His Beast - Part II

The Gentleman

Jeanne's POV
The Niffler chattered once more and rolled in the middle of the street.

"Oh, good boy," I said, walking over the the creature. "Newt, she was here. Tina stood here," I explained. "She has incredibly narrow feet, have you noticed?" I realized, putting my foot next to hers.

"Darling your feet are just wide," Newt mumbled. He turned seeing a new apparition appear. "Someone came towards her . . ."

A brown feather floated down in front of him. With the flick of his wand, Newt enchanted it.

"Follow that feather!" he said.

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Newt's POV
The feather got us nowhere after it decided to rain.

Instead, I captured the feather and put it in a little bubble where it could spin as it pleased.

The lot of us decided we were hungry after our feather chase had been unsuccessful and Amy was getting fussy after being strapped to her mother's back all day.

So, we took some seats at a little patio-side restaurant.

As we waited for the server, Jacob looked over to a French couple whispering sweet nothings to each other.

He smiled sadly. "You know what I miss about Queenie," Jacob began. "Everything . . ."

Jeanne squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.

"I even miss the stuff that drove me nuts, like the mind reading." He laughed half-heartedly.

I kept my eyes trained on the people in the crowd, not really listening.

"You know what I mean?" Jacob said.

Sorry?" I asked. I hadn't caught anything he'd been saying.

Jeanne kicked my shoe.

"Oh, I was just saying," Jacob continued. "You sure the guy's here that we're lookin' for?"

I went back to staring at the feather under glass that sat in the center of our table.

It began tapping against the bubble more rapidly.

As a man walked past, I lifted it.

The feather floated back into the brim of the gentleman's top hat.

I stood quickly. "Bonjour, monsieur," I stuttered. That was all the French I knew.

The man turned away.

"No—sorry, um we were just wondering if you'd come across a friend of ours," I explained.

"Tina Goldstein," said Jacob.

"Monsieur, Paris is a large city," the gentleman began.

"Yes, but she's an Auror. And when Aurors go missing, the Ministry tends to come looking so . . . You know, I suppose it'd be better if we just report her absence," I mumbled to Jacob.

"Is she tall?" the stranger asked suddenly. "Dark hair, nice face?"

Jacob and I nodded feverishly.

"I think I someone like this last night," the man said. "Perhaps if I showed you where?"

"Yes if you wouldn't mind, that'd be lovely," I said.

The man turned then cocked his head for us to follow. I looked to Jeanne quickly.

"You go ahead, love," she said. "I'll meet you back at the statue at dusk."

I nodded quickly then gave her a peck on the cheek. Jeanne hoisted my suitcase up onto the table then grabbed Amy's bag form within.

"Take your case," Jeanne said. "You might be needing it."

I gave Amy a kiss on the forehead before she could grab onto my hair. She'd been doing that lately. "Goodbye, Amy," I said softly, tapping her nose.

As I turned back, Jacob was smiling at the sight of us. The stranger had his hands in his pockets, waiting.