Jaune || Newt Scammander

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Even though Jaune had loved the Ministry of Magic, MACUSA showed her something different. A different world that told her, nothing is ever the same. June informed the wary eyes that watched them as she and Mr Graves hauled her brother through the doors. The stairs looked do be the hardest challenged with trying to drag her brother up the steps.

She couldn't help her eyes wander before Mr Graves uttered a levitation charm. Alistair's eyes grow large in shock as his body levitated up the steps. Mr Graves palm then placing itself on the small of her back as they made their way into the elevator.

"Infirmary," Mr Graves announced to the bellboy goblin standing in the elevator, his squinted watery eyes wander up Jaune before raising his clawed stick to press the button when the Auror sends him a sharp look. Alistair disrupts the silence with groaning as if he felt nauseous.

"This isn't as fun as I remembered," He groaned, Jaune rolls her eyes but couldn't help the small smile on her lips when the door finally opens. Mr Graves directs them through bed and beds until a neat look nurse, dressed in appropriate clothes greets them suddenly.

"What happened?" She asked, her eyes falling hungrily over her new patient. Even though Jaune knew her brother didn't feel good, she still couldn't believe the charming grin he sent the nurse causing her to blush profusely. Mr Graves ignored him, floating him towards a nearby empty bed where the nurse gestured to lay him down.

"A building fell on them."

"Them?" The nurse asked looking towards the handsome Mr Graves before her eyes wandered to the woman standing beside him. She was covered in dust, blood smeared over her hands and arms, thick and sticky as it ran down her face, "Oh."

"Just handle my brother," She told the nurse in an assertive tone before turning to look up at Mr Graves, "I demand to see Madame Piquery."

"You can't," he said simply looking down at her, he revelled in her size and how fierce she stood against him. He itched to reach out and touch her, wipe away from blood from her lip.

"Of course I can," she told him defiantly, Alistair watched his sister with calm eyes before they flickered back to the nurse. Filling with mischievousness as he sent her a grin, "I need—"

"To be attended to, to rest," he told her, fighting the urge as he sets a comforting arm on her shoulder, "Not even I could request her at the moment..."

Jaune turns quiet, her mind wandering to what her parents with say or do. They could have died and Jaune wasn't about to rest until she understood what was going on, "When I've made word with her, I'll ensure you come along. I promise. We'll find out what happened. Together."

The nurse giggled at her brother as he talked quietly with her. Jaune's eyes watching them with disgust before meeting the dark ones of the Auror. His thumb rubbed reassuringly on her shoulder and for once she felt comfort in someone else's touch beside her own family. Nodding in acceptance, Mr Graves took a step back, glancing over the Ambrosia siblings and promised he would return before turning on his heel and leaving the infirmary. Countless witches and wizards remained hidden behind curtains, invisible, besides the odd groan of pain for a woman further down.

Jaune raised her eyebrows at the nurse who had yet to repair any part of her brother. She quickly scurries away off to some part of the ward as Jaune takes the seat beside her brother's bed. With a groan of pain, he tries to push himself to sit up. A look of worry passing over her face before he shook his head, reaching for her hand, "This hurt less than when you threw two bludgers at my head."

The twinkling worry in her eyes was replaced with a smirk of memory. A laugh breaching her lips a twinkling bells. He sent her a pointed look at her laughter before smiling himself. His body relaxing against the fluffy pillows, "I know you miss home. Mum and dad."

Jaune was silent as he spoke, the groans every now and then from the woman further up the infirmary irritated her, "Yeah. Sometimes but I like how new everything is. I just wish they weren't so far away I guess. I wish we could have everyone here."

"I know. Me too." He told her squeezing her hand as comfortable silence filtered between them until the nurse returned. Jaune ignored their flirting with a twisted stomach of disgust. She always knew her brother's temperament, he couldn't go a day without human interaction. He was always social, the handsome flirt and intelligent conversationalist. He was important to the family. He loved the attention but he loved his sister even more.

By the time the nurse had cleaned them both us, Jaune felt exhaustion fall over her. Her brother already asleep after the nurse gave him a calming draught. She was determined to watch over him but she couldn't stop blinking herself to sleep until finally, despite the irritable groans of the nearby woman, pulled into an uncomfortable sleep.

The shake of her shoulder shocked her awake, her heart racing before her eyes immediately fell onto her brother. Who was still sleeping peacefully. Softly her eyes wander up the arm touching her shoulder, the tall dark man known as Mr Graves, stood above her. Watching his eyes she stood from her chair, "Can I see the Madame President yet?"

"Yes. We can't be late. It happening now." He told her ready to march out of the infirmary but she hesitated. Her petite hand falls from his as she stared back at her brother. Before she could object, regretting leaving him by himself the nurse smiled politely at her, "I can tell him."

Jaune whispered a quiet thankful before she turned, allowing Mr Graves to guide her towards the elevator. The doors shutting behind her as Mr Graves told the Red where to go. The petite witch tenses when she hears a trill sound through the elevator. Both eyes wandering to her as she cautiously places a hand in the pocket of her apron. The fluffy little ball of a custard coloured puffskein twirled in her palm when she revealed him. His beady little eyes watching up at her joyously.

Jaune felt a smile of relief, though the whole ordeal, she couldn't believe her mind hadn't thought of Plum. Vaguely she remembered his contented humming beside her before her whole world she had built in New York crumbled on top of her, "Your alright Plum."

The tiny puffskein thrilled in happiness as Jaune places him delicately inside of her pocket once again. The elevator quickly came to a stop, the petite witch taking the first steps out of the elevator to avoid the weird silence.

"This way," Mr Graves directed her as the doors closed behind them, his hand falling to the small of her back before he directs her into a private room. Though it is filled with other high-level Auror's and most importantly, Madame Seraphina Piquery.

"Finally for you to join us, Mr Graves," she greeted him, Jaune felt her stare immediately but instead of hiding herself behind the dark Auror like he thought she would the petite witch stood out a hand to the Madame President.

"Jaune Ambrosia." She introduced herself, the president eyed her with raised eyebrows before grabbing her hand. Both women shaking firmly, "I request to speak with you about the events that took away my shop and my home in New York."

"Yes, I know. Mr Graves has informed me and I'm delighted to inform you that your shop, and home, have been repaired. Meaning as soon as you and your brother are taken care of you may return to your home." Madame Piquery told her with a polite smile before dismissing her. Jaune felt a rush of rage inside of her chest, her eyes flashing an orange sunset at the Presidents back.

"I'm sorry Madame President, but your words leave me under the impression you believe that I'm just going to go back home..."

"Yes, exactly. There is nothing—" The President began, shocked, as her eyes shot towards Mr Graves.

"I'm sorry but nothing of the sort will happen."

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