He blinked.

Newt couldn't truly understand what he was exactly looking at. His mind reeled as he gaped in disbelief. 'It couldn't be—How the blazes did this—Can no one sense that there was a dragon in their midst?'

It was nearly impossible to picture the creature as it was perched on the kitchen chair, consuming a large piece of raw meat. It averted its eyes at the man with the suitcase, silver eyes narrowed, cautiously.

The dragon was silver with soft baby blue spikes lining from its head to its tail. Soft-like fur cuffed its ankles and the ending of its tail. From its throat and underbelly was sky blue. The dragon was the size of a grown child, and it had large bat-like wings that were folded carefully on its back.

"That's quite an interesting take you have there, Mr. Scamander," Queenie, one of the Goldstein's sister commented. She allowed him to enter the apartment before closing the door behind him. Newt stared at her, his eyes searching for answers. "You see something that only you can perceive."

Newt opened and closed his mouth. Was he going mad? What did she see that he couldn't? "Mind filling me on this?"

"I can understand your confusion, however what I can read from you is that you see a younger version of a dragon, is that right?"

Newt personally didn't like it when she tapped into his head without his permission. But like she said last year when they first met, she couldn't help herself, it was easy to read people when they were hurting. But right now, he was beyond confused.

"You could say something like that,"

She gave him a half-smile. Queenie glanced back at what her eyes told her. "For Tina and I, we both see a young boy, no less than ten years old, with silver hair and matching eyes. He has extremely pale skin, and rather razor sharp teeth. He also has a tail, long slender, and with greenish fur at the ends. Perhaps this is some sort of magic we both are experiencing differently?"

"You could put it that way,"

So, she could see the similarities that he could be seeing. This was the strangest thing he has come across, and having two witnesses seeing different point of views.

Very strange.

Newt set his suitcase to the floor quietly. He took a silent step toward the dragon. It remained still for a few seconds, unsure of this man's intention. Upon instinct, it pounced to the floor, growling low with raw blood dripping from its teeth. Newt wasn't frightened in the least, as he has dealt with these kinds before. It was the time of the war when he was working with Ukrainian Iron Bellies at the front. He paused and bowed his head to the waist, waiting for it to trust him and see that he was not harmful. The young dragon nodded carefully, and Newt straightened up. He slowly stepped forward with his hand outstretched. The reptilian traversed the kitchen floor, its furry tail whipping slightly in curiosity. Newt felt its scaly snout against his hand, he smiled, glancing up at its large silver eyes. He heard Queenie stifling a laugh in the background.

To her, all she witnessed was a child nuzzling its head against a grown man's hand. She thought it was rather cute in her opinion.

"There now, it's alright." Newt whispered in a soft, sweet tone. He carefully smoothed down its neck, gazing softly in the dragon's eyes. "You must have a name, no?"

"We tried asking his name, but all we received were groaning and an adorable roaring from him." Queenie took a seat on the couch and smiled at the scene in front of her. "We also gave him some paper and pen to write it."

Newt locked eyes with her very briefly. She waved her wand for a drawer that was adjacent to him, and a piece of paper slipped from it. It flew elegantly in his hands. The handwriting of the creature consisted mainly of undeciphered scribbles.

"I don't think he can interpret human language, much less than speak it." She continued.

"I'm sure he can understand some if he put his mind to it. How did you attain him?" he waited slightly for her to give the answer, but she was hesitant. Newt scratched behind the creature's ears, while looking back at Queenie. Her lovely orbs were questioning him.

"We thought that he belonged to you. After you left last year, we found him in the streets covered in filth and bruises. Not long after that we tended his wounds and cleaned him up. We also tried feeding him, but it only occurred to us that he preferred raw meat. Something that children don't eat usually." She explained with a concerned frown.

The dragon boy bucked its head for more affection, which Newt complied with a genuine smile. He knew that if the little one was ever part of his collection, he would have known better than to take care of it. For now, he knew that it needed love and assurance.

"I'm sure we can figure something out." He mused.

A thought occurred to him that perhaps the dragon would prefer taking a sneak peek inside his case. Maybe it'll please the little creature. So, Newt withdrew himself, and set his case before opening it. As he was ankles deep, he glanced back at the reptilian, and froze. The silver dragon was at a standstill, its wide eyes staring intensely at him. Whatever the reason was, Newt couldn't pursue him to come down even if he proved that it was harmless. In return, there was a sudden change in the atmosphere, and it growled dangerously. It sent its tail thrashing at Newt, mainly at the case. Newt quickly hopped out, shut it, grabbed it, and flew to the side.

The tail recoiled, but the creature was still uneasy. He cocked his head to the side, still eyeing the case with suspicion. Why was this man so keen on him on entering that box? That box… that terrible—terrible box sent nightmares to the silver one, shuddering violently. It shouldn't have acted so recklessly. So, stupid, oh so stupid. But that man—he mustn't have meant any harm. The touched that they shared, that connection—it was full of warmth and caring.

"Are you alright?" the sound of Queenie's voice rang out to a slightly shaken Newt. He leant against the wall for support, clutching his suitcase to his chest.

"Quite alright," he caught his breath and examined the floor. There was a slight dent in it. The landlady would surely be in for a surprise that a man and a hybrid child was in the apartment. All three of them suddenly heard footsteps heading their way. The door burst opened. To both to Newt and Queenie's surprise, it was actually Tina with her cheeks puffed red. Her eyes fell on Newt and they softened at his gaze.

"Newt," she stammered. He gave her a little wave, as she slowly shifted her eyes at the young boy snarling slightly at Newt's direction, his tail agitated. After a few seconds of consideration, the boy fled the scene, his tail took what was left of the meat and disappeared around the corner.

"What about Mrs. Esposito?" Newt asked, standing up and brushing off himself and his case.

Tina fixed the floor with a simple repair spell. "I obliviated her, so she won't be snooping around here anytime soon."

"Right."

"That boy can be quite difficult to handle." Tina sighed, as she propped her elbows on the table with her fingers rubbing gingerly at her temple.

Tina can only see him as he was, a boy with dragon-like features. But Newt saw an entirely different aspect on it. Newt pondered deeply.

"Would you like some tea?" Queenie offered. She already had the kettle full of water, as she was setting up a tray full of teacups, sugar, and cream.

"I would love a cup." He smiled and settled in a chair, Tina joined in as well.