ATLAS || N. SCAMANDER

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NEWT'S CASE
OUTSIDE

"Titus? Finn? Poppy, Marlow, Tom?"Newt calls out. Atlas gives him a weird look, who was he calling out to? They emerge into a sunlit glade, Newt pulls something from his coat pocket. Atlas squints through the sunlight, "Is that a Bowtruckle?" Newt turns to face her, Pickett still in hand. "Er- yeah," Newt nearly stammered. "Pickett - er - had a cold. He needed some body warmth." Atlas rushes past Jacob to view the small creature, "So you've been carrying the small thing this whole time?" She holds her hand out and Pickett jumped onto her open palm. She brings Pickett up to her eyes and introduces herself, "Hi, I'm Atlas Willow and I'm sure we'll be great friends."

She couldn't be purer than she was at the moment, Newt duces. She's the living embodiment of pure. Atlas goes to move Pickett onto the branches with the other Bowtruckles but Pickett grasps onto Atlas' thumb, "You don't want to go? But this is your family, they must miss you." Pickett just grasps onto Atlas' thumb and tries walking on her arm. "He has some attachment issues," Newt explains to Atlas while pulling him off her shoulder. He moves his hand to the tree and tries to return Pickett, "Now, come on, Pickett. Pickett. No, they're not going to bully you. Now, come on. Pickett!" Atlas and Jacob watch Newt and Pickett fight, Pickett inevitably winning the fight and returning to Atlas' shoulder. "All right. But that is exactly why they accuse me of favoritism," Newt resigns, watching the Bowtruckle climb. Atlas giggles as Pickett tries to use her hair as some type of shield from Newt's scold.

Newt turns and his facial expression turns to one of worry. A large, empty nest can be seen and Newt wonders out loud, "I wonder where Dougal's gone."

He's soon distracted by a nearby nest that chirps and he rushes over saying, "All right, I'm coming, I'm coming. Mum's here, mum's here." Seeing Newt with these creatures made Atlas' heart melt and her eyes water, he was really good with these creatures and he must love them all so much. Atlas watches as Newt pulls a baby occamy from the nest and coddles it, "Ah - hello, you - let me take a look at you." Jacob eyes the occamy with interest, recognition showing on his face, "I know these guys."

"New occamy, your occamy," Newt directs the last part to Jacob. "What do you mean? My occamy?" Jacob questions Newt, looking curiously at the occamy. "Yes - do you want to?" Newt's question trails off while holding the occamy out for Jacob to hold. "Yeah, sure," Jacob holds the newborn creature gently in his hands. When he moves to pet it, it nips at his fingers and Newt quickly explains to him, "No, sorry - don't pet them. They learn to defend themselves early. See, their shells are made of silver so they're incredibly valuable." Newt feeds the other babies in the nests.

"Their nests tend to get ransacked by hunters." He takes the baby occamy back and places it in the nest. "Thank you," Jacob says, still staring at the baby occamys.

"Mr, Scamander? Ms. Willow?"

"Call me Newt," Newt offers.

"Atlas," Atlas also offers.

"Newt, Atlas, I don't think I'm dreaming," Jacob stammers. "What gave it away?" Atlas asks him, amused. "I ain't got the brains to make this up." Newt looks from Jacob to Atlas and then back to Jacob, face showing that he was both intrigued and flattered. Atlas looks off to the side, a slight blush dusts her cheeks. "Actually, would you mind throwing some of those pellets in with the Mooncalves over there?" Newt asks Jacob and he agrees, shuffling over to the bucket of pellets. "Just over there," Newt directs before grabbing a wheelbarrow and making his way over to Atlas. Atlas pulls up a bucket and follows Newt father into the case. "Bugger - Niffler's gone. Of course he has, little bugger. Any chance to get his hands on something shiny."

NEWT'S CASE
SNOWSCAPE

"Step back," Newt's voice is sharp and Jacob jumps at it. "Jeez," Jacob says, trailing off. "Step back," Newt says, calmer than he was before. "What's the matter with this?" Jacob asks. "I said step away," Newt repeats. "I'd do what he says, Jacob," Atlas bites her lip, knowing what it is. "What the hell is this thing?" Jacob asks, taking steps back. "It's an Obscurus," Newt explains, his tone cold, no longer happy.

  NEWT'S CASE
FOREST

"I need to get going, find everyone who's escaped before they get hurt," the trio walk away into another forest, Newt taking the lead. "Before they could get hurt," Jacob says, stressing the 'they' in the sentence. "Yes, Mr. Kowalski. See, they're currently in alien terrain, surround by millions of the most vicious creatures on the planet," Newt continues to power through the forest.

"Humans."