getting out of the shower, she dressed in the pajamas Tina had given her and left the bathroom, heading into the room Tina had shown her before that would be hers. She had the parchment in her hands, her dirty clothes hanging over her arm limply. Newt was already in the room, changed into a pair of his own pajamas and sitting on the bed, reading a book without a title on its cover. As she came in, he looked up from his book for a split second before weakly smiling (if you could even notice it) and looking back down at his book.

______ went to her side of the room, setting the dirty clothes in a neat pile at the end of the bed, on the ground. She'd worry about washing them later. She looked back over at Newt, still reading, and let her eyes fall onto his case. The mysterious case. The one she was in this mess because of. Letting her curiosity get the best of her, she looked back up at Newt and cleared her throat, hoping to get his attention. Though he didn't show it well, he stopped dead in the middle of his page. "Sorry if I'm intruding, Mister Scamander," she began. "But what's in that case that's so special someone would want to steal it?"

Newt's heart dud a jump when she asked the question. Of course he knew why someone would want to take his case. Well, why a wizard would want to take it, anyways. She wasn't a wizard though, she was a Muggle. She wouldn't even begin to fathom what was inside that case, never mind already know about it enough to want to steal it. So, he just shrugged nonchalantly. "I've got no idea," he told her. "Just some regular stuff."

"Well," she continued, still trying to pry into him to get answers. She needed some answers, she was too confused, and she had nothing to go off of. Absolutely nothing. The case was unassuming, it didn't look terribly important. Yet, someone planned an entire heist to get to this thing. "What kind of stuff?"

"Nothing you'd have benefitted from if you had managed to take it," Newt looked up at her.

______ sighed. Clearly, he wasn't going to let her in on whatever was in that case. "If I had managed to get away with it, how disappointed would I have been? What terribly boring things are in it?"

"Why are you asking all of these questions all of a sudden?" Newt asked, folding his book page and putting it to the side, giving her his full attention. Even though she was asking invasive questions, he wasn't annoyed, just curious. Was she trying to fill in blanks? Was she trying to remember? What was she up to?

______ hesitated for a moment. She wanted to show him the letter she found, but at the same time, she was worried. She didn't know why, the feeling just came over her. Worry, fear, hesitation. Suddenly, one line of thought that made no sense ran through her head, making her go pale.

Please don't be angry with me.

Newt saw as she went pale, and stood up to hold her shoulders. She looked like she was just about to fall back, and she had such a faraway look in her eyes. "______?" he called out. "______, are you alright?"

______ shook her head, regaining her composure and turning towards Newt, making eye contact with him for a brief second before looking to the side a bit. "I'm fine," she told him, her face flushing slightly. He didn't notice, since she had gone pale, he thought it was simply her regaining herself again. Why would he be mad at me? ______ thought, but she had this feeling, this gut feeling.

The thought wasn't about Newt being mad at her. It was about someone else.

But who?

Not bothering to contemplate the question she knew no one would know the answer to, she instead reached into her pocket and pulled out the letter she had discovered earlier. "I found this," she told him. "It was in my coat. I don't really understand it, especially the 'curse' thing and I don't know whose initials those are, but..." she took a breath. "I think that me taking your case wasn't a random incident at all."

Newt took the letter from her, and scanning over it, his eyes widened.

It casually mentioned an Unforgiveable Curse. It showed this was no accident. It showed that someone had been reading his and Tina's letters.

Now Newt was the one who went pale. "Mister Scamander?" ______ called out. "Is everything alright?"

Newt looked up at her, trying to put on his best calm face. He was actually quite good at it. "Yeah, just trying to decipher this... do you mind if I step out for a moment?"

______ gave him a strange look for a moment before slowly nodding her head. "Sure..." she told him slowly.

"I'll be right back," Newt told her, giving her a small smile before turning and leaving the room, looking down and reading the letter again.

Whoever LD was, they were after his case specifically. They used dark magic. They've managed to read his personal letters.

Newt ran a hand through his head. He couldn't process it all in that moment, not even if he wanted to.

So, he walked down the hallway to get help from the other two magic users.