𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 ━━
✧˖*. | ❝Hey there, sweet-pea.❞ | ✧˖*.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome our main attraction, The Phoenix!" the ringmaster announced.
The curtains drew back to reveal a naked woman trying to cover up. Her usual sunrise ombré...
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Jacob led the others to the subway, Queenie following close behind him. The rain was gently falling onto the ground, but he was shielded. Jacob fought back tears.
"I was never supposed to know any of this. Everybody knows Newt only kept me around because - hey - Newt, why did you keep me around?" Jacob asked sadly.
"Because I like you. Because you're my friend and I'll never forget how you helped me, Jacob," Newt sadly responded.
"And I'll come with you. We'll go somewhere. We'll go anywhere. See, I ain't gonna find anyone like - " Queenie got cut off.
"There's loads like me," Jacob replied.
"No, no. There's only one like you."
The pain was unbearable.
"I gotta go," Jacob said.
"Jacob!" Newt called out.
"It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's like waking up, right?" Jacob asked.
They smiled at him. Jacob walked backward into the rain. He turned to the sky, arms out, and allowed the water to wash over him completely. Queenie created a magical umbrella with her wand and stepped out toward him.
Credence stood next to Cora, holding one of her hands while her other held tightly onto Newt's hand. Newt looked down at her with a soft look in his eyes as he took in her appearance. There was blood and soot all over her clothes, along with some feathers that belonged to her and Frank. The two shared a loving look before looking back at Queenie and Jacob. Cora rested her head on Newt's shoulder lovingly.
Queenie gently kissed Jacob, and when he opened his eyes, they were all gone.
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Jacob was exhausted from a hard day at the factory. He wanted to sleep. The area was crowded with frantic people who all needed to be somewhere. Jacob was holding his own case.
Newt bumped into Jacob, knocking his case. "So sorry!" he apologized.
"Hey!" Jacob yelled, not recognizing him.
Jacob picked up his case, which was heavier than his. He opened up his case to see silver Occamy eggshells and a card.
Dear Mr. Kowalski, you are wasted in a canning factory. Please take these Occamy eggshells as collateral for your bakery. -A well-wisher
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( THREE MONTHS LATER )
There was a crowd of people outside of Jacob's bakery. It was a little shop that was painted pink. The doorbell jingled to signal the entrance of a new customer. There were pastries and loaves of bread on the counter, all molded into fanciful little shapes of a Demiguise, Niffler, and an Erumpent.
"Where do you get your ideas, Mr. Kowalski?" an old woman asked.
"I don't know, I don't know - they just come!" Jacob exclaimed with a smile on his face. He gave her the pastries she ordered. "Here you go. Enjoy."
The bell rang again. Jacob looked up and smiled at her beauty. It was Queenie. They stared at each other, enchanted. Jacob touched his neck, a memory appearing. They smiled again.
