AN: First, I should probably say how Lisa's nickname is actually pronounced. It's not "LEE-suh" more like "LISS-uh". The Li makes the same sound as in "list" "lips" and "lisp". Second, for her nightwear, just Google "1910 Chiffon nightgown" it should be the first image that appears in the search results. I just changed the color around. Third, the Beaumont Chateau is actually the in-story equivalent to the real-life Le Château de Vigny. Fourth, please review! I love getting emails for each new review! It warms up my insides and makes me wanna write more for you guys!


Chapter 4: Suitcase: The New Rabbit Hole.


After searching the case, we found the address to the No-Maj, and Tina dragged Newt and me along with her to correct the mistake. "I can't believe you didn't Obliviate that man!" she cried, eyes misty as she fought back tears. "If there's an inquiry, I'm finished!" I winced, feeling sorry for my cousin.

"So why would you be finished? I'm the one that's—"

"I'm not supposed to go near the Second Salemers!" Tina cut in, completely horrified as she pulled down her hat to cover her eyes. All of a sudden, a large blue insect-looking creature zoomed over our heads, which makes Newt spin, watching it with a horrified look. "What was that?" inquired Tina, peeking out from under the brim of her hat.

"Er— moth, I think. Big moth."

I simply rolled my eyes at the man. "If that was a moth, then I'm Mary, Queen of Scots," I said sarcastically. Tina also finds his explanation dubious as we round a corner, only to find a crowd gathering in front of a crumbling building. People are shouting, others are hurriedly evacuating the building. A policeman is standing at the center of the crowd, being harassed by disgruntled tenement dwellers. We moved around the outskirts of the crowd, blending in as much as we could as we looked for the No-Maj.

"Hey… Hey— quiet down— I'm trying to get a statement…" the poor policeman tried calming the crowd with no effect.

"I'm telling you it's a gas explosion again, I ain't taking the kids back up there until it's safe." A haggard looking woman told the officer as she wrapped her arms protectively around her children.

I kept getting shoved around by the crowd, nearly getting separated from the only people I knew. Not wanting to get lost in the crowd of madness, I quickly grabbed ahold of Newt's faded peacock blue coat's sleeve, making him look over his shoulder quickly at me, before facing forward and hurriedly moving through the cluster of people.

"Sorry, ma'am— There ain't no smell of gas," placated the harassed officer.

"It warn't gas— hey, Officer, I seen it!— it wuzza— a gigantic— a huge hippopotto—" slurred a drunk man, trying to get the officer's attention. Newt subtly drew out his wand, casting a quick memory altering charm on the crowd. "— gas. It was gas."

"Gas… It was gas!" the crowd parroted. Quite loudly, in fact. With them distracted, I followed the cinnamon-haired Brit as he ran up the metal steps and inside the ruined tenement building.

"Oh geez!" I exclaimed, taking in the mess done to the place, and took out my wand. "Reparo!" I cast the mending charm while following Newt up the stairs. Soon enough, we came across the right living quarters of the No-Maj, seeing it completely destroyed with footprints discoloring the floor, furniture was broken and glass shattered. Even worse: a massive hole in the opposite wall— something huge had to have blasted its way out. "Bloody hell!" I watched as Newt crouched beside the man lying on the floor, eyes closed and moaning. Moving closer, I noticed the bite on the side of the man's neck. Newt also seemed to have noticed, as he begun trying to inspect the mark, only for the man to unconsciously bat him away.

Seemingly not getting anywhere with the No-Maj, Newt left the guy on the floor and quickly cast Reparo, making the room rewind back to its rightful state. "Mr. Scamander, Lisa!" I heard Tina yell from a few floors down, her footsteps heavy on the stairs as she ran up them. Newt sat on the bed as the last few bricks went back into place, my ears perking at the sounds of the latches catching as Tina appeared in the doorway. "It was open?" she asked, eyes wide as the man looked up from his case, his own green eyes wide.

"Just a smidge." He replied, looking as calm as can be.

"That crazy Niffler thing's on the loose again?"

"Er— it might be—"

"Then look for it! Look!"

I dived out of the way as Tina charged in, pulling a few things from my endless pockets as I did so. "Something shiny… something shiny…" I mumbled, brows furrowed, as my fingers hooked around something. "Aha!" I cheered, yanking it out of my pocket. "Oh, so that's where I put it," I mused, catching Tina's attention. "Cousin, dear, remind me to apologize to Queenie later, yeah?" I showed her what I found, making her roll her dark eyes at me.

"Yeah, yeah… just look for that Niffler thing, Lisa!"

I turned, catching Newt eyeing the thing caught inside the amber that dangled from the long silver chain of the necklace. Carefully, I wrapped the chain thrice around my neck before latching it, making the fossil rest at the center of my breastbone. "Neat, huh, Mr. Scamander?" He blinked rapidly before turning away, watching as Tina knelt down next to the No-Maj after dropping his case of pastries off on the floor.

"His neck's bleeding, he's hurt!" She fretted about, always the one to worry. "Wake up, Mr. No-Maj…" she shook the man, trying to rouse him. After all, it'd be bad if he died on us.

With her back turned, Newt tried to make his way to the door, only to freeze when he noticed me glaring at him. He shuffled his feet, hand coming up to fiddle with his coat pocket as he bowed his head. All of a sudden Tina screamed, making me whip around to see something fleshy latch on to her arm. Tina shook her arm, managing to dislodge the thing, only for it to jump at me. Yelping, I somehow caught it before it could bite me, and tossed it towards Newt. The wizard effortlessly caught it by the tail, sat his case down, and forced the thing inside.

"Mercy Lewis, what is that?" asked Tina, scooting away from the case.

"Nothing to worry about. That is a Murtlap."

Tina turned to look at me, completely stunned and eyebrows raised high on her forehead. "Yeah, okay. Even I can admit that freaked me out, now leave me alone," I huffed, not really proud of how I acted when the thing— Murtlap— jumped at me.

"What else have you got in there?" questioned Tina, eyeing Newt's innocent looking case.

"You!" cried the No-Maj suddenly, pointing at Newt and me in recognition.

"Hello," Newt replied back, casting the man an awkward smile.

"'Ow do?" I greeted, rocking back on my heels.

The man tried getting up, so Tina rushed over and tried helping. "Easy, Mister… Uh…"

"Kowalski. Jacob." He stated, sounding groggy.

Newt quickly pulled out his wand, pointing it at the man, and Tina got in his way. "You can't Obliviate him," she whispered harshly, making Newt's brows furrowed in confusion. "We need him as a witness."

"I'm sorry," Newt looked flummoxed as he dropped his wand arm. "You've just yelled at me the length of New York for not doing it in the first place."

"He's hurt! He looks ill." Tina listed off as Jacob groaned, getting on his hands and knees and retching in the corner.

"He'll be fine," Newt argued back, seeming to not notice how pale the pudgy man was. "Murtlap bites aren't serious."

"We sure about that?" I asked, pointed at the ill-looking man. "He's a No-Maj that got bitten by a magical creature, not a witch nor a wizard, so it might be different for him."

Tina didn't look amused as she rested a hand on Jacob's shoulder as he grunted. "Yeah, I admit that is a slightly more severe reaction than I've seen." Now even Mr. Scamander looked a bit worried. "But if it was serious, he'd have…" he trailed off, his ears reddening as Tina glared at him as she got up.

She was in 'No-nonsense mom' mode, as Queenie and I like to call it. "What?"

Newt looked anywhere but at Tina and I. "Well, the first symptom would be flames out of his anus. He doesn't seem to—"

"This is balled up!"

"Flippin' eck, man!" I exclaimed, jaw dropping in surprise as Mr. Kowalski felt the seat of his trousers.

"It'll last 48 hours at the most. I can keep him, if you want me to."

"He's not a pet, Mr. Scamander!" I scolded.

Tina scoffed in disbelief. "Keep him? Keep him?" The pitch of her voice rising with each word, her face going red in her bubbling anger. "We don't keep them." I went over, trying to help the woozy Mr. Kowalski get to his feet. "Mr. Scamander, do you know anything about the wizarding community in America?"

"I do know a few things, actually." I don't think he realized that that was a rhetorical question. "I know that you have rather backwards laws about relations with Non-Magic people. That you're not meant to befriend them. That you can't marry them, which seems mildly absurd to me."

"Who's gonna marry him?"

"Tina!" I shouted, appalled. She muttered a soft 'sorry' in return. "You got to admit, Mr. Scamander has a point, though, about our laws." I left the groaning man on the floor, for now, seeing as it seems I was no help by myself. "I mean, given the fact that Ilvermorny of all places was founded by a No-Maj," I pointed out, tucking my hands away in my pocket as Tina decided then to take my spot on the floor, trying to help up Jacob.

"You're both coming with us," Tina informed Newt and struggled to lift the heavier man.

"I don't see why I need to come with you."

I cocked an eyebrow at him, watching as he averted his gaze to the floor. "Really? Your creature made him sick, so take some responsibility." I stated, going over and helping Tina. Even with both of us, we still struggled, my knees buckling under his dead weight. "Help us, please!"

Newt finally came over, as the No-Maj grumbled; "I'm dreaming, right? Yeah." The wizard grabbed the man's arm, helping us lift him to his feet and gently nudging me out of the way. "I'm tired. I never went to the bank." The man slurred, leaning heavily on Newt now instead of Tina. "This is just some big nightmare, right?"

"For the both of us, Mr. Kowalski." Tina agreed, vexed at the situation. I wrapped my arms around Newt's waist just in time as she Disapparated with all of us.

†††

Soon enough, we reappeared, and given my dislike of sidelong Apparating, I was left dizzy and falling to my shaky knees. "I hate you, Tina…" I grumbled, face buried into the soft fabric.

"Lisa, you can let go of Mr. Scamander now," pointed out Tina as she nudged me with her foot.

"No. He's comfy and warm like hot cocoa, and the world is spinning fast." I promptly snuggled closer to Newt, hiding my face in the small of his back and deeply inhaling his scent. It was very earthy, smelling of freshly tilled soil and either fern or sandalwood… maybe a combination of the two? And an underlying hint of musk that was purely Newt Scamander. If possible, I wanted to bottle up the smell and spritz it on my pillows with how calming it was, giving off a homely feeling that demanded you to simply relax and feel at home.

"For the love of Mercy Lewis!" Tina exclaimed loudly, grabbing my hood and yanking me back. "People are staring at us!" she scolded me the moment I let Newt go.

"You don't say, Tina…" I grumbled, getting up to my feet. Tina merely rolled her eyes and started dragging the men off towards our home. "You know how sidelong Apparation doesn't agree with me, Teen." Once, before I could Apparate myself, I actually passed out when Tina Apparated with me. She had to use smelling salts to rouse me from my fainting spell, and then I proceeded to get sick in a nearby gutter.

"Take a right here." Jacob began grunting again as we turned right, getting closer to our apartment. Tina dragged the men behind a delivery truck, eyeing the front of our apartment with apprehension. "Okay. Before we go in… We're not supposed to have men on the premises."

"And that is why we'll become spinster sisters," I stated casually, not bothering to hide.

Tina slapped a hand over my mouth with a sour look. "Lisa…" she warned, not amused. After all, she did hope to get married and have children eventually, once her life settled.

"In that case, Mr. Kowalski and I can easily seek other accommodations," Newt spoke up, trying to weasel his way away from us as he started leading the No-Maj away.

"No, you don't." Tina held on to the poor sick man's other arm and tugged them across the street. "Lisa, take point," she ordered, looking back at me. I happily skipped to the front of the line, glad to be home as I unlocked the main door and started up the stairs. The others followed behind, with Tina at the rear of our line.

"That you, Tina?" called Mrs. Esposito, our landlady.

We all froze, my cousin holding her breath and slowly exhaling. "Yes, Mrs. Esposito."

"Are you alone?" asked the elderly Italian woman.

"'Ow do, Mrs. Esposito?" I called down as Tina's eyes darted about.

"Lisa?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Rough day, then?"

"She has no idea," Tina muttered, glaring at the cinnamon-haired man.

"A bit, Mrs. Esposito. Tina and I are getting ready to have some dinner!" I replied, ignoring my cousin.

"Oh, don't let me keep you girls then!"

With that, Mrs. Esposito closed and locked her door.

Taking that as a sign, I opened our apartment door and quickly shoved both men inside. I followed after, shedding my coat and throwing it in the out of place blue police box that sat inside our bedroom. Tina closed the door and locked it and then darted over and grabbing her slips that were drying by the fire. Tina threw my camisoles and bloomers at me, smacking me in the face while leaving Queenie's to dry. I casually threw my clothes into my box.

"Teenie, Lisa, you brought men home." Piped up Queenie from behind me, wearing nothing by her silky pink slip and a blue robe over it.

"Gentlemen, this is my sister and Lisa's cousin." Tina deadpanned, used to the strawberry blonde woman's behavior. "Wanna put something on, Queenie?"

"Oh, sure." I snickered at Queenie's seemingly innocent answer as if she just noticed her lack of dress. Jacob watched, transfixed as Queenie used her magic to slip her dress she was mending on, while Newt went to the window and peeked out behind the curtains to the street below. "So, who are they?" inquired Queenie as Tina took my spot, half hiding behind the divider as she removed her boots.

"That's Mr. Scamander. He's committed a serious infraction of the National Statute of Secrecy."

"He's a criminal?"

"Uh-huh."

I snuck into my box, bypassing the main area and going to one of the branching hallways and entering a room. Laying all curled up on an overstuffed pillow was a rather small lion cub which I found earlier when I had managed to sneak away from Tina when she was doing one of her rants across New York. "Hey there, little guy~" I crooned, scratching the darling behind the ear. The cub grunted, his ear twitching as he slowly started waking up. I sat down, legs crossed, and gave him a quick checkup before going to feed him some raw meat, seeing as he had to be around the age where he should be eating meat. After he finished, I took some time to play with him and wear him out once more, charming a few yarn balls to fly and bounce around. Soon enough, he was yawning and curling back up on the pillow, his tail tucked in around him as he dozed off. "Sleep tight, Karen," I whispered, quickly ducking out the room and down the multiple halls.

Just as I got to the main area did someone knock on my police box's door. "Lisa, come on out and help with supper!" It was Tina.

I slinked out, quickly closing the door behind me. I did not feel like explaining why my box looked like the 11th Doctor's first TARDIS interior when he was traveling with the Ponds with all the glass and the weird looking console. Honestly, that took me forever to actually finish, as I had to keep adding the expansion charm while building everything by hand, and I still feel like it's incomplete.

"Oh… You need to sit down, honey." Was the first thing I heard as Queenie rushed forward, while Jacob fell back on the sofa. "He hasn't eaten anything all day. And… Oh, that's rough. He didn't get the money he wanted for his bakery. You bake, honey?" There goes Queenie, using her Legilimency on people.

"Uh…"

"I love to cook."

"You're a Legilimens?" questioned Newt, actually looking interested compared to earlier, which made me cock an eyebrow.

"Mmm. Yeah. But I always have trouble with your kind. Brits. It's the accent." Queenie stated, playing with her wand. "Lisa's different, though. She's a natural with Occlumency." Both of Newt's eyebrows rose as he stared at me, making me flush a slight pink.

"You know how to read minds?" questioned Jacob, his face paling even more so than it originally was.

"Oh. Don't worry, honey. Most guys think what you was thinking first time they see me." Cue the shameless flirt known as Queenie. "Now, you need food."

I turned away from them both and pulled out my wand, waving it about as a kettle, teapot, saucers, and teacups zoomed from my box and began brewing a nice black tea, while a glass bowl was filled with strawberries, black raspberries, broken meringue and whipped double cream. "Looks good, Lisa," commented Tina happily as she set the table, quickly snatching a strawberry from my Eton mess.

"Hot dog? Again?" asked Queenie, not amused as she stared at her sister. "You're going to give Lisa bad eating habits."

"Don't read my mind."

"Not a very wholesome lunch."

"Hello! I'm also an adult. Don't baby me, Queenie," I stated, bumping my hip against hers. Tina smiled at us both and bumped her hip against mine, nodding towards the strawberry blonde. "Oh, yeah. Queenie?"

"Uh-huh," she responded, showing she was listening as she focused on cooking dinner.

"I'm sorry for accusing you of losing my necklace. Apparently, I forgot I shoved it in my pocket."

Queenie paused for a second as she tilted her head slightly, smiling softly at me. "I understand, honey. Uncle Tomas gave that to you before he passed, and it's a precious family heirloom that no one can put a price on." I felt my eyes sting from the tears building up, so I rubbed at my eyes with my sleeve.

"It's not old enough to be counted as a family heirloom yet," I corrected, absentmindedly rubbing the fossilized amber between my thumb and index finger. It was true, after all, the fossil wasn't discovered until six years before I was born, just shortly before my dad decided to propose to my mom. However, since its discovery, the fossilized creature has been dubbed as none other than the Beaumont Dragon, given the fact it was found at the Beaumont family château just 30 miles from Paris.

The dragon was royal purple with shades of peacock blue and green armor-like scales going from the tip of its tiny horned snout all the way to its spiked tail, its clawed feet were tucked in close to its body while its front arms were fused to the wings, similar to a bat, with a wicked sharp talon for a thumb as the wings were frozen forever curled tightly to its sides.

"Hey, Mr. Scamander," Queenie called out suddenly, making me turn around with the bowl of Eton mess that I was keeping away from Tina, to see the British wizard looking ready to make a break for it. I deflated quicker than a soufflé, seeing that he was ready to run for it instead of having a nice meal with us. "You prefer pie or strudel?"

"I really don't have a preference."

"What about Eton mess? It'll be like having a slice of home, huh?" Queenie continued, not one to be dissuaded easily. "Lisa makes great European meals."

I flushed, frowning as I placed the glass bowl down. 'If he doesn't wanna stay, then we shouldn't force him,' I huffed to myself. My heart felt heavy in my chest, regardless that it should not matter in the long run what he does.

'Oh, honey…' I felt Queenie project out to me, sounding sympathetic, making me realize that my Occlumency slipped a bit, making me more frustrated.

"Here," Tina swooped in and handed me a black, white and gold teacup, with dragons being the main design laid in gold on the black. If I remember right, this was my grandmother's favorite tea set, made by Royal Stafford in England. Tina placed her hands on my shoulders and led me to a spot at the table, forcing me to sit down with my cup of tea. Not wanting to argue, I simply took a sip, happy that she remembered how I liked my English black breakfast tea.

"You prefer strudel, huh, honey?" cheered Queenie as Jacob took the spot two spaces to my right. He nodded happily, tucking a napkin into his shirt collar. "Strudel it is." I watched as she worked her magic, making a beautiful apple raisin strudel with powdered sugar.

"Well, sit down, Mr. Scamander," spoke Tina, leaning against the back of the chair right next to me on my right, flicking her wand to light the candles. The wizard just stood awkwardly by the door still, his hands wrapped around the handle of his case. "We're not gonna poison you."

Mr. Kowalski merely glared at Newt and nodded his head to the empty seat across from Tina and me. He finally gave in and sat down, followed by Tina and Queenie. I flicked my wand, sending the teapot over along with the cup and saucer and the small jar of sugar cubes. "Oh," he sounded surprised as the cup and saucer landed softly in front of him, the teapot tipping over and filling the china cup with the right amount of tea before floating over to the counter. "Thank you." I looked off to the side, chewing on the inside of my cheek. Tina nudged me with her elbow, making me look up at her, and she cocked an eyebrow at me. Sighing, I peeked at Mr. Scamander through my lashes, watching as he added three sugar cubes to his tea and then stirring it.

Soon enough, we were passing around dishes so everyone could fill their plate and dug in. "Queenie, you've outdone yourself again, I swear," I complimented my cousin, eyes closed in bliss, groaning softly as the meat from the roast melted in my mouth. She really is a great cook, and I am sure she will make someone very happy someday.

"You're sweet, Lisa," Queenie blushed prettily, enjoying the praise of her cooking.

Soon, though, Queenie turned her attention to Jacob and started a one-sided conversation with him, making the meal awkward as we all finished the main meal and moved on to dessert. Tina had a large sweet tooth, so she got a bit of the strudel and my Eton mess, while I just enjoyed the Eton mess. No matter what Queenie did, I couldn't stand anything with raisins in it. I jolted a bit in my seat, feeling both Queenie and Tina elbow me at the same time. Casting them both a quick look, I settled for looking at my blonde cousin. She smiled, subtly tilting her head in Newt's direction, which drew my eyes to him.

A pleasant tingle went up my spine seeing him eating the Eton mess.

†††

"The job ain't that glamorous. I mean, I spend most days making coffee. Unjinxing the john," Queenie began, explaining what she did at MACUSA to Jacob. She smiled happily, turning to stare at both Tina and me. "Tina and Lisa are the career girls."

As expected, Tina smiled a bit at the praise, happy to know her efforts were acknowledged by us. Myself, on the other hand, not so much. As much as I liked doing what I do, I hated being alone in the very department I forced to be created. My job could easily be taught to numerous of other witches and wizards, which would free up my time to do something I actually loved; learning about all these new and beautifully fantastic beasts and take care of them and put my veterinarian knowledge of exotic animals from Before to actual use. Not to stay idle and trapped in New York.

I looked up, face smoothing out from the slight grimace, to see Newt looking at us before looking down. 'Was… Was he looking at me? Or Tina?'

"Nah, we're orphans. Ma and Pa died of Dragon Pox when we were kids." Unlike Tina, Queenie could casually talk about their parents because she didn't really know them all that well. "Auntie also died from an illness, and Uncle followed a year after of a broken heart…"

Tina's lips pressed into a thin line, while I tried focusing on something to drown out Queenie. At first, I simply stared at Newt's hands, noticing the scars and teeth marks that peppered his skin like his freckles. Finding it awkward to be studying his hands, my eyes trailed upward, locking onto a flash of green somewhere around his left breast pocket, the lapels of his coat obscuring my vision enough that I couldn't make out whatever it was.

"Oh… You're sweet." I inwardly cringed. "But we got each other."

"Could you stop reading my mind for a second?" Jacob finally got a chance to say, sweat beading along his brow.

"Oh…"

"Don't get me wrong, I love it," he stammered, catching Queenie's eye. They both had a quick laugh, and I notice Newt look away from the awkward display happening before us. "This meal, it's insanely good. And this is what I do, I'm a cook. A-And this is like the greatest meal I have ever had in my life." Once more they started laughing. I watched as Newt's face twitched a bit, looking unsure if he should grin or grimace at the two.

"Oh! You slay me. I ain't never really talked to a No-Maj before."

"Huh. Really?"

Newt's cheeks puffed slightly as he exhaled, making a soft popping noise with his lips while doing so. Tina looked down, playing with her fingers, while I was ready to make a break for it and run in my box to check on Karen.

"I am not flirting," stated Queenie, now frowning as she folded her hands in front of her.

Tina floundered a bit at being called out, casting her sister a sympathetic look. "I'm just saying, don't go getting attached. He's gonna have to be Obliviated." She then faced Jacob. "It's nothing personal," she told him, being completely sincere.

"Oh, hey, you okay, honey?" questioned a worried Queenie. I also frowned, noticing how clammy Mr. Kowalski looked, yet his face was flushed, sweat trickling down from his temple as he began breathing heavily.

"So, Ms. Goldstein, I think Mr. Kowalski could do with an early night," Newt stated, quickly getting up and getting behind his chair and holding on the backrest. "Besides, you, Ms. Beaumont and I will need to be up early tomorrow morning to find my Niffler, so…"

"What's a Niffler?"

Tina had gotten up, standing behind me as she looked at Mr. Scamander. "Don't ask. Hey, you guys can bunk in here." She gestured to the bedroom that my box was in, going in the remove the ironing and putting it away. "You okay with that, Lisa?" she asked, knowing how peculiar I can be about my box.

"Y-Yeah," I floundered about, flushing under Newt's gaze as he raised both eyebrows, his head tilting to the right slightly. I got up quickly and made my way to my box to get away from those inquisitive green-gray eyes that seemed to stare into my very being, and rushed to my closet to change in my sheer pale gold silky chiffon nightgown, which was a lot more modest than what my blonde cousin would no doubt be wearing, yet less conservative than my eldest cousin's pajamas. Once dressed, I went and checked on Karen, pleased that he was doing okay as he played with the enchanted balls of yarn.

Sitting down, I watched him pounce and swat at the yarn balls, looking as happy as can be and he played. "Soon I'll have to take you back home, sweetie," I told him, laughing a bit as he began swatting at the satin ribbon sash that went under my bust. I laughed, even more, when he tried roaring, which was downright adorable. I fed him again, keeping a close eye on him as he all but face planted on his temporary bed.

Getting up, I straightened out my skirt and left the room, heading for the door, just in time to see Tina walking into the bedroom as I opened the door. "Uh, I thought you might like a hot drink." I happily walked over a grabbed the mug that had whipped cream overflowing from it.

"Thanks, Teen." I took a sip, feeling the hot cocoa do its job. Tina grinned, pointing at my face.

"Nice mustache, Lisa."

"Thank you, ma'am. It took me ages to grow it." I joked, leaning against my police box. Tina walked over, handing Jacob one of the other mugs, which he took gratefully. The British wizard, on the other hand, was curled up already, facing towards the wall. My cousin didn't seem to be all that amused as she placed the other mug down a bit harder than what she probably meant to on the nightstand.

"Wow! Psst! Hey. Mr. Scamander, look, cocoa." Jacob tried coaxing the other male into polite conversation.

"Toilet's down the hall to the right. If you need anything, just knock on Lisa's door," Tina informed the two men. "Sweet dreams, Lisa," she said, pecking me on the cheek.

"Sweet dreams to you, too, Teen." I smiled softly at her, before going back into my box and sitting on the captain's chair. I stared at the console, brows furrowed in thought. Maybe, just maybe one of these days I'll figure out how to make the thing teleport similar to an actual TARDIS. I just had to figure out the right spells to use, maybe making it similar to a Portkey, without the things that made a Portkey a Portkey.

I don't know how long I was lost in thought, however, I soon heard a loud thumping noise coming from the bedroom. Frowning, I set my cocoa on the console and went to investigate. I came to an abrupt stop, eyes wide as I stared at Jacob stuck part way inside Newt's case.

"Uhh…" he began, his own eyes wide.

As casual as possible, I walked over and got down on my knees, placing my hands on his shoulders and pushed with all my might. It took a bit of pushing a shoving, however, I did eventually feel him start slipping downward. "Finally!" I cheered, giving his shoulders one last hard push, only for him to quickly get sucked down, which threw me off balance as I fell headfirst into the open case.