Jaune || Newt Scammander

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          The streets of New York were cold and quiet. To find the niffler in the dark of New York seemed almost impossible if it wasn't for the odd silver fork or spoon every block.

"Why can't we accio your necklace again?"

"Because even if we did, we still wouldn't have all of mums silverware and I'm not about to put 'p.s. lots of love...p.p.s. A niffler stole half of the silverware and now there are pieces missing. Hope the family is fine.' at the end of my letter." Jaune snapped at him, causing him to roll his eyes, "Wouldn't have been a problem if you didn't give him the silverware."

Jaune stops in her steps to stare at her brother with a glare but he only shrugged and continued to follow the odd trail of silverware on the dirty streets of New York. The niffler dragged them across the streets and back again, hardly making up its mind until Alistair stops them.

"Do you recognise where we are?" He asked glancing around at the nearby shop. Jaune scrunches up her nose in confusion until she observes the top end shelving racks filled with expensive items.

"Oh no. This is defiantly going to be found out by MACUSA." Jaune mutters as she quickens her pace before a loud crash echoes over the streets. The siblings glance nervously between each other before quickening the pace, making sure to grab any more silverware spotted on the way. Eventually, their quick walking turns into running as more crashes echo though the street until in the dim lights of the road up ahead is a small rat-like creature; "ACCIO."

Suddenly the creature is yanked backwards just as they come into the street. Jaune's wide eyes watch in shock as the body of the tiny creature is flung backwards, swinging around a lamppost and flying towards another shop window. Jaune is quick to raise her wand, a spell barely uttered from her lips and its tiny body is caught in the window that has turned to a consistency of sticky jelly.

The last man Alistair has expected to see, though the only man Jaune had expected to see, stood in front of them covered in jewels. They poured from his pockets and dripped from his body. His companion just the same. Jewels litter the street from along with the broken window, "Newt?"

"Er, hello..." Before the Magzooligist could react properly to the unexpected guests, he makes his way towards the struggling niffler caught in the window. Plucking it from the window, "All right? Happy?"

Police sirens follow the cold silence of the New York streets, the Ambrosia siblings moving towards the two men smothered with jewels — inadvertently looking as if they had just robbed the jewellery store, "One down — two to go."

Jaune reaches out a hand to grab Newts blue coat as he attempts to shake the diamonds from the niffler pouch. Only for her hands to raise into the air, police cars pulling up as policemen run out with guns aimed at them.

"They went that way, officer." The man beside Newt, who was also obviously covered in jewels held his hands up. Pointing in the opposite direction of the quartet, "Hands up!"

A tiny squeak grabbed everyone's attention as the niffler pokes out it little nose from Newts overcoat — "What the hell is that?"

Alistair takes a step forward to draw the attention on him, the policemen aiming their guns nervously until the man beside Newt whimpers out a word that steals everyone's attention, "lion..." as a Lion stalks towards them. The Policemen turn their guns towards giant feline as it moves closer and closer.

"You know, New York is considerably more interesting than I'd expected." Newt smiles  store glancing at the small woman beside him, "Grab onto my arm."

Before the police can look back, Jaune grabs tightly with one hand onto Newt's jacket, her other hand grabbing onto her brother's coat who had bent down to collect a nearby spoon, "Accio Silverware," he mutters as a rush of cutlery fly into his hands before the four of them disappeared.

Jaune feels her stomach twist as she falls to her knees, the man beside Newt leaning against a nearby tree in an attempt not the wretch all over the ground. Alistair lays sprawled on the ground having fallen from their landing, spoons and forks cascading around his body. The niffler already quick at work to shove what little spoon he could into his pouch.

Before Newt could grab him, Jaune's tiny palms pick the struggling niffler from the ground before holding him in an open palm at the same height as her face. Glaring at the niffler it shrinks into her palm, attempting to jump onto her chest in an escape. Jaune holds the niffler precariously high, her other hand holding it out as if to say, "Give it." The niffler shakes it's head defiantly, clutching onto his belly.

"I'd like my necklace!" The niffler shakes it head once more as Newt watches on in confusion. A moment passes as the niffler continues to defy her request until slowly, a golden galleon falls into her palm at its feet. Jaune rolls her eyes with a shake of her head and an impatient huff.

"My necklace." She insists, the niffler greedily takes back the galleon before revealing her brother's pocket watch.

"Hey!" Alistair shouts, snatching the pocket watch from his sister's hand. The niffler tries to greedily grab it back before Jaune places it sternly back into the open palm of her hand by the back of its scruff. The niffler sits with dejection, glancing hopefully at Newt who gives him a look. Slowly its paws reach deep into its pouch to reveal her necklace, only just. Immediately her face is filled with elation, as it places the necklace dejectedly against her hand.

Jaune's delicate fingers take the necklace from the nifflers paws, watching as it desperately tries to keep hold of it until it has no more contact. It huffs angrily before attempting to scurry away. Newt is quick to catch it, grabbing it close to his chest before opening his case. Jaune is too busy inspecting the necklace to notice Newt had put the niffler back inside the case. Alistair's pockets jingle with silverware as he observes Newt close his case after giving cross words towards the niffler.

"Apologies for my niffler—" Newt began, taking a stand to look at Jaune but she was already standing in front of him. Looking down at him as he rose above her with an amused smile. Silently she reaches into her pocket and pulls out another galleon and a sickle. Newt frowns deeply at her as he takes his hand softly to place them into his, closing his knuckles over them, "Its a niffler. What else would you expect, please share that with him. As thanks for handing back my necklace."

Newt takes in a deep breath, staring down at her shimmering silver eyes. Memories flutter behind his eyes at that same face smiling up at him, only she had never shoved money into his hands for his niffler. The man who had accompanied Newt finally stands up straight, approaching the duet with a slightly pale face.

"Names Jacob Kawasaki." He introduced himself, holding out a stern hand as Alistair approached from behind.

"Jaune and Alistair Ambrosia." Her brother introduced as each shook Jacob's hand though any more chatting was interrupted by the loud rumble over the park they found themselves in. Newt had already removed himself from introductions, case by his side and looking out across the lake at Central Park.

"Newt," Jaune calls after him, her brother close by her side as her hand grazes past his to grab his attention. Newts flushed face looks into hers, breaking from his thoughts before registering there were others standing behind him. He hums accepting her attention and encouraging her to speak, "Before the police arrived, you mentioned 'One down, two to go'. What's happened Newt?"

Newton Scamander stared down at Jaune Ambrosia and for the shortest of moments considered telling her to leave, to run back to her life she made for herself in America. Instead he sighed into the cold air and glanced around his company, "Unfortunately, we need some help."

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