AN: What's this? Another chapter? I think so. Also, I bought the original screenplay of the first movie, so yeah!

Chapter 2: Problem: Suitcase Mix-up.

Next thing I know, we're standing outside MACUSA HQ. Tina still had a tight grip on us both as she led us to the doors with purpose, knowing the moment she let go of me that I was going to run off and hide, and I was exceedingly good at hiding. "Come on," said Tina, leading us across the road and to the doors.

"Sorry, but I do have things to do, actually," Mr. Scamander muttered as he curled his arm that Tina held, making it look like they were walking arm-and-arm together, while Tina tightly held my hand.

"Well," Tina scoffed, "you'll have to rearrange them." Tina waved at passing cars. "What are you doin' in New York anyway?"

"I came to buy a birthday present."

"Couldn't you have done that in London?" I asked from the other side of Tina.

Newt shook his head in the negative. "No, there's only one breeder of Appaloosa Puffskeins in the world, and he lives in New York. So, no."

Ah, I knew who he was talking about. It was Mr. Butch Adkins, and his son Trace. Sadly, Mr. Butch was arrested a year ago for illegal breeding in New York, yet Trace managed to smuggle a few breeding pairs of Appaloosa Puffskeins to their home state of Louisiana.

Tina let go of us both, pinning me with a quick glare, as she went up to the lone doorman. "I got a Section 3-A." The doorman nodded and held the door for all three of us. "Hey. By the way, we don't allow the breeding of magical creatures in New York. We closed that guy down a year ago." Tina informed the man, gesturing us through the door. I hurried on passed, and watched as Newt came in right behind me, while Tina took up the rear.

"There's a loophole, though," I added, making Newt look at me before looking back up. "The law states there is no breeding of magical creatures of any kind in New York; however, it says nothing about the other states. The breeder you're talking about had a son, Trace, that managed to get a few of the breeding pairs out of the state and back to Louisiana. I have his information still."

"Elisabeta!" Tina cried shrilly, looking appalled at the fact I knowingly and willingly bent the laws we swore to live by.

I rolled my eyes at her and spun on my heel after looping my arm with Newt's. "Ignore Teeny. She tends to take things too seriously." Newt didn't seem to be listening as he looked around, completely in awe apparently as we walked by a House Elf polishing wands, and headed towards the lifts.

The doors opened, showing a male Goblin dressed as an elevator attendant by the name of Red. "Hey, Goldstein. Hey, Beaumont," greeted Red, sounding like someone who used to smoke a lot and ended up with a raspy voice.

"Hey, Red." Tina greeted back, annoyed with the Goblin. Red had a habit of getting under the skin of Tina, and took pleasure in it, though he did know when to stop.

"How's it hanging, Red?" I asked as Tina shoved us into the lift with the Goblin.

"Oh, you know, the usual," he shrugged, casting the lone wizard a side glance. "So who's this dandy? Finally snagged ya'self a beau, Beaumont?"

I laughed as Newt's ears turned red, while Tina cleared her throat to remind us she was still there. "Major Investigation Department."

Red looked confused, knowing the truth as he looked up at the brunette. "I thought you was—"

"Major Investigation Department. I got a Section 3-A," she bit out, just as Newt looked down, now clutching the case's handle tightly with both hands. Not wanting to deal with her temper, Red used his stick to hit the correct button.

"To answer your question, Red, this fella just so happens to fall in my department, and seems to have misplaced a few papers," I answered the Goblin, as the awkward silence was getting to me.

"Yous mean the Magical Creatures Registration? What did he bring?" Red questioned, as he was one of the few that was actually interested in my job, mainly because his kind also fell under the Registration, which also provided protection to any magical creatures that were found in abusive conditions.

"A Niffler," the topic of our conversation muttered, shifting slightly as he kept his eyes downcast.

"Niffler?"

"Oh yeah! This little guy apparently loves shiny things and shoves them in a pouch on his underbelly for safekeeping I assume. Though, is there a limit to how much his pouch can hold?" I informed Red, before directing my question to Mr. Scamander.

That seemed to make the cinnamon haired male perk up a bit, his green eyes bright as he looked me in the eyes for a quick second before gazing down at my nose. "I haven't noticed a limit, however the more he holds in his pouch, the slower he becomes. It was why it was so easy to catch him earlier."

"Fascinating!" I chimed, holding my hands close to my chest. "Think I can give the little beastie a look over?" Newt raised an eyebrow, looking confused by what I meant.

"Lisa checks to make sure any magical creature that enters the US has a clean bill of health, and to also make sure they're not a risk to the country's ecosystem," Tina helpfully added.

"Obviously, Teeny. We don't need different species coming in and making our native creatures ill or taking over their habitats. It's bad enough that us humans already do that," I pointed out. It was because of this way of thinking that my co-workers thought my job was utterly pointless, as they would much rather kill and take things by force instead of trying to co-exist peacefully.

"Yous have my support, Beaumont," said Red just as the lift came to a halt at the MID.

"Thanks, Red!" I called out, tipping him a few Sickles as Tina marched us out of the lift, wanting to get everything done and over with. The Goblin snickered, hitting a button, and left us.

Tina led us through the maze of shelves, heading towards the center where a group of people were talking. One person was Tina's former boss, Mr. Graves, while the other was Madam President.

"I made your position here quite clear, Ms. Goldstein." I rolled my green eyes at the way she talked down to my cousin, who was now slowly curling in on herself in shame.

"You got this, Tina!" I whispered, making her smile slightly and square her shoulders.

"Yes, Madam President. But I—"

"You're no longer an Auror," Madam President cut in, looking at Tina as if she was stupid.

Being as close as I was, I heard my cousin swallow thickly, her shoulders drooping and eyes becoming misty. "No, Madam President, but—" she softly tried again, only to be cut off once more.

"Goldstein." Madam President sounded fed up with my cousin.

"There's been a minor—"

"This office is currently concerned with very major incidents. Get out."

"Wow, so rude," I muttered behind Tina.

"Yes, ma'am." Tina dragged us both out, her head bowed lowly. I stuck my tongue out at Madam President's back, only to be caught by Mr. Graves who looked amused at my actions. Eyes wide, I spun on my heel and ran after my companions, slipping between the closing lift doors before they closed.

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My brunette cousin led us to her work space in the lowest part of MACUSA, tucked in the far back corner with papers piled high, as two origami mice tore each other apart. Tina sighed softly as she went to her desk, pacing her coat over the back of her chair while picking up some documents. I moved over to a desk a little ways away, but still close enough, and picked up a few documents and a quill.

"Mr. Scamander," I called out, making the man turn and nearly hitting his head on the low hanging 'Wand Permit' sign over by Tina's work area.

"Um, yes?"

I held out the papers and quill towards him, making sure there was a cleared off space on my desk for him to write on. "The registration forms for your Niffler, Mr. Scamander," I clarified as he sat his suitcase down and looked over the sheets.

"Oh, right, sorry." He furrowed his brows, looking carefully over the forms before setting them down and begun filling them out. Tina waited patiently for him to finish as she started to tidy up the mess that Queenie had left from the previous day. "Sorry, but if you don't mind, who was the one that came up with this registration form?" Newt inquired, looking up briefly at Tina and I.

"Lisa did," my cousin answered simply, not looking up from her cleaning, while my cheeks began to get hot. "Honestly, she basically runs the MCR by herself, and has helped greatly with preventing No-Majs running into creatures and preserving a balance of sorts."

"It's nothing, really. I just love animals is all…" I mumbled, brushing my blond hair behind my ears.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Newt flashing me a lopsided smile as he finished the form, his eyes moving down to stare at my ear instead of my eyes.

"So you got your wand permit?" inquired Tina, holding her own forms that needed to be filled out. "All foreigners have to have them in New York."

"Again, loophole," I pointed out, making Tina sigh heavily. "I'm just saying, Teeny. Once you're Madam President, you can fix those," I said, making her perk up. "Then again, you'd rather run the MID instead," I teased, watching her face take on a lovely shade of pink.

"I made a postal application weeks ago." I furrowed my brows, not fully believing him, mainly because Queenie never mentioned a postal application being a thing for wand permits.

Tina didn't seem to believe him, either, as she began filling out the papers. "Scamander…" she murmured lowly, writing it down. "And you were just in Equatorial Guinea?"

I listened in as I filed away the paperwork, waiting for Tina to finish before asking to see the Niffler, which I noticed Mr. Scamander never named from looking over the documents. "And I've just completed a year in the fields. I'm writing a book about magical creatures," Newt clarified, his gaze focused on her desk.

Tina quirked an eyebrow, casting a me a look over his shoulder as she finally removed her hat. "Like an extermination guide?" she asked, sounding a bit worried as she knew how I am against the mindless killing of creatures.

"No," Mr. Scamander sighed exasperatedly, "a guide to help people understand why we should be protecting these creatures instead of killing them."

I smiled at him, looping my arm around one of his, making him look down at me in surprise. "My thoughts exactly, Mr. Scamander!" I noticed how his ears turned red as he looked away.

"Goldstein?"

Tina freaked out, hearing Mr. Abernathy making his way to our area. She dropped to the ground quickly and tried to hide behind the desk, while I let go of Newt and perched on the corner of the desk.

"Where is she?" The short man demanded, finally making an appearance in our little bubble. "Where is she? Goldstein?" he demanded once more, glowering at me as I shrugged. "Goldstein?" he ignored me and looked over the desk to see Tina on her hands and knees. "Did you just butt in on the investigative team again?" he inquired, glaring at her. "Where have you been?" Abernathy demanded.

"What?" Tina asked, trying to sound innocent.

Abernathy decided that now was the best time to acknowledge the foreign wizard who just stood there awkwardly. "Where'd she pick you up?"

"Me?" Newt asked, looking confused at what is happening, while I roll my eyes at my cousin's adviser.

"Have you been tracking them Second Salemers again?" he accused.

"Excuse me!" I cut in, before he could make any more jabs at my cousin. "In case no one has noticed, they're a real big problem!" I pointed out, jabbing Abernathy in the chest. "It seems everyone is too busy with their thumbs up their ass to see that Mary Lou Barebone and her cult are a serious risk to us, or are you wanting to see us hanged, drowned, burned and stoned to death?" I snarled. "It's bad enough where the No-Majs lynch people of color, we don't need to add ourselves to that list!" Stunned, Abernathy stepped back from me, his eyes wide as I breathed heavily through my nose. Tina softly placed a hand on my shoulder, calming me down a bit.

"Of course not, sir," Tina replied, using her thumb to rub circles in my shoulder.

Right then, Mr. Graves rounded the corner. "Afternoon, Mr. Graves, sir." Abernathy went into full ass-kisser mode right then and there.

"Afternoon, uh, Abernathy."

Tina got out from behind her desk, hands clasped in front of her as she addressed her former boss. "Mr. Graves, sir, this is Mr. Scamander," she gestured to the foreign wizard. "He has a crazy creature in that case, and it got our and caused mayhem in a bank," she informed, standing in front of Mr. Graves now.

"Let's see the little guy," Mr. Graves grinned, seeming to want to humor my cousin as they both look at Newt. Said Brit stood there awkwardly, stammering as Tina snatched up his case.

"I'll do it!" I strode forward, being gentle with the case as I took it from Tina. Abernathy looked ready to protest, so I casted him a dark glare which shut him up instantly. "It's my job to check over any newly registered creatures, which Mr. Scamander just filled out." I glowered, eyes narrowed as I waited for both men to question me more. Neither of them spoke up, so I walked over to my desk and sat the case down, feeling annoyed as nearly everyone crowded around me. Taking a deep breath, I popped open the suitcase, only to be greeted by a collection of pastries. Newt walked over and peered into the case, only to freeze and his jaw go tense.

'It's the No-Maj's case!'

"Tina…" Mr. Graves sighed, shaking his head before leaving; Abernathy trailing after.

I looked up, locking eyes with Newt as he looked worried. "You've got to be kidding me!" Tina groan from behind us.

"Bugger all," was all I could say, turning to look back at the offending pastries. "And I was looking forward to checking over the little guy…"