"Revelio." Newt whispered. Gradually Director Graves' face melted away, the greying hair cropped short growing into golden blonde curls, brown eyes fading to amber and the stern face gaining a more aristocratic lend to it.
It was Grindelwald.
"Do you think you can hold me?" Grindelwald drawled, regardless of the magic that bound his arms, the smirk only making him more attractive. But behind the charming exterior Newt could see the rage and madness that burned within; despite the handsome face there was nothing beautiful about him.
"We'll do our best, Mr Grindelwald." Madam President retorted, but her statement rang with the echo of an empty promise.
This man, this charismatic, intelligent, and evil man was not going to give up his quest for power. Not now, not ever.
Newt only hoped that when the time came there would be someone strong enough to face him..