Are You Mister Graves? {Percival Graves x Reader}

Chapter 23

     Newt, Tina, and a No-Maj they had accidentally got acquainted with some time earlier that day named Jacob Kowalski. A bite mark was seen on the man's neck as he had looked ill and they had to help him tiptoe up the stairs to Tina's apartment building.

     "That you, Tina?" The landlady, Mrs. Esposito, called out that made the group freeze in their steps.

     "Yes, Mrs. Esposito!" Tina responded.

     "Are you alone?"

     "I'm always alone, Mrs. Esposito!" Tina sighed with a shake of her head while she and Newt continued to help Jacob up the steps. They enter the apartment and the living space was almost alive by workaday magic. An iron was working away on its own in a corner, and a clothes horse revolved clumsily on its wooden legs in front of the lit fireplace, drying an assortment of underwear. Magazines were scattered around: The Witch's Friend, Witch Chat, and Transfiguration Today. Queenie stood wearing her silk slip and watching the mending of a dress on a dressmaker's dummy. Jacob stares at her in awe at how beautiful the blond was while Newt had barely noticed her at all as he was getting impatient to leave as soon as possible. He looked out the windows as Queenie looks over at them with a slightly surprised expression.

     "Teenie-- you brought men home?" She said softly as Tina cleared her throat.

     "Gentlemen, this is my sister. You want to put something on, Queenie?" The older sister asked as the youngest looked at her obliviously at first before nodding.

     "Oh, sure-" She says, unconcerned while she ran her wand up the dummy and the dress magically ran up her body. Jacob watched with a dumbfounded expression on his face at the display as Tina started to tidy up the apartment a bit, slightly frustrated. "So, who are they?" Queenie asked.

     "That's Mr. Scamander. He's committed a serious infraction of the National Statute of Secrecy-"

     "He's a criminal?" Queenie asked in an impressed manner.

     "--uh-huh, and this is Mr. Kowalski, he's a No-Maj--"

     "A No-Maj?" Queenie gasped, suddenly worried, "Teen-- what are you up to?"

     "He's sick-" Tina sighed heavily, "it's a long story-- Mr. Scamander has lost something, I'm going to help him find it." She explained as Jacob suddenly staggers, very sweaty and ill. Queenie hurried over to him as Tine hovered, also worried.

     "You need to sit down, honey." Queenie claimed as Jacob slumped back onto the sofa, "Hey-" She reads his mind, "-he hasn't eaten all day. And-" She pauses as she reads his mind some more, "-aw, that's rough," she reads his mind again, "-he didn't get the money he wanted for his bakery. You bake, honey? I love to cook." Queenie beamed with a smile, Newt watched her with clear interest as his scientific attention was now caught.

     "You're a Legilimens?" He asked as the blond looked up at him with a nod.

     "Uh-huh, yeah. But I always have trouble with your kind. Brits. It's the accent." She said softly as Jacob let this information sink in.

     "You know how to read minds?" He asked as she looked back at him.

     "Aw, don't worry, honey. Most guys think what you was thinking, first time they see me." She said with a coy smile on her pink lips as she playfully gestured at Jacob with her wand, "Now, you need food."  Newt looked out the window to see a Billywig fly pass and his patience was wearing thin as he wanted to get out and find his creatures. While Tina and Queenie busied themselves in the kitchen, footsteps are heard in the hall outside and the door of the apartment magically swung open suddenly, making everyone jump in surprise and panic set in the witches and wizard.