After getting expelled from Hogwarts, Newt had to find a job to pay the bills. He landed a temporary one at Gorhendad's Creature Control. Not the best job in the world but a decent one or so his family had claimed. Newt was glad that at least it wasn't a stuffy office job like his uncle Ceredic had suggested.
Most days he was removing Flobberworms from beneath the kitchen sinks from old ladies or clearing gardens of Gnomes but without a Jarvey. His brother would have his head if he went within 10 yards of one.
But today he was working on more exciting tasks. The employer had bought a new house and wanted it cleared of any creatures before remodelling it. The morning he had spend capturing the pixies and dismantling their booby traps. Over the course of a couple of hours he was convinced that this house, even when cleared of all creatures, was not suitable to live in. There was quite a bit of deferred maintenance, the wood that made up most of the structure had been half eaten by woodworm.
Newt might not be an architect himself but he was quite certain that his employer was wasting his money on trying to salvage this place, the ministry would never approve it. But at least he was getting paid to clear it and might encounter some rare beasts in the process.
He was on the second floor carefully moving towards the balcony at the end of the hallway. The wood creaking beneath his feet, it had made it almost impossible to sneak up to the pixies and avoid the traps. The balcony looked out over the living room downstairs, he suspected a few creatures must have squatted there.
Monsters of Magic: As mentioned before, Muggles are incapable of complex thoughts. Because of this, their range of emotions are fairly limited to the most basic ones. Not unlike a Hippogriff one should never turn their back on a Muggle. They are unpredictable when cornered though they will often prefer flight to fight when given the opportunity.
Muggles do not have the mental capabilities to understand object permanency or causation, this can be utilised to our when encountering them.
Newt could see a man standing in the living room, dressed in quite extraordinary clothing with an almost medieval style of witch hat. The man was pacing up and down in front of a closet, waving his wand around aimlessly. Newt did not recognize him, he was not employed by Gorhendad. Slowly he moved closer to the balcony. A woman appeared in his view in the living room, long dark brown hair shielding her face. She ignored the man completely while going through the cupboards and collecting items from them in a frantic pace and throwing them in the bag that hung over her shoulder. A moment later she disappeared beneath the balcony, going into the kitchen.
The closet behind the man was thrown wide open and he did not go much further than a few feet away from it. Could it be a boggart? Smart muggle to realize it was not actually a wizard. Newt leaned over the railing of the balcony, trying to get a better look. When he heard the creaking of the rotting balcony railing it was already too late.
The wind was knocked out of Newt when he landed on his back, his wand rolling away from him over the floor. The boggart had found a new victim and quickly transformed into a overflowing desk. Like a fish on dry land, Newt gasped for air, reaching for his wand. He could not breath, could not speak or accio his wand. Report after report piled up on the desk, the boggart trying to scare him without much result.
His head felt like it was going to explode. He was almost close enough to grab his wand, just an inch or two further when a shoe stepped onto his left hand, pinning it to the ground. The woman was back, having thrown its bag aside. Its face was hard to read, first surprise then anger fear and finally fury. It picked up Newt's wand, looking at it with a hint of disgust. The boggart was confused, switching appearances in seconds from the strange wizard to the writing desk and back. Sometimes it got confused halfway through a transformation and turned into a desk with piles of tiny wizards on top of it.
''Don't!'' Newt called out with the tiny amount of air he had been able to collect in his lungs. He had a feeling he knew what the Muggle was planning to do. It was as cruel to hamstring a Hippogriff as it was to break the wand of a wizard but dangerous as well. The woman shot him a glare just before the corners of its mouth turned upwards. Helplessly Newt reached with his free right hand to save the wand before the muggle woman snapped the wand in half over its knee.
Sparks flew left and right, scaring the boggart and sending it back into the closet. Some magic left in the wand nearly missed the woman and hit the remaining part of the balcony, making it collapse even further.
The woman seemed to be startled by it, the two halves of the wand fell to the ground. It stepped of Newts hand but did not run away just yet. Instead it grabbed a bar of the balcony and lifted it above its head.
Newt could not remember a time when he was unable to use his magic, without his wand he was only able to cast the most basic of spells. Nothing powerful enough to defend himself against this furious Muggle woman with a makeshift baton. He pulled his knees up to his chest and shielded his head with his arms, hoping to ward of the blow. The first blow landed against his flank, making him curl up even further. He could see it raised the baton again as he braced for the second blow.
''Newt! Where are you!'' His boss bellowed. The woman stopped in its tracks, holding its breath. Newt glanced at it through his arms, hoping that it would flee before Gorhendad would get there. A moment later the spell seemed to be broken, the woman grabbed its bag and ran off towards the back door disappearing into the woods.
Newt's notes: A muggle understands the importance of a wand to a wizard. It appears to recognize emotions but does not display any sense of mercy itself.