WICKED MAGIC ▹ N. SCAMANDER [slow updates]

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THREE. | "HE'S THE MOST HUFFLEPUFF PERSON YOU WILL EVER MEET."

"Dear Mr. Scamander,

I appreciate your compliments. My family is very much obsessed with magical creatures, and I find them fascinating as well. Muggles have some that resemble some of the ones we have, but there's no possibility of them doing the same things that magical creatures can. About catching an Occamy, my mom would say 'cockroach and teapot'. Works every time.

You're lucky. Found a Billywig last summer when we traveled to Australia. Only noticed the little beast after it stung me, and grandma caught it for learning purposes. Bet that it was the same with you - the stung, I mean. Only way to spot them, sadly. Did you suffer giddiness and levitation as well? Don't understand why young Australian wizards and witches provoke them into stinging them. That's just plain stupid.

However, their colour is beautiful. My second favourite colour. First one is purple. And, just to correct one of your mistakes, Mister Newton Artemis Fido Scamander, their wings are attached to the top of their heads, not on their backs. That's the fun of being a magical creature, I guess.

- Mitsa."

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Newt, Trinity and Porpentina hurried along Broadway toward the Woolworth Building, an ornately carved, incredibly tall skyscraper on the corner of a bustling street. The last one was almost dragging them by their coat sleeves in nervousness and maybe with a hint of desperation, but apparently settled down with the fact that the hold Newt had on Nity's hand wouldn't falter.

"Er- sorry, but I do have things to do, actually." Newt tried to argue and get out of that situation, after all, he only meant to stay in New York for a few hours.

"Well, you'll have to rearrange them!" She shot back, not feeling sorry whatsoever, forcefully guiding them through the busy traffic.

Trinity remained strangely quiet, and Newt was a bit desperate to find some support. She wasn't complaining about the situation, but her face clearly showed how unpleasant she was with everything that was happening.

Another thing bothering him was her surname, he couldn't easily brush off as questions kept popping up in his mind as in, why was she so familiar? And let's not forget about her knowing Pickett. Newt wondered what other secrets she may had because, despite her willingness in helping him catch his Niffler, Trinity - or Trinn, as he knew her - was a very reserved, cold and secretive woman.

"What are you doing in New York, anyway?" Porpentina's question interrupted his wandering thoughts.

"I came to buy a birthday present." He hurriedly replied.

"Couldn't you have done that in London?"

They arrived outside the Woolworth Building, with workers moving in and out of a large revolving door.

"No, there's only one breeder of Appaloosa Puffskeins in the world and he lives in New York, so no..." The words came out easily. If Trinity didn't know any better, she would've believed in him as it was a very solid argument. The problem was, she knew better, so she knew Newt was lying. The question was, why?

Porpentina moved them toward a side door, guarded by a man in a cloaked uniform.

"I got a Section 3A." She informed, and the guard immediately opened up the door. "By the way, we closed that guy down a year ago. We don't allow the breeding of magical creatures in New York." Of course they don't. The Americans were the most narrow-minded people Trinity has ever encountered. "What about you, Ms. Withers? What brought you to America?"