Jaune || Newt Scammander

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The New York Ghost — MAGICAL DISTURBANCES RISK WIZARDING EXPOSURE

Jaune watches the newspaper with sadness. Her eyes shimmering a sorrowful navy, as her fingers run over the image of her destroyed little shop off to the side of the other dilapidated building. The street ripped straight down the middle, destroyed. The President ignored her prescience mostly, her attention focused on Mr Graves.

"The International Confederation is threatening to send a delegation. They think this is related to Grindelwald's attacks in Europe." Madame Piquery told him, leaning in to enforce that this is getting bigger than them. Emphasising that Grindelwald is a much bigger threat.

"I was there." Mr Graves defused, "This is a beast. No human could do what this thing is capable of, Madame Piquery."

Silence ushers over the room and Jaune ignores the comforting hand of the dark Auror, her eyes flashing up at Madame President, "That doesn't mean you shouldn't believe it's related to Grindelwald. A coincidence like this will draw attention if he doesn't know anything about it now, then he will. So whenever that will happen, he'll look for a chance to understand how it will benefit him"

The silence in the room grows even thicker as the President stared into Jaune's shifting eyes. She stood out among them. Tiny. Not in a suit. Enchanting and everyone knew she couldn't seem to control her emotions by the tinging of pink at the ends of her auburn hair. The President glances around at the Auror's, "Whatever it is, one thing is clear — it must be stopped. It's terrorizing the No-Majs and when No-Maj are afraid, they attack. This could mean exposure. It could mean war."

Jaune's eyes widen at the word war. Miss Ambrosia believed that war should never be used in terms with Muggles. Muggles started wars with Muggles. Wizards started wars with Wizards. It was how the world turned for her. The ridiculous idea that Muggles could ever begin a war with Wizards seemed far fetched and paranoid to her ears. All eyes of the Aurors watch their President, expect for Mr Graves who looks off behind his President. The approaching figure of a woman with short hair and a ridiculously familiar man.

"I made your position here quite clear, Miss Goldstein." Madame Piquery addressed the woman, Jaune could hear the anger in her voice and observed at the woman shuffled uncomfortably under her gaze.

"Yes, Madame President, but I—" the woman was frightened but looked, only in the slightest, determined before her President interrupted her. Reminding the woman of her place, "You're no longer an Auror."

The room shifts into an awkward silence as the woman looked down, "No, Madame President, but—"

"Goldstein." Madame Piquery reprimanded one a defeated tone, having had enough of the defiant woman. Though there was something threatening in her silent voice.

"There's been a minor incident—" The woman continued, hoping to gain some traction of interest to further her cause but the President refused to stand for it, "Well, this office is currently concerned with very major incidents. Get out."

"Yes. Ma'am." The woman answered immediately, taking the man and moving quickly out of the room. Jaune finds her hand resting against Mr Graves arm as she watches the woman scurry away. A hand wrapped tightly around the man's blue sleeved arm.

"No longer an Auror?" She began to ask him but Madame President interrupted them, gaining back their attention, "Yes. No longer an Auror. That's it. Now we have bigger things to discuss."