Jacob and I were directing Newt through the Diamond District on the way to Central Park. I was surprised by how quiet the streets were, considering modern New York sounded like a rock concert at night. But I will say that this wasn't the first time I was walking around New York City in my pajamas.

"I was watching you at dinner. People like you, don't they, Mr. Kowalski?" Newt asked Jacob. "Well... I'm sure people like you too, huh?" Jacob said. "Not me, no. I annoy people," Newt said. Jacob just said, "Ah," unsure how to respond. "I think that you are a very present person," I complimented. "Thank you," Newt replied, then turned back to Jacob, asking him, "Why did you decide to be a baker?"

"Uh, well, because I'm dying in that canning factory," Jacob began to answer. "Everyone there's dying. It just crushes the life out of you. Either of you like canned food?"

"No," Newt and I answered. "Me neither," Jacob told us. "That's why I want to make pastries, you know. It makes people happy-" he stopped and we turned to the right. "We're going this way."

"So did you get your loan?" Newt asked him. I sighed, already remembering the answer. "No. I ain't got no collateral" Jacob responded. "Stayed in the army too long, apparently... I don't know."

"You fought in the war?" Newt asked. I immediately said, "Thank you for your service," which had and still is been a bit of an impulse of mine whenever I hear someone fought in the army or I see someone in uniform out in public. "Thanks, Miss Goldstein," Jacob said before he turned back to Newt. "Of course I fought in the war, everyone fought in the war. Didn't you fight in the war?"

"I worked mostly with dragons," Newt told him. "Ukrainian Ironbellies. Eastern Front."

Newt and I stopped after he noticed a small, sapphire stud earring on the hood of a car. We both looked downward and saw various articles of diamond jewelry scattered across the sidewalk. He squatted down and followed the trail of diamonds past different shops. He stopped abruptly and walked back in front of a jewelry store, where the Niffler was standing trying to pass itself off as a jewelry stand, with diamond necklaces hanging on its outstretched arms. Newt raised his eyebrows as if saying, "Did you really think I'm that stupid?"

The Niffler then dropped the jewelry and scurried away. I grabbed my wand out of my jacket's pocket and whispered, "Finestra."

The glass shattered without leaving any shards still in the window sill, allowing Newt and I to jump in without the risk of getting cut. We began searching the store for the little creature. I felt little paws scurry over my shoulders. "Hey, that tickles!" I laughed just as the Niffler jumped onto the chandelier. Newt and I followed and gripped onto the chandelier. "Come on, you little... thing!" I awkwardly shouted, unable to think of anything to say.

I started to feel dizzy as the chandelier spun around, but I was snapped out of it when I felt my body hit the floor. I moved out of the way before the chandelier could hit me, but Newt wasn't so lucky. I helped him up and we continued our chase after the Niffler, who was now clambering across cases of jewelry. I noticed a sapphire necklace and picked it up to look at it.

"Oh, this is cute- Focus!"

The rest of the chase seemed like a big blur before I found myself latched onto Newt's back on a jewelry case that was leaning against the window like an impromptu ladder. I tensed up, knowing what would happen next. I heard the window crack and waited for the eventual- and we crashed outside, with me somehow on top of Newt. After a split second, we both leaped to the ground. Newt pulled his wand out and shouted, "ACCIO!"

In slow motion the Niffler floated backwards toward us. Passing a lamppost, it reached for the jewelry that was also floating in the air, spinning around the pole and flying onward, out of the trajectory Newt had him on. I cast a spell toward the window on another jewelry store across the street, turning the glass on the window into a sticky, jelly like substance that trapped the Niffler.

The three of us ran across the street as the creature struggled. "Alright? Happy?" Newt scolded. He then pulled the Niffler out of my little trap, which I had to say I was pretty proud of. "One down... two to go."

I heard sirens in the background and turned around, seeing policemen aim their guns at us. "They went that way, officer," Jacob and I said in a panic, both of us pointing in opposite directions. As if to incriminate me more, I noticed that I was still holding the sapphire necklace. I rummaged my hand in my pockets to make sure there wasn't anything else in them and found some money. "It might not be enough, but at least it'll ease my conscience," I whimpered rapidly as I tossed it into the broken store window across the street. "Hands up!" the officer ordered.

Jacob and I immediately obeyed. The Niffler, which Newt was hiding in his overcoat, peeked up out of curiosity. "What the hell is that?" another officer asked. Jacob turned to something on the left that I couldn't see and gulped in fear. "Lion..."

I turned to the left to see the lion. I whimpered out of fear, which probably wasn't such a good idea as I already looked like an overgrown meerkat. The police turned their guns on the lion.

"You know, New York is considerably more interesting than I'd expected," I heard Newt say so calmly. I scoffed before I pulled my wand out again and we Disapparated.