Echos >> Newt Scamander

14. They Think You're Dead

"What in Merlin's name?" a panicked voice screeched from beside her.

"She's glowing!"

Myra's eyes flew open as she was dropped onto the cold concrete floor. Her vision swarmed with white light, only fading after she rapidly blinked for a few moments.

"She's alive!"

The blonde floundered around for a minute before she rose to her feet. Still trying to blink away the rest of the white light at the edges of her view, she patted herself down to look for her wand.

The witch soon produced the redwood object from her inside coat pocket and looked at it, confused and still a bit out of sorts (after all, death could do that to you), "What kind of auror doesn't take a suspect's wand from them?"

The three wizards surrounding her went slack jawed at her question, "You were dead!" the leading witch seemed to be scrambling for some explanation to what was happening.

Myra shrugged and pointed her wand at the three of them, "Stupefy!"

All three abruptly collapsed, unconscious, on the stone floor. The blonde stumbled over to the witch, who had her bag slung around her arm and the handle nestled in the crook of it, and pulled it away from her.

As she began running back the way that she'd seen the executioners take Newt and Tina back when she'd been dead. She kept following the passage until she came to a crossroads.

The blonde closed her eyes and tapped into a vision, left, she had to go left. She turned and continued to race through the halls, her eyes widening and feet moving faster when an alarm began to sound above her head.

Her feet pounded against the stone as she rounded the last corner that lead to the room that they had been taken to. Myra skidded to a halt right before she slammed into the open door.

She cocked her head to the side, why was the door open?

Then she realized that Tina and Newt must have escaped while she had been running to help them. The blonde tapped into another vision, which told her that she only had to keep running the way that she already had been going. So she did.

Myra was sprinting down the hallway, only slowing down when the white glowing at the edge of her view got worse. At one point she saw a few corpses and shuttered, a swooping evil, she remembered from her time at Ilvermorny. But she kept running.

"Myra?"

The witch halted in her tracks, her head whipping around to look for the source of the word. She was surprised to see Queenie holding onto her Echo's case.

"Queenie!" she grinned, rushing forward, "Have you seen Newt? Is he alright?"

"He's just fine," Queenie's face twisted in confusion, "He said you were dead."

"I.. Well..." Myra stuttered, trying to find the best way to explain it, "I was... But now I'm not... It's an Echo thing."

"Okay..." Queenie nodded her head slowly, "You should probably get in the case-"

Myra nodded her head, ready to get out of the MACUSA headquarters. Queenie bent over and set down the case, but she hesitated before opening it.

"What is it?" The blonde asked her, wondering as to why she hadn't lifted the lid yet.

"What are you going to tell them?" The other witch questioned her, "They think you're dead."

"I'll come up with something."

Queenie shrugged as well as she could while she was still bent down and unlatched the case, "Good luck."

"To you too," and Myra stepped down into the case.

When she first got down there, no one was in the main room, however, the door to the enclosures was open, so the blonde took that as her que to go outside. She set her bag down next to a shelf of vials and stepped out into what would probably be the hardest thing to explain in her life, because she couldn't say that she faked her death and other than her being an Echo, which was a well kept secret only known to the Ministry of Magic and her family, there was no explanation for what'd happened. She only wished she hadn't had to tell Newt like this.

Myra first spotted Tina, who was marveling at the thunderbird from where she stood quite a few feet away from the creature. She saw Jacob next, who was a ways away to her right in some hilly, dark enclosure swarming with fluffy looking things.

The witch did her best not to let them see her, she wanted to explain herself to her Echo first. So she goes to her left first, hoping that Newt was that way, away from everyone else.

To her relief, he was feeding an octopus like creature with a baby bottle. She leaned against the side of the house, studying him. There were tears rimming his eyes, something that Myra didn't particularly like to see on her Echo, made him look to sad. Even his shiny aura looked duller and depressed.

"Newt..." She whispered.

"Myra?" The question came out soft and confused as if her Echo thought that he was just hearing things.

"Newt," She repeated louder, "I didn't think you'd take my death so hard."

She decided that a joke would probably be the best way to start the conversation off. The brunette stilled and it took him a while, but he finally looked up at her.

"That isn't funny," his eyes hardened, "Who are you and how did you get in here?"

"Newt," Myra shook her head, "You said my name when you found out I was dead."

"That was all you said..."

"So you're one of the MACUSA workers?" the wizard reached for his wand around the creature still sitting in his lap.

"No," The blonde sighed, "I'm an Echo."

"An Echo?"

"Surely you know what we are. It was the reason I came to America, so I wouldn't have to go to Hogwarts. They knew my great-grandmother was an Echo, so they knew that I would be too."

"An Echo," Newt asked skeptically, "Really? An immortal human being that we learned about in Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"We're not immortal," Myra took a step forward, "We're just a mostly immune to death."

"Then who's the poor person that you're tied to?"

She understood why he didn't believe it was her, why he was lashing out. He thought she was still dead. That she was someone trying to earn his trust, to earn it to betray him.

"I don't know," she lied, keeping a straight face in hopes that he wouldn't see the one white lie, "You can ask Queenie though, she can confirm it."

Newt continued to look wary, and lifted the creature in his lap up into the air, back into it's floating ball of water. He looked around nervously for a moment, but eventually nodded.

"Stay here."

Alrighty, it was a struggle, but I got it up before the day was done, so I'll count this as a win. See you all on Friday, and have a great week!
~Aria