I do not own anything from the Harry Potter or Fantastic Beasts series. All of that belongs to J.K. Rowling and the Warner Brothers Studios. I only my OCs. I also have an announcement at the end of this chapter.

We Apparated across the street from the Woolworth Building, behind a more spacious alleyway. Before we crossed the street, Tina asked me to move so that Newt would be in between us. Tina's hand was firmly gripped on Newt's elbow while I was just standing next to him. Tina looked around before she began to practically drag Newt across the street as if he were a dog on a leash. "Come on."

"Er... sorry, but I do have things to do, actually," Newt tried to tell us. "Well," Tina began before scoffing and adding, "You'll have to rearrange them!"

"So, what brings you to New York?" I asked Newt, even though I already knew the answer. "I came to buy a birthday present," he told us. Or his excuse, I thought. "Couldn't you have done that in London?" Tina snarked as we approached the building. "No, there's only one breeder of Appaloosa Puffskeins in the world and he lives in New York, so no," he explained. Tina loosened her grip on Newt and whispered to the guard, "I got a Section 3-A."

When Tina was talking to the guard, I thought, Why did I lie for Tina back in the alleyway? And wasn't Tina supposed to ask Newt was he was doing in New York? Tina turned back to us and her sharp voice broke my train of thought. "Hey! By the way, we don't allow the breeding of magical creatures in New York anymore. We closed that guy down a year ago," she told him. The three of us squeezed through the door. I looked up at the dial labeled "Magical Exposure Threat," which now laid "Severe: Unexplained Activity."

When I saw it, I couldn't help but the same feeling you get when you hear that the Doomsday clock has moved closer to midnight. Tina and I guided Newt through the busy lobby toward the elevator. The doors opened and there was a goblin dressed in a surprisingly decent uniform. "Well, if it ain't the Goldstein girls," the goblin remarked. "Nice to see you again, too, Red," Tina greeted, obviously in a sarcastic tone.

I carefully stepped into the elevator, with Newt being shoved in by Tina. "Major Investigation Department," Tina told Red. "I thought you was-" Red began to say. "Major Investigation Department! I got a Section 3-A," she explained. The goblin shrugged before using his cane to push one of the elevator buttons.

We cautiously entered the office where I heard muffled voices discussing something. I sighed quietly, remembering when I saw Credence earlier.

A tall, slender woman with flawless, light brown skin and an up-do covered by a black head wrap with two platinum blonde curls peaking out on her profile turned around to face us... Seraphina Picquery. "I made your position here quite clear, Miss Goldstein," she said. "Yes, Madam President, but I-," Tina started to say. I could tell she was slightly nervous and intimidated.

"You're no longer an Auror," Madam Picquery interrupted. Tina looked at me, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "No... Madam President, but-"

"Goldstein."

"There's been a minor-"

"This office is currently concerned with very major incidents," Madam Picquery told her. "Get out."

"Yes, ma'am," Tina responded, obviously embarrassed. She pulled Newt and I along back to the elevator. On our way, I caught sight of Percival Graves. If you haven't seen the movie, I will not spoil it for you.

We took the elevator to the basement. I saw a few origami rats scurry up the tubes, thinking, If only it were that easy in real life.

I sat back at my desk next to Tina's, where she sat. I let out a small laugh when I saw Newt duck under the "Wand Permit Office."

"So, you got your wand permit?" Tina asked Newt, "All foreigners have to have them in New York."

"I made a postal application weeks ago," Newt answered. Tina grabbed a clipboard and began writing on it. She turned back to him. "And you were just in Equatorial Guinea?" she inquired. "Yes, I've just completed a year in the fields. I'm writing a book about magical creatures," he responded. "That sounds amazing," I told him, with the same knowing smirk I had on my face earlier. "Like an extermination guide?" Tina asked. My smile faded as I gave her a death glare.

"No. A guide to help people understand why we should be protecting these creatures instead of killing them," Newt told her. "Goldstein! Where is she? Where is she? Goldstein!" I heard a male voice shout. Tina ducked behind her desk, then grabbed me by my shirt and pulling me down with her. "Goldstein!" the voice shouted again. Tina and I slowly stood up. I saw Mr. Abernathy, Tina's (and mine, I guess) supervisor. I had to bite my lip to keep myself from laughing about the drastic height difference between him and Newt. "Did you just butt in on the Investigative Team again? Where have you been?" he asked Tina. Tina hesitated before replying with a quiet and awkward, "What?"

"Where'd she pick you up?" Mr. Abernathy asked Newt. "Me?" Newt hesitated before looking at us. Tina shook her head and Newt stalled. Mr. Abernathy turned back to us. "Have you been tracking them Second Salemers again?" Mr. Abernathy inquired. "Of course not, sir," I replied, trying to sound as honest as possible. Wait, that was another one of Tina's lines, I thought, having a similar internal panic attack I had this morning when I found out I fell into the movie.

Graves entered and Mr. Abernathy greeted him nervously, "Afternoon, Mr. Graves, sir!"

"Afternoon, uh... Abernathy," Graves replied. Tina and I stepped forward. "Mr. Graves, sir, this is Mr. Scamander. He has a crazy creature in that case and it got out and caused mayhem in a bank. Courtney was there, ask her," Tina told him. Graves and Abernathy looked at me and I nodded reluctantly. "Well, let's see the little guy," Graves consented. Tina gave me a demanding look and I grabbed the bulky case out of Newt's hands. I handed it to Tina, who theatrically placed it onto a nearby table. She slowly opened each latch before lifting the lid to reveal... pastries. Newt and I sauntered forward to see if we were seeing correctly. For me, it was confirmed when an origami rat began sniffing at the contents. I heard Graves scoff out Tina's name before he and Abernathy left. Newt, Tina, and I stared at each other, with me immediately remembering how the whole mess got started in the first place.

Okay, here's my big news: I'm launching another story! It will only be available on my Wattpad account because I don't know if it'll be technically fanfiction. It's called Two Lonely Angels and it's a Phantom of the Opera story. My Wattpad name is declove3103 or Miss Halliwell. Hope to see you there!