Hey. Chapter Eleven. A more light hearted chapter, for the previous one was kind of heart breaking. I suppose. I listened to the Umbridge theme for this one because it's funny in my opinion so it suited the chapter. Also the Ministry of Magic theme (when Harry goes for his trial) for the same reason !

This one focus mostly on Theseus and the relationship between Wizarding world and the No-Magic one. Next chapter clue:They will encounter a scary thing. Good read. HW.

Chapter Eleven - The muggle are not lesser

Morning - Newt's house.

The two friends were eating silently their breakfeast. It was a British breakfeast since Newt had promise Jacob to make one someday. He wasn't a very good cook, even with magic, so everytime he delayed it, secretly hoping Jacob would forget about that stuff. But he didn't, unfortunately for him.

- It's quite good actually, Jacob said to him as he ate some fried egg.

- It's dragon's egg, His friend replied abruptly.

Jacob froze with wide eyes. Newt averted his eyes and grinned mischievously at his reaction. Theseus, as almost every morning, arrived directly in Newt's home without any warning or permission.

- Hey, he greeted them as he began to examine what there was to eat, no pastries today ?

- No, Jacob shook his head, traditional English breakfeast. Well, that's what I thought.

Theseus shrugged, a little disappointed, and grabbed a buttered toast. He was about to bite into it when Newt informed him it was he who prepared it. He froze, just like Jacob did before, and put it back in the plate. Newt stared at him with disapproval.

- You know, Mum told me i wasn't so bad, he mumbled.

- And how's Mum's cooking again ?

- Inedible, Newt admitted bluntly, but it's not the point.

- You did good, Pal, Jacob stated to Theseus, there are weird stuff in that.

- Jacob thinks those are dragon's egg, Newt explained when he noticed Theseus frowning.

- For real ? Asked his brother.

Newt nodded and added he didn't know where did he get that idea.

- It's you who - Jacob frowned, trying to defend himself. Then he understood there were both making fun of him, wait, I know what your guys are doing here and it's totally unfair ! He complained but smiled anyway, by the way, Theseus, today might be the day man.

He knew how to take his revenge on Theseus at least, Newt's turn shall come later. Theseus tilted his head, unable to grasp what he meant.

- The bet, he smirked.

- What ? Today, really ? I have to work Jacob ! He shouted as Jacob slowly nodded with closed eyes, obviously enjoying himself.

- What ? You're scared to fail ?

- Of course not, Theseus rolled his eyes, okay, i'll do it. No magic. Let's go Newt.

- I don't think you're allowed to use somebody else's magic now, do you ? Newt said, looking Jacob to ask approval.

- Yeah, right, laughed the latter, no magic at all.

- Then i'll go by foot ! He exclaimed with an exasperated tone, out of my way now.

He tried to open the entrance door but it was locked, since Newt traveled by apparition most of the time. He sighed and asked him to unlock it impatiently. Newt used his key and Theseus finally left the house.

- Don't take your eyes off him.

- Wasn't my intention.

Morning - Ministry of Magic.

It was the first time in years Theseus came late at work. Thankfully, Travers made no comment about it, telling him instead to get started. On the way, he supposed muggle traveled with what he called "the weird big rolling thing" and actually tried to take the tram but happened to have no muggle money so he walked all the way to the Ministry of Magic. Apparently, sickle had no value in the No-magic world. The tram driver stared at him strangely when he saw what he took for foreign money. What Theseus hadn't counted was the fact the Ministry of Magic was a bit far away from Newt's building. So here he was, fairly irritated but ready to do his job. When Tina saw him, she greeted him with a simple nod. Nobody seemed to noticed her Admonitors which were transfigurated into some plain bracelet. He did the same as a reply and went into his office. They agreed that they wouldn't talk again about what happened last week so they did as if nothing happened. Luckily, Travers trusted Theseus enough to believe him when he told him nothing peculiar happened. He sat to his desk and grabbed his quick-quote quill before remembering he couldn't use it. He took a regular raven quill instead, his favorite, and began to write. He soon discovered two thing about writing by himself: it was tiring and long. He was just half finished when lunchtime came whereas usually he did his report in one hour and a half or even less sometimes when it was just some case to update. He stood up to take an awarded break but spilled some ink on his shirt in the process.

- Really ?! He shouted angrily. He mechanically grabbed his wand to clean the stain but refrained himself from doing so, putting it back on his desk with a sigh. Next time, remember to shut your big trap Theseus Scamander, he scolded himself.

Newt was speaking with some coworker when Theseus left his office to have lunch. He spotted him from distance and, just by observing his behavior, he could tell how much he was on edge.

- Pick ? He called his bowtruckle, I need you to do something for me.

The little creature stared at his vessel, a questioning look upon his tiny face.

If someone were to say that Theseus looked upset, he or she would have no idea how far it was from the truth for he was utterly hopping mad. So when Newt "accidentally" bumped into him, he reacted straight away.

- So sorry.

- Get lost, Newt ! I'm already late.

He didn't even wait for an answer and carried on his way so he didn't notice neither Newt's amused grin nor the little greenish creature that jumped in his jacket pocket. For the moment, all that matter to him was to find food. Actually, no one could tell by looking at him but Theseus got ticked off quite easily when hungry. He became even more irritated when he realised he would just have the time to eat on the go before returning to work. He swallowed a sandwich he bought not far from the Ministry of Magic and came back to his office.

- Let's finish that report, he muttered to himself, so where's my quill… I'm sure I left it on my desk.

He searched for it but it was nowhere to be seen. He began to lose patience once again, wondering what happened to that "stupid quill". That is when he noticed a little green thing playing with his report, taking advantage of the fact he wasn't watching. He tilted his head in confusion. When Pickett met his eyes, he stood still uncertaintly.

- I know you, Theseus told him, hey, what are you doing with that ?! He scolded him as he noted he was having fun with his hardly done work.

He threw himself on his desk in an attempt to capture him but the bowtruckle jumped on the floor with the precious manuscript.

- Give it back !

Pickett raced under the desk, followed closely by Theseus who crawled after him. He banged his head into his piece of office furniture and grumbled in pain. He stood up, rubbing his head to ease the pain. Pickett was staring at him from distance, shaking the document in a very provocative way.

- You little… I know what you're trying to do. It won't work so give up.

Pickett grimaced in response. Theseus flung himself at the greenish creature to catch it. Pickett didn't flee in time and was trapped. He whined and struggled to free himself but Theseus was holding him with a firm hand. He retrieved his work and decided to bring the bowtruckle back to his owner.

Afternoon - Newt's office.

When Theseus stormed into his brother's office, the latter was noting something in a diary. He glanced at him curiously. Theseus showed him the little creature with exasperation.

- Explain, he said sharply.

- I have no idea what you're talking about, his brother replied with an innocent look, you've got a stain on you shirt, by the way.

- Yes I know and stop pretending, you tried to trick me, right ?

- Rubbish, he somehow managed to get into your office, that'all, he shrugged looking fairly amused by the situation.

Theseus realised it was when Newt bumped into him "by accident" the little thing had jumped on him without being noticed. Knowing his brother, it surely wasn't a coincidence. He did it on purpose to make him lose his bet.

- You asked him to do it, don't you ?

- Yeah well, you have no proof, he stated as he resumed his writing, and as Aurors rightly say, for once, innocent until proven guilty.

Theseus sighed, something he found himself doing often recently. He told his brother to watch his creature, like a father would do with a child who leave his toys lying about. It surprised him he used some Auror argument against him since Newt was known to disregard them. Tina's influence maybe, he thought as he exited the room, damn, I would kill for a cup of tea. Wait, how do muggle do tea ? Again, wizard used magic to make tea while muggle used the electricity or a kettle. Wizard knew the fire and how to use it but not how to produce it without an incendio spell. Theseus considered to ask to the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office or to the Muggle Liaison Office how did muggle do but dropped the idea quite rapidly. Firstly, because he didn't know how to explain why he wanted to do it like the no-magic people. Secondly, because he wasn't even sure they could actually help him since the research in the muggle world was basically poor. What interested the wizarding community was to avoid being discovered, not to study or even understand the no-magic world. It was true there were a few wizard who were curious about it, sometimes favourable towards it even, like Albus Dumbledore, but beeing a "muggle loving fool" was most of the time poorly regarded. So Theseus decided to check on Tina instead. Since her sister used to date a muggle for a year, maybe she learnt some practical knowledge on the subject through her. He hoped so anyway because he really needed a cup of tea right now.

Afternoon - Tina's office.

Tina had trouble working since what happened with her sister. Of course they already had quarrel in the past but nothing as serious. She knew something was irremediably broken between her and Queenie and she really wanted to cry for it, as if mourning the loss of a loving one. She tried hard to focus on her job but everything she could think of was Queenie and how she failed to keep the word she gave to her parents on their deathbed. She stared at her Admonitor, thinking bitterly she deserved this punishment. She was outed of her apathy by a knock on her door.

- Come in, she allowed with a hoarse voice.

- Hey, Theseus said as he entered the room, sorry to interrupt. I was just wondering if you know how muggle does tea. Are you okay ? He asked after noticing her vacant look.

- I don't know, she answered to both question bluntly, why do you need to make it the No-Maj way ?

- A bet with Jacob.

- Well, you'll have to renounce, then. He tried to explain me how does the - what is the word again ? Tricity or ctricite ? Anyway, I didn't get anything. It was all non-sense to me. Maybe you should try to ask Newt actually.

- Impossible, that prat is currently doing everything in his power to make me fail.

- Oh. Do you really need it ? She questioned apologetically for she understood what it was to need something to destress, I can get you one if you want ?

- Not allowed to got help. I guess I'll have to do without it.

He was about to leave when Tina called him.

- Do you know you have a -

- Stain on my shirt, yes I know, thank you, he informed, rolling his eyes in annoyance as he left the office without looking back.

Theseus went back to his office to resume and, hopefully, terminate his report. He found his favorite quill again under his desk. Some time later, Smith came in for the weekly training of his Auror team. As the Head Aurors, he had to supervise and participate to every exercise including disguise, tracking, duelling, magical transportation and escape. With all of his misfortune of the day, he completely forget about it. I'm a dead duck. There is no way I can do my work without magic after all. But he still gave it a try, not ready to give up yet. After dodging an umpteenth spell, Smith was surprised by his lack of pugnacity.

- Hey, boss ! He shouted as he threw him another spell, why aren't you fighting me back ? It's frustrating !

- I thought I told you to not call me - Theseus was cut mid sentence by a curse, not coming from Smith but from Douglas who was hidden all this time, waiting for an opening. He instinctively reached for his wand and protected himself whitout saying a single word. Then he widen his eyes as he realised he had lost to Jacob by winning against his fellow wizards. He thrusted his wand into the ground in exasperation and a powerful shock wave spread around him, knocking his two fellow Aurors down. He sighed and left without a word.

Evening - Newt's home.

Theseus apparated in Newt's living room just after work with the firm intention to surrender. Jacob was already downstairs in the basement. He was nourishing the mooncalves when Theseus found him.

- Right, good Albert, he said gently, hey, Mary, quit bothering George !

- You won ! Theseus stated as he approached him which made the baker jump with surprise.

- Huh ? He frowned as he turned to look at him.

- You were right. Being a wizard is easier than being a muggle, he explained modestly.

- So, you'll take me to your school ?

- A promise is a promise.

Newt joined them after finishing to silence his several Fwooper.

- Jacob, have you seen the - Theseus ? What are you doing here ? His brother asked as he noticed Theseus's presence with his friend.

- I'm here to tell you I've lost. Living without magic is difficult. I wasn't able to work properly, to wash my shirt or even to write a report as fast as I usually do. Merlin's beard, even going to work was a real pain. I tried to ask for help but there were none. Us, wizard, are utterly clueless about the no-magic world. I think I understand what you were trying to say and you're right. Wizard shouldn't understimate the muggle world.

Jacob and Newt glanced at each other with confusion.

- Er… yeah ? Hesitated Jacob, unsure of what to answer.

- Well, I just wanted to see you having trouble for once, truth to be told, Newt shrugged nonchalantly.

Theseus stared at them speechless. So that's what it was all about ? He laughed in a breath.

- Anyway, my word is my bond. I'll do what I can to show you our world, Jacob.