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SEVEN. | "TAKING CARE OF A NIFFLER MUST BE LIKE TAKING CARE OF A TEENAGER."

"Dear Arty,

There's no need for apologies. When we are misunderstood, it's easy to fall for someone who understands us and seems to accept us for who we are. It's not your fault who you fall in love with, you shouldn't be ashamed of it. But just because they make us feel good, it doesn't mean that they're right for us. You deserve someone equally loyal and devoted to you as you are to them. Because, despite what everyone gossips about you, you are amazing.

My sister bothered me about being too much obsessed with dragons. I can't help it, though, they're fascinating, majestic, fierce and dangerous. But recently I discovered a new favorite creature - a Thunderbird. Their six pairs of wings are beautiful, but their feathers shimmering with cloud-like patterns is the most amazing thing I've ever seen in the Wizarding World, especially when it changes colors. They're perfect to sense danger. Honestly, saved my life once because of it.

- Mitsa."

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The perimeter of the leather case was dimly visible, but the place was swollen to the size of a small aircraft hangar. It contained what appeared to be a safari park in miniature. Each of Newt's creatures had its own perfect, magically realized habitat.

Newt was standing in the nearest one, a slice of Arizona desert. This area contained a magnificent Thunderbird - a creature like a large albatross, with its glorious wings shimmering with cloud and sunlike patterns. One of its legs was rubbed raw and bloody, obviously been chained at some point.

As the Thunderbird flapped its wings, its habitat filled with torrential downpour, thunder, and lightning. Newt used his wand to create a magic umbrella, shielding him from the rain.

Jacob was totally amazed by what he was seeing but Trinity, despite thoroughly impressed by the minimal details Newt thought, was utterly proud of how far he's gone into achieving his dreams. She couldn't contain the happiness of knowing that albeit have been expelled from Hogwarts, he still managed to become a successful Magizoologist.

"Come on, come on... Down you come... Come on." Newt called the Thunderbird.

The majestic creature calmed itself at the hearing of its rescuer, lowering down to stand on a large rock in front of Newt. As it did, the rain died down and was replaced by brilliant, hot sunshine.

Newt put his wand away and produced a handful of grubs from his pocket as the Thunderbird watched intently and, in return, the wizard stroked the beast with his free hand affectionately, calming him.

"Oh, thank Paracelsus. If you'd have got out that could have been quite catastrophic." He turned to Jacob and Trinity. "You see, he's the real reason I came to America. To bring Frank home." Jacob, still staring, stepped forward. In reaction, the Thunderbird started flapping his wings, agitated. "No, sorry, stay there. He's a wee bit sensitive to strangers." Newt tried to calm down the bird. "He was trafficked, you see. I found him in Egypt, he was all chained up. Couldn't leave him there, had to bring him back. I'm going to put you back where you belong, aren't I, Frank. To the wields of Arizona."