book one of the colors series
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It was a dark time for New York. A wanted wizard capable of great evil is on the loose. Above that, an unstable dark force is being hunted by many who wishes to use it for their own selfish desires. In the midst o...
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Jacob settles down in the bar, quietly observing the place in wonder especially the goblin-elf like creature that was singing about some beasts he heard from Newt just a few hours ago. Thinking back, if he told the Jacob twenty-four hours ago that there is another world more magical, one with witches and wizards, than the one he is living in, then he would have laughed so hard people would think he was delusional. But now, he's seen something larger than himself and honestly, he doesn't want to forget. Ever. He couldn't thank the brunette wizard enough for giving him a chance to see this wonderful thing called magic. Which leads us to the next problem he is facing.
"How do I get a drink in this joint?" He asked himself and as if on cue, a bottle of brown liquid zooms towards him. He catches it just in time but that doesn't mean he wasn't stunned. From below the counter top stood a house-elf who peers at him curiously.
"What? Ain't you ever seen a house-elf before?"
"Oh, no, yeah, no, yeah. Of course I have. I love house-elves." Jacob stuttered out, removing the cork from the bottle.
"My uncle's a house-elf." The house-elf looks up at Jacob suspiciously, not fooled by his lies. Just as the situation turns downhill, Queenie approaches the bar.
"Six shots of gigglewater and a lobe blaster, please." The house-elf tore his gaze reluctantly away from Jacob, eyeing the female before shuffling away to fulfill the request. Jacob turned his gaze to a crestfallen Queenie.
"Are all No-Majs like you?"
"No, I'm the only one like me." Jacob spoke, trying to act serious and seductive before grabbing a shot of gigglewater and downing it. He erupts into a loud, high-pitched giggle, eyes widening in surprise. It was something that made Queenie laugh sweetly.
On the opposite side of the bar, Tina sat across Noah and Newt. Newt was too busy looking around, observing the various characters that were minding their own business. Noah on the other hand was playing with his hat, something he conjured when he passed by a mirror because 'it looks quite fashionable'.
"I've arrested half of the people in here." Tina looks around briefly, almost uncomfortable, which made Noah smirk.
"And the other half are people I trailed."
"How can you trail someone when you're not even an Auror? You're an Obliviator. You don't have access to that." Tina questioned as she looked at Noah's eyes.
"Am I though?" He sent a mysterious grin at the female before looking down to his untouched drink and twirling it around.
"You can both tell me to mind my own business... but I saw something in that death potion back then. I saw you and Sybil hugging that Second Salem boy." Newt broke the silence between them. Tina smiled albeit briefly at the mention of the boy.
"His name's Credence. His mother beats him. She beats all those kids she adopted but she seems to hate him the most." Tina pursed her lips.
