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It's 1920 in New York city. An Auror, Director of Magical Security and head of MACUSA's Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Percival Graves, meets a new Auror who has been recruited to MACUSA by Madam President. They start off as ene...
Tina and (Y/n) lead the group down an unhealthy back alley covered in bins, crates, and discarded objects. (Y/n) located a set of steps leading to a basement apartment and motioned them down. The steps seem to have less to a dead end: the doorway has been bricked up. Instead, a poster of a young upper class woman wearing an evening dress, making her first appearance in a fashionable society, coyly smiling and gazing at herself in a mirror, covers the end of the walkway. Tina, Queenie, and (Y/n) stand in front of the poster as the sisters turn to each other and, in unison, raise their wands. As they do so, their work clothes transform into stunning flapper party dresses.
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Tina looks up at Newt, somewhat embarrassed by her new attire. Queenie gazes at Jacob, a cheeky smile on her face. The sisters look at (Y/n), who hasn't transformed her work clothes. "C'mon, (Y/n). We used to do this thousands of times whenever the three of us would go out. Don't be shy now because theirs boys with us." Queenie encouraged with a smile as Tina smiled encouragingly at (Y/n) as the Auror huffed a soft laugh with a shake of her head and slight smile.
"Fine." She said while raising her wand, her work attire transforms into a flapper party dress as well, a head piece forming out of thin air and resting comfortably on her head.
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"Oh you look amazing~!" Queenie said with a grin, (Y/n) blushing faintly out of embarrassment since she hasn't worn a flapper dress in forever. Newt and Jacob studied the women in awe as the magizoologist shifted a bit awkwardly with a faint pink hue on his cheeks. Tina stepped towards the poster and slowly raises her hand. As she did so, the eyes of the young woman move upward, following her every move. Tina then knocked slowly on the door four times. Newt, sensed the need for a change, hastily magics himself a small bow tie as Jacob watched with slight jealousy. A hatch opened: the painted eyes of the young woman whipped back to reveal the gaze of a suspicious guard.
A seedy, low-ceilinged speakeasy for the down-and-out of New York's magical community. Every witch and wizard criminal in New York is there, their wanted posters hung proudly on the walls. There's a glimpse of a wanted poster that said, GELLERT GRINDELWALD: WANTED FOR NO-MAJ SLAYINGS IN EUROPE. A glamorous goblin jazz singer croons on a stage full of goblin musicians, smoky images wafting from her wand to illustrate her lyrics. All is dingy and shabby, an atmosphere of menacing fun
