Hidden (Newt Scamander twin Fanfic)

Ah. Wrong Case.

We arrived in a small alley, and she tried her best to keep track of us without looking suspicious to Muggles. We arrived at what I'm guessing is a main hall. She went up to the guard on a less-used door. I figured this was the way to the MACUSA.

"I've got a section 3A." The guard nodded and opened the door. "Come on!" We followed and saw the inside. It was pretty cool. A clock showing the level of threat from Muggles, a wand polisher, and so many more little trinkets.

We followed her, trailing back a little, to an elevator.

"Hey, Goldstein." A little house-elf said.

"Hey Red." She responded, a little bit of disgust and hatred in her voice. We stepped into the now crowded elevator.

"Major investigation department." She said, that commanding authority aura back.

"But I thought you was-"

"Major investigation department, I got two section 3As." She hissed, bending down. The house-elf grumbled and jabbed at the buttons. I jumped a little when it started moving. Sure, I had ridden elevators at the ministry, but those were wizard adapted. These were full on Muggle. I could hear Newt chuckling quietly.

Shut up I spoke in his head. He rolled his eyes.

We arrived at whatever floor this was. We stepped out, and she took our arms in her firm grip. She led, well, more like dragged, us to a meeting room. I could tell what they were saying.

"This could mean exposure. This could mean war." That didn't sound good. We in the room now, and she was noticed.

"I made your position here quite clear Miss Goldstein." The head, I could tell, said.

"Yes, but-"

"You are no longer an Auror." I was getting mad. That's no way to treat someone. Little flames appeared in my palms, like they always do when I get mad. Shoot, did they notice? It didn't seem like it. I hid them, and they went away.

"No but there's been a minor incident-"

"Well, this department is currently immersed in major incidents. Get out."

"Yes ma'am." She lead us out. The tiny flames came back.

We went to a little area called 'Wand Permit Office'.

"So do you have your wand permits? All foreigners have to have them in New York."

"Oh, we made a postal application weeks ago."

"And you just spent a year in Equitorial Guinea?" She said, raising her eyes. Smooth.

"We've just spent a year in the field. I'm writing a book on magical creatures."

"Like an extermination guide?"

"A book on why we should be protecting these creatures instead of killing them." He said proudly.

I liked Newt best when he was with his creatures, or talking about them. It kept his mind off of worrying if I was going to go back into my depressed, panicked state. Ever since I came back two years ago he's done that. He was a better guy than Theseus, or my dear father.

"GOLDSTEIN!" A man walked in, and Miss Goldstein dived under the desks. "Where is she?" He realised where she hid. "Goldstein. Did you butt in on the investigative team again?" She was starting to stand up, not answering him.

"You haven't been tracking them Second Salemers again, have you?" I decided I didn't like him.

"O-of course not Mr. Abernathy."

"Uh huh. Where'd she pick you up?" I didn't answer and neither did Newt. We didn't really know her, but we didn't want to get her in trouble.

"Abernathy!" A second male came into the room.

"Oh, hello Mr. Graves. I'll just um..yeah." He left the room.

"Mr. Graves this is Newt and Lily Scamander they have a crazy creature in that case and it got out and caused mayham in a bank." She said, standing and walking over.

"Let's see the little guy." She took the case and set it on the desk. Graves slowly opened it, and I held a grip on my wand, just in case. But there was no need.

The case was full of pastries.

"Tina." Graves shook his head and walked out. However, us three exchanged worried glances.

We're going to be here a lot longer than we wanted.