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Follow The Trail of Angry People Complaining About Their Stolen Goods, and I Guarantee You, You Will Find A Niffler At The End

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Follow The Trail of Angry People Complaining About Their Stolen Goods, and I Guarantee You, You Will Find a Niffler At The End

"You seem to be a bit... anxious."

As I pointed that out, Newt grabbed the railing a bit tighter, while squinting his eyes as we both stood on the highest deck, overlooking the decks below us. I wasn't very easy to see much as the sun was just beginning to set and the sea wing was blowing harshly into my face. I wrapped my scarf a bit tighter around myself while Newt grabbed onto his, fearing if he didn't do it, it might get blown away. There was a good reason why we were standing here, and not back in his magical suitcase where it was at least warm and cozy.

Cabbage escaped again.

According to Newt, that happened on a regular basis. The day it stops happening is the day where he'll stop being a magizoologist and accorrding to him the chances are as good as never.

Short recap: While I was busy dumping out the content of my bag to proof the so-claimed wizard that it was in fact the year 2018 - he in turn showed me proof that it was 1926 – his Niffler (which I have affectionately dubbed Cabbage) seized the opportunity to run away and loot some more shiny objects. It did take us some time and a bit of bickering back and forth to finally notice that. By then Cabbage has probably already caused some pretty bad mischief (at some point I even joked that maybe Newt is going to pull a poor lass from the French revolution out of his Niffler's nest. Still having a hard time wrapping my head around the time travel thing).

"Just a bit nervous. I heard a Muggle passenger liner sunk in a horrible collision with an ice berg. Many wizards and witches died on that day too." Newt explained as he released his grip from the railing.

I raised an eyebrow. "You mean the Titanic?"

"Might be." He said and then walked down the stairs to the deck below.

Perhaps walking down the stairs wasn't the right word to describe his movement: He tip-toe in a slightly crouched position and wore a very concentrated face expression. It was interesting to watch.

I followed suit, semi-trying to copy his stealthiness, but I could tell by the sound of wood creaking slightly under my feet that I was not stealthy enough. Apparently months of urban exploring has not taught me anything. Around the corner we heard two people approaching – a woman and a man by the sound of it. Seems like they were fighting about something, so Newt and I both wanted to go into the opposite direction until we caught parts and bits of the conversation.

Basically the woman was shrieking about how her beloved ten karat diamond ring has disappeared and the husband was trying to calm her down by promising he'd buy her a new one.

I glanced over at the wizard and with a confirming nod; we casually walked past by the couple to the direction they were coming from.

At least that's what I thought to myself as we looked through the windows. Some party a lá The Great Gatsby style was happening.

Hm, I don't suppose I'll get the chance to bump into F. Scott Fitzgerald at some point?

"There he is!" Newt pointed at some spot but before I could even ask where it exactly was he already bolted for the door and stepped inside.

From my safe spot outside, I watched how he pushed his way through the crowd without too much regard for the people. It's like he only had one thing on his mind: Get Cabbage back safe and sound. I suppose I should go in and help.

Inside I was greeted by the jazz music and the smell of cheap perfume, champagne and food. People were chatting and dancing without a care in the world, and for a split second it felt like I stepped into another time.

Oh wait, I actually did step into another time.

I looked around for a certain English guy in a blue coat and/or a Niffler. I did not find Newt, but I did spot Cabbage sitting on the grand piano while he was busy putting what looked like an emerald necklace into his pouch. I quickly dashed toward him with both of my hands extended, trying to grab the Niffler before someone else notices him – Newt said that Muggles aren't aware Magical creatures exist too – but Cabbage was pretty fast on his own feet and quickly jumped over the piano keys, successfully escaping my evil clutches.

In return I was standing in front of the grand piano – a very beautiful Steinway & Sons. Someone cleared his throat; looking up I met the disapproval stare of a waited holding a tray with champagne glasses. Flashing him an awkward smile, I pointed at the piano and said: "I just wanted to see if my skills are still up to date." And then played the beginning of Chopin's Minute Waltz in slow tempo because there was no way I could play the whole thing in a minute. Thankfully he left, which means he wasn't going to witness how I'd epically mess up the latter part of the piece. Phew.

Slowly I stepped away from the piano – where the heck was Newt -

– oh, okay. Sorta walking on his arms and knees, scrambling through the crowd.

Am I the only one experiencing second-hand embarrassment for him now? Noticing that I was standing at the buffet, I turned my head to my left and right to see if there was anyone watching me, and then I grabbed a plate and filled it up with sandwiches. While I debated whether I should lowkey take the whole bottle of champagne or not, Newt grabbed my arm and gestured to his other arm holding Cabbage, who looked like he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "I got him let's go."

Nodding my head while I stuffed a sandwich into my mouth, I followed him and tried to look like I belonged here. Me and my best friend, we used to dress up semi-fancy and walk into five-star-hotels for free breakfast. As long as you look like you belonged there, no one really questioned us.

Good times good times. As I railed behind the wizard, I noted that he did not take the door we used to get in here, instead he opened a door that lead to a hallway.

"… Where are we going?" I dared to ask.

"There's something I need to get first before we go back." Was his not very helpful reply.

We took the stairs down. It lead us to what looked like the storage area of the ship, and then it slowly crept on me that he might be taking me to somewhere with less people and kill me to make sure I will not expose his secret to the world. I mean, he did not look like a serial killer to me, but then again I didn't know how a serial killer was supposed to look like.

Newt proceeds to shove Cabbage into my arms. It took me by surprise because now I had to balance a Niffler and a plate of sandwich.

"Keep an eye on him for me, will you?" And with that, he took out his wand and whispered Aloho-something and the heavy storage door unlocked and opened by itself. I watched I awe ad tightened my grip around Cabbage when I felt him struggling a bit. Looking down he was stretching out his paws towards the sandwich plate.

"Do you... want a sandwich?" I asked uncertainly as I looked at Cabbage, who in turn blinked and gave me a nod. Pushing the sandwich plate towards him, he eagerly grabbed one and started nibbling on it.

Hm, Cabbage is actually really cute when he wasn't out stealing other people's stuff.

But then he stopped eating and looked at the stairs. Someone was walking down the stairs. Out of sheer panic I ran into the storage room and closed the door as silent as possible behind me.

"Mr. Scamander!" I whispered, looking for said person. "There are people coming down the stairs? And what are you doing?"

Popping out from behind a shelf, he stared at me before grabbing five frozen fishes and then grabbed my arm.

"Time to go then." And once again, the very familiar feeling of being stretched out and them squeezed through a tube surrounded me. When I blinked, we were back in his small private cabin.

"I didn't know wizards could teleport." I commented and checked how the sandwiches and Cabbage were doing. All in one pieces, the Niffler actually fell asleep.

Hm, I don't feel like throwing up this time.

Sensing what I was thinking, Newt explained: "Apparition. Most people vomit the first time."

"That sucks." Was my reply. "What do I do with Cabbage?"

"Oh- er, put him back into his nest. I'll show you where it is." He opened his suitcase and then disappeared into it.

Friendly reminder he had three frozen chicken tied on a rope around his neck and was holding five frozen fishes in his hands.

Despite knowing that the suitcase was bigger on the inside, it was still weird to watch someone disappear into it. Putting the sandwich plate down and making sure I wasn't waking up Cabbage, I carefully stepped one foot into the suitcase until I felt the steps of the ladder. Then I put my other feet down, and using my right arm I grabbed the edge as my other one was securing the Niffler.

Back down in the shack, the wizard dumped the fishes into a bucket and cut up one chicken with a precise and violent swift and then threw it into another bucket. He then grabbed both and opened the door with a light kick. I went after him, but then stopped on track, realizing that I had no idea what was on the other side. Well, I saw it coupled of times, not sure if I'm ready to see it again.

Noticing that I was bit hesitant, Newt assured. "They're all harmless creatures. Mostly just misunderstood. I'm trying to teach my fellow wizards about them by writing a book."

"Huh, really." I asked, "You're making it sound like they're all dangerous."

"They're not."

And for the second time today, I have stepped into another world. Only this one was filled with... magical beings that you would only hear about in stories, books or folktales. Granted, I didn't recognize half of the beasts I saw, but on no way it looked like something you would find in the Sahara or tundra or the jungle. We stopped in front of what looked like a tent and that was also bigger on the inside. It showed the wide landscape of what I would describe as dry. Not a sandy desert, more like a rock desert. Something screeched and I jump slightly out of my skin, and then it started to rain inside the tent. Newt took out his wand and conjured and umbrella out of it.

Neat.

Then I saw it: The majestic creature that descended down from the sky. I counted six wings, feather shimmering like sun and rainbow. It was beautiful, but also very intimidating. I took couple of steps back and accidentally bumped into someone or rather something. Looking around, giant big-ass beetles were rolling rocks around.

And when I say giant big-ass beetles, I meant so big if you'd catch one in Animal Crossing and sold it, you could probably pay off all of your debt with Nook and live happily ever after.

"That's Frank," Newt introduced the creature and gestured me to come closer, which I did, with Cabbage still in my arms. "He's a Thunderbird."

"Okay...?"

"I found him in Egypt, but they are native to Arizona. I'm going to America to bring him back."

"That's very noble of you." Was all I said and then added, "my aunt lives in Phoenix, Arizona."

"Did you know the city actually founded by the wizard community?"

"I... no, I did not know that."

Newt left Frank and expertly maneuvered his way through the creatures that were walking and tumbling around while I was trying my best not to fall down flat on my nose and/or drop Cabbage, who was still asleep, snoring lightly. I watched how the wizard's behavior changed; he was more comfortable here, more home, whereas back outside he seemed a bit withdrawn.

Finally reaching a big tree – one that suspiciously looked exactly like the one in my country house's garden. And there was the nest too, except this one was filled with lots and lots of shiny objects. Newt stuck his hand inside, like he was looking for something and then rummage through the stacks of coins.

"Just- checking if there's a portkey hidden here. Or a time turner." He explained.

"I have absolutely no idea what those things are."

He turned around and carefully grabbed the Niffler from my arms and places it into his nest. Out of reflex Cabbage snuggled up to his stack of coins.

Cute.

"A portkey is an object used to travel from one place to another. Time turners contains the Time-Reversal-Charm."

I let the things he said sink into me. "So... you think I touched something that made me travel... back in time to here?"

"Possibly."

"You seem to be taken this whole situation very well." I pointed out "Girl stuck her arm out of Cabbage's nest, claims she's from 2018. I could be a crazy psychopath."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Are you one?"

"No, I can't even kill a spider."

"Then I believe you." With that he walked down another path that leads to a nest made of bamboo. The creatures inside looked like the love child of a hummingbird and a snake.

Lovely.

"What's going to happen to me now? I am permanently stuck here in 1926?" I could feel panic rising up inside me. The thought of never being able to see my family and friends again did not sit well with me at all. Plus I can't really survive without the Internet nor do I really have the desire to be alive while World War II was happening. And then something even worse hit me: "What if I unintentionally set off a grandfather paradox?"

Realizing I might start crying again, with a slightly concerned look on his face the magizoologist assure, "I- I will try to find a way to send you back to your own time. But for now- I need to bring Frank back. And after that I'll help you I promise. Okay?"

Hearing the determination in his voice, I slowly nodded but added, "Don't make promises you can't keep."

"Don't worry, I keep all my promises. And worrying means you suffer twice."

"… So what you're saying is that is something for future-me to worry about."

"If you put it this way – yes."

I laughed. "Thanks for the help, Mr. Scamander. I really appreciate it."

"Please call me Newt; Mr. Scamander makes me feel old."

"You are probably old."

"I might be." Turning his attention back to the snake-bird Newt pointed out, "I never got your name."

I crouched down beside him to look at the creatures, "It's cause you never asked and I never gave it to you. Also I am not particularly fond of my name. My mom kept the family tradition of giving their children not the most common name. It's a curse really."

"Which would be...?"

I sighed. I suppose sooner or later he has to know my name. "Oswin." He snickered so I hit him lightly. "Says the one who's name is Lizard Lizard!"

"Oswin Ainsworth." He repeated it. It sounded strangely good when he said it. "Your mother- she's the one related to Archer then. I mean your great-grandfather."

"Yeah. Why?"

"Well… Have you ever wondered why your brother has magic in your blood and you do not?" Newt pointed out.

I thought about his question for few seconds and then simply shrugged my shoulders. "Nah, not really… I am not too close to my brother – I mean, we are on good terms, but we don't share everything and stuff. He lives in his own world and I live in my own. If he is a wizard, then that's just another part of him I suppose."

"Did Archer ever tell you anything about the wizarding world?"

"I – no." Wow he had a point there. "He never mentioned his own family, or asked about my brother and his school. It always seemed like his family was a taboo subject and they had a bad falling out. I didn't know they were murdered…"

Newt fed the birds while listening to what I was saying. "Your brother is what we call Muggleborn. They are descendants from a Squib – which is Archer here, in this case. However, it usually takes few more generations for the magic to resurface again."

I didn't what to reply to that statement, so I just took another peek into the nest, I noticed that the egg shells were shining under the light. "Let's hope Cabbage is not going to make his way here and steal the egg shells." I joked.

"I hope not." Newt grimaced at the thought and then spotted something hidden a bit further in the nest. Reaching out a hand, he picked it out. It was another egg. It shook once or twice in his hand, but then stopped. We waited few minutes to see if there was another movement, but nothing happened. "It seems like this one doesn't want to hatch yet." But instead of putting it back, he handed it to me.

Widening my eyes, I put both my hands up and shook my head. "That's too much responsibility, I'm just a Muggle."

"Oh no, no. Just hold it for me until we're back in the shack. Perhaps the egg needs a bit of body heat to hatch. I'll carry it in my coat pocket."

"What if it breaks?"

"It won't." He said with a lot of confidence and proceeded to take care of the other creatures.

Why do I feel like he has hatched eggs in his pocket countless of times before?

Like It Random: Oswin Ainsworth, as you may know by now ;) had the name stuck in my head for quite some time but I wasn't sure whether i should use it, hence why i didn't mention any name until now. Sorta just went 'haters gonna hate'. Good question about the shipping and honestly, I don't know. I usually start writing a story with the intention of shipping OC with canon character but then end up sticking to canon. Thing is I had Luna Scamanger/Lovegood appearing at the beginning of the chapter, which soooort of means Newt did marry Tina at the end? Who knows maybe I'll change few things later on!

Aaaaaand we're slowly entering the movie