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Let's Go to the Mall, Today

A brick wall.

We were standing in front of a brick wall. Evidently this wall is a victim of street advertisement for a lipstick. It showed a woman with curly ginger hair looking into the mirror featuring a red lipstick but the text said The Blind Pig. That seemed a very weird name for a war paint. Then again I recall Queenie and Tina saying something about going to a bar, not cosmetic shopping.

Which would explain why we were standing in front of a very shady looking brick wall with the shad advertisement. Should have known the moment we ended up in the shad looking district and walked into a shady looking alleyway. Apparently Tina knows a shady person who does shady business and he might know where Newt's magical invisible monkey is.

Dougal is the chaps name and he is a Demiguise.

Newt fails at naming creatures forever.

Says the one who named the Niffler Cabbage.

"You might want to put some lipstick on, sweetie.." Queenie said as she looked at the poster and then back at me.

"Uh, why?"

As an explanation both Tina and Queenie raised their wand and used magic to change their clothes. Off were their business clothes and on the flapper dresses. Tina wore a black semi laced dress that had a very low cut in the front and back. Her hairstyle also changed into a cute wavy bob and a hint of make up could also be spotted. Queenie's dress in contrast was more what I'd describe as modest. It was also flapper but she sleeves reached her elbow and she slapped a redder shade of lipstick on.

Jacob was love struck (again) by the sight of Queenie whereas Newt looked away, slightly embarrassed. But he took the clue and wiped out his wand to fix his bow tie. Sighing I grabbed for my red lipstick and pocket mirror in my bag and turned away to put it on (same shade Peggy Carter uses in her TV show hehe). Making sure the fedora hat was sitting well I tried to brush my hair with my fingers.

"Red lipstick looks amazing on you! Would you like me to give you a dress too? I think you'd look wonderful in dark blue." Winking at me, Queenie pointed her wand at my body but I declined the offer, at which she pouted but turned back to the brick wall.

Staring at their dresses, I imagined how I'd look in one of those. I decided that I did not like it as they don't accent your figure. And I just prefer skater dresses.

Tina knocked at the wall in a specific rhythm. A hatch opened where the poster eyes were and now a pair of almost black eyes peeked through it.

I see a hidden shady secret door. Tina spoke few words with the guard and then the door opened. It was a bar built in a basement, meant to be hidden away from pryful eyes. The ceiling was low and the room wasn't very well lit either. Different cigar smells were mixed in the air. Wizard and witches... and other races were gathered her to gamble, drink and gossip. Despite seeing like no one was paying attention to the newcomer I could feel their eyes staring holes into us. The wall was decorate with different kinds of wanted posters and somewhere in the back musicians were playing jazz music. Someone was singing too.

Tina walked down the bar with confidence, her goals clear in sight as she knows exactly what she was here for: Business and no time for fun. Queenie followed after her, also unfazed by the surrounding. Only Jacob, Newt and me felt very much out of place. Jacob and me because we were Muggles in a wizard bar and Newt well, maybe because he simply didn't like to be here. It's not that I've never been to a bar before (had my fair share of bar hopping experience), I've just never been in a bar full of criminals before.

The brunette Goldstein sister gestured with her chin to a table. Newt and her sat down. Figuring I should let them handle the talking with whoever they were going to meet, I joined Jacob at the bar. It had a good view on everything.

"How do I get a drink in this joint?" Jacob asked to no one. Instantly a bottle with liquid flew toward him and he caught it just in time. We were both stunned at this and then decided I should try order something too.

"Hi, I'd like to order a Sex on the Bead please." I ignored the look Jacob was giving me and then realized there was no bartender. Then I looked down. Something with pointy floppy ears and big grumpy eyes looked back unfriendly.

"What? Ain't you never seen a house-elf before."

In sync Jacob and I looked at each other and then back the house elf.

"Oh, no, yeah, no, yeah of course I have..." Jacob tried to save us "I love house elves." He removed the cap from his bottle and took a sip, smiling confidently. "My uncle's a house elf."

The look on the elf' face told us he didn't believe the bullshit, but decided not to ask any further. Instead he just kept staring at us, making me feel uncomfortable more and more. Then Queenie approached us and ordered six shots of something called giggle water and then turned to Jacob. I took this as a cue to leave them alone and spotted a table with free seats. From there I had the bar with Jacob and Queenie and the other table with Tina and Newt in my view.

Well, that's definitely not how I Imagined an elf to looks like. The countless times of marathoning Lord of the Rings made me think elves were tall and beautiful with pointy ears and long hair and immortal. J.R.R. Tolkien setting unrealistic standard for elves since whenever his books were first published.

Or at least that's what I was thinking until another house elf broke my train of thoughts by putting seven shot glasses filled with rainbow colored content on my table.

Confused I pointed at the alcohol. "I did not order them."

"The chap over there did." The grumpy house elf pointed a guy wearing a grey trench coat and a fedora, who seemed to be nervously looking at his feet.

"I don't want them."

"I ain't an owl delivering messages back and forth, you can do that yourself!" And with that he returned back to the bar and began to clean some glasses.

I shoved the tray with the seven shots away from me. Don't get me wrong, I love alcohol, but only when I was drinking with my friends. Which reminds me of that one time we went to a Christmas party at a Café bar. The drinks were all on the house, which was really cool because they mixed really good strawberry vodka shots. You could smell the vodka but not taste it at all. I lost count on how many shots I took but I do recall feeling like I had to throw up very badly. There was a long a line at the bathroom but I didn't want to throw up inside the Café bar. So as quickly as possible I dashed for the door and the moment I opened it I threw up onto the ground outside. I don't like to brag about it too much but I was very proud of myself that I did not in fact puked onto the Café floor.

Point is I would love to take those rainbow shots but given my current situation I think I should wait for the danger to be over and then get shitfaced. Also never accept drinks from strangers. I glances to the bar and saw that Queenie and Jacob were still flirting with each other, Newt and Tina were also talking about something.

Oh my God I can't believe I am fifth-wheeling again. Ugh how come every time I go out with friends it's me third- or fifth-wheeling.

Hm, weird. Somehow the sight of Tina and Newt getting along didn't sit well with me. But again, that might be because I still had bad blood with her and blamed her for everything that has happened at the MACUSA whereas Newt seemed to be all forgiven and forgotten. I guess it just slightly irked me he was like that, although it does seem like a healthier way to live. I tend to hold grudges, forgive but remember what that bastard did, or delete that person off from my social media and generally pretend they don't exist in my life anymore.

To put it blunt, I'm stubborn and petty as fuck and that has probably ruined few chances of me being really good friends with someone.

Back to the present. Or past. Or whatever time we I was at.

Feeling the ugly green monster inside me waking up (hello Hulk) I turned back to the shots and picked up the blue one, sniffing on it. It smelled like blueberry and popcorn.

"Hello, I uh, I couldn't help but notice we have matching hats." The guy who bought me shots stood in front of me now. He wore a sheepish smile. I noticed he had dimples when he smiles and it was sorta cute. He was tall and had a clean shave face, making him look younger than he actually was. Or maybe he was that young and not capable of growing a proper beard.

"I'm not alone." I replied and pointed at the bar and then at the other table. "I'm here with friends."

"Yeah, yeah. I know. I mean, not that that I was watching you – I just saw you walking in with them." He chuckled awkwardly and then scratched his cheek like he wanted to say something else but wasn't sure how to phrase it. I couldn't help but think he was a bit like Newt. Except Newt was more of a dork but did not shy away from being sassy whereas this stranger sitting with me gave me the vibe of what I would call in German a Schüchti hoch drei. Literally translated would be Shy to the power of three. What I was trying to is he seemed to be very very very 100x shy.

Turning my head around to look at what my friends were doing, I noticed that Newt and Tina were now looking over aat me, both sightly concerned. I mouthed 'help me' at them, to which they only gave me a pitying look back. However Newt seemed to be about to get up and go over if it wasn't for the bar owner appearing now and joining them at their table.

Well fuck. I suppose I could handle him on my own.

"Look, it's very nice of you. But I don't drink." I lied through my teeth, giving him a smile that I appreciated the gesture but just wasn't looking for a drinking buddy. "I'd appreciate if you would leave me alone."

Flustered, I watched how his cheeks turned red. "Uh, sure. I'm - I'm very sorry for bothering you." Hurriedly he grabbed the tray with the seven shots, got up, looked around and sat down at a free table away from me.

I got up and butted into Jacob and Queenie's conversation, just on time to witness Jacob bravely taking a shot and then bubbling out a very high pitched girly giggle.

"Not your type?" Queenie asked, quickly looking at the guy who dumped the alcohol content onto the floor while making sure that no one was watching him.

"I don't have a type. If I like someone then I like them." I replied back and then looked at the five shot glasses, debating whether I should take one or not. Alcohol sounded so tempting at the moment. Resisting the urge to drink, I went back to watch Newt and Tina talking with someone now. I'll take a wild guess that he's a goblin. Newt was offering the goblin things but he seemed to be not very impressed with anything until he spotted something in Newt's pocket. I couldn't see what it was until the British wizard reached for it and slowly handed it to the bar owner. Squinting my eyes I made out the shape of something green and sticky.

It was Pickett!

By the Goddess, I couldn't believe Newt was handing Pickett over for information. If it was Cabbage he'd be handing over, I would have stopped the trade immediately. Not that I don't like Pickett, I just like to play favorite.

"Am I the only one who thinks it's sad he's wasting seven shots?" I pointed back at the guy who was now done with throwing the alcohol away.

"You did tell him to go away." Jacob retorted back, taking another shot of the giggle water.

Queenie was about to give her own two cents too when suddenly a house elf shouted MACUSA ARE COMING followed by Tina accusing him, "You tipped them off!"

And then the posters on the wall changed into wanted posters of Tina and Newt. Wizards and witches began teleporting into the bar making the people here trying to get away, probably not wanting to get arrested. I do admit it took me a bit for my brain to register what was happening and that we should get out of here ASAP. Otherwise we'll risk getting escorted back into the cell and I don't want that.

Queenie stood protectively in front of Jacob and me, knowing that we couldn't defend ourselves against magic. That still didn't stop Jacob from sauntering over to the goblin and punching him in the face. He turned back to us, saying: "He reminds me of a foreman." The blonde witch was very delighted about the punch.

Taking a quick look at the chaos, I spotted the British wizard crawling on the ground, looking for Pickett. Tina had her wand out and was throwing spells at the MACUSA agents and also deflecting attacks. I was mesmerized by her confidence in attacking and defending herself. This was what she was trained for and she was right in her element. Fuck with her and you won't live to see tomorrow. In another corner I saw the rainbow shots guy throwing spells at a criminal and then quickly shouting a sincere apology that he didn't mean it, he was simply doing his job. Which means he worked for the MACUSA. I can't believe I talked to that guy. Why didn't Tina warn me beforehand?

Newt and Tina quickly made their way to us. Jacob grabbed one last shot and dunked it down before we were teleported out of here.

oOo

"What did he want from you?" Newt inquired after a few minutes of silence.

We were making our way downtown to the Macy department store because apparently that's where Dougal the Demiguise has been last sighted. Queenie and Jacob were pretty much talking about the differences between cooking using magic and the way Muggle's usually do. Personally I don't see that much of a difference. With magic everything is easier ad you really don't have to do much work except making sure that the spell is working but it also takes out the whole fun. And the love is lacking. What is food if you don't make it with love? A Krabby Patty produced by machines, that's what it is.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Dunno. I saw that he was with the MACUSA though."

"No, no. I meant Mr. Graves."

"Ah." Came from me and I wrapped Newt's scarf a bit higher. Glancing to Newt's other side, Tina was trudging along at our pace. Her eyes were set on whatever was in front of us (Queenie and Jacob), but I wouldn't put past behind me that she was listening to our conversation.

"Well, Graves said that he uh - " I paused briefly searching for the right words "he knows about me and my current series of unfortunate events."

Newt nodded along to everything I was saying while Tina threw us a suspicious look but quickly looked away when we both turned around to stare at her eavesdropping.

Then I remembered something else. "Oh yeah, he also wanted to know something about a pocket watch. Apparently belonged to the Ainswo- to my family."

"A pocket watch? He- he did this to you because of a pocket watch?" Newt repeated what I implied.

Dramatically I threw my hands up in the air. "Beats me, fam. If he really wants a pocket watch that bad, I'll just buy him one and smash it into his ugly face."

At that Newt got silent and thought about something, but then shook his head to himself. Then he turned to Tina and asked how far we were from the department store. It was a magnificent building with windows showcasing Christmas present ideas for your mom/dad/brother/sister/girlfriend/boyfriend. Sure, if I had a VISA card with unlimited credit then I'd shop here. For not I'll just stick with DIY gift ideas because I'm a college student.

Hm, I did inherit a part of my great-grandfather's fortune.

However the decorations did make me realize that's soon Christmas and yet I am still stuck here in 1926. I really hope I'll at least make it back for Christmas. Dad always makes turducken (deboned pigeon stuffed in a deboned chicken stuffed in a deboned turkey) and it's the most amazing thing ever.

As we all did some window shopping, the highly expensive dark chocolate – that claimed you can lose weight with it – started floating up in the air and then flew away. We all looked at each other and then ran for the big front door.

"Wait." I started and stopped Newt from casting a spell on the lock. "What if you trigger the alarm? I really don't want to spend the night in jail."

Queenie chimed in, "Oh, I can apparate us in. I know this department store well. They sell amazing clothing fabric."

So she teleported us inside to the jewelry section. Cross my finger Cabbage will not escape again. Thankfully department stores don't turn all the lights off, they like to let the small lamps for the glass cases on so thieves can find the expensive diamonds easier.

The blonde witch straightened her coat and looked around, happy we landed safely inside and didn't trigger the alarm. "I never knew breaking and entering can be so exciting."

"Girl, you have no idea." I commented, reminiscing the times where me and some other people would gather our camera equipment and go on our own slightly illegal trips. I received some questioning looks from the three wizards and one No-Maj. Especially Tina, who apparently used to be an Auror, the wizard equivalent to out police/military force. "Subway tunnels, abandoned chateaus, sometimes we climb up cranes too." I ticked off with my fingers, at which Tina only raised her eyebrows higher whereas Newt looked rather proud of me. "Why do you think I carry a lock pick set with me? It certainly helped me getting out of that cunt bitch's office." To accent my point I pulled out my lock pick set.

Amazed, Queenie pointed at it. "I tried to pick his lock with spells. It did not work."

"See? Muggle tools can be useful too."

Jacob was about to open his mouth and add something too, but then he pointed at a very cute pink handbag that was floating few meters away from us to the food section. Trying to be as stealthy as possible, we followed the handbag by tiptoeing after Dougal. Then we hid ourselves behind some plastic Christmas decoration and peeked over the edge. The decorations were doing a pretty bad job at hiding us.

"So Demiguises are fundamentally peaceful," Newt educated us in a low voice, "but they can give a nasty nip if provoked."

"Are you speaking from life experience?" I shot back at which Newt only looked away. This was probably his way of saying yes but he didn't want to admit it

Dougal was still carrying the pink bag (I really want to keep it) made himself visible and we watched him climbing up a table and stealing a box of pralines.

"You three head that way." The British wizard pointed at the Goldstein sisters and Jacob "And try very hard to be not predictable."

I pressed my lips into a thin line, thinking whether I should point out that in horror movies splitting up is the first guaranteed way to get murdered by the serial killer clown. But I have seen Dougal before and I doubt he'd be capable of killing anyone. However if I do tie tonight I will come back as a ghost and personally haunt Newt's magical ass.

Before we could get very far, a loud screeching sound echoed above us.

I couldn't help but let out a tired and sigh and look at Newt. "That's it. We splitted up and now we're going to get tortured and murdered."

Horrified he asked back. "Now why would you say that?"

"Uh, every single horror movie ever?"

Dougal began to scramble up more sweet and food into his handbag and then dashed up the stairs. Tina, Queenie and Jacob joined us, asking if the screeching was Dougal. At this point I'm just glad we were one whole group again and 60% is made up of magical people who could stun the serial killer.

"I think it might be the reason that the Demiguise is here." Newt smiled and quickly we made our way up to the stairs

oOo

I have seen all kinds of different creatures in Newt's suitcase, from as small as a Bowtruckle to as big as Ellie the Erumpent.

But I was not prepared to see the snake-bird filling up a whole attic room. Last time I checked they were small and freshly hatched out of the eggs. If they all grow as big as this one then I don't know how Newt plans to host them all in his suitcase. And while we were talking about the big one, how come I never noticed it? Yes, I know I have something my friends like to call a tunnel vision, and yes it has happened multiple times when I was out I might have bumped into friends but my brain did not register it was them so I just stared and then kept walking. They usually text me later going 'Hey, why did you ignore me'. But I am sure if there was something as big and blue as this Occamy I would have seen it.

Or so I thought to as the beast suddenly screeched up and moved, knocking us all out of the way in the process. All because Queenie accidentally tripped over something. The creatures body hit my torso and I flew backwards, thankfully landing on few pillows. Can't say the other were as lucky as I was. Dougal jumped onto Jacob with full force, causing him to stumble onto the ground. It was a lucky move because that way they did not get hit either.

Not sure how Newt and Tina were doing, but I did hear the magizoologist shouting something about getting an insect and a teapot.

Getting up, I watched how the winged snake-bird creature flapped in the attic, one wing almost hitting Jacob. The second one was coming my way and I managed to dropped down and roll over in time. Staying down I put my hands over my head and kept it lowered like we practices a long time ago in High School. However it did not stop me from peeking up just a little bit. The Occamy has risen up a bit higher now, its wings destroying the rood. Poor Newt was still clinging onto the snake birds back, seemingly to be slipping more and more.

Queenie screamed, Jacob was holding onto Dougal and Tina crawled along the floor for something. Then I saw a fat big ugly cockroach crawling past me right in front of my nose. I stared at it and then back at my comrades struggling with the creatures. Heaving out a disgusted sigh I grabbed for the insect. It struggled in my hand and I can feel its tiny legs scraping against my hand. If I wasn't that crept out I would have found it ticklish. "Cockroach!" I screamed loudly and hold it up in the air.

"Teapot!" Came back from Tina on the other side, mimicking my pose.

For a second we were both very proud of ourselves for finding the things Newt asked us to. However shouting it out loud only made our current situation worse. It scared the Occamy even more and with it's long body it squashed Jacob and Queenie against the wall. I just had to jump back – or rather stumbled back, but the body was still blocking my way to Tina.

I froze my movement, not daring to move. There was a good reason for that. Big round eyes were staring at what I was holding in my hand. I was too scared to make eye contact with the Occamy, fearing if I do it's gonna snap at me with its beak.

A freckled face popped out from behind the Occamy's head. "Roach in the teapot..."

I gulped, slowly turning my head to look at Tina on the other side, also standing frozen at her spot with the teapot in her hand. She looked at the insect and then pointed with her eyes at the teapot.

I get the message. She wants me to throw it at her. Did I ever tell you I'm really bad at throwing? But what other choice did we have here? Not much. So I stayed still for a couple of more seconds before suddenly throwing the cockroach away from into Tina's direction, glad to be finally getting rid of it. Remind me to wash my hands later.

The Occamy reacted instantly but so did Tina. The older Goldstein sister run forward with the teapot stretched out, jumped over the creatures long body, landed and then sliding on her knees and heads down, the cockroach landed perfectly into the teapot. Newt's creature screeched again, flew up as high as the attic ceiling allowed and then went after the insect in the pot. I closed my eyes, fearing that this was the end of Tina. It's flying down at a fast speed and she's going to get crushed. But there was no bone crushing sound and when I opened my eyes Newt rushed forward and jammed a lid down onto the teapot, explaining the Occamies can also shrink to fit into small space.

"Tell me the truth." Tina asked, staring seriously into Newt's face. "Was that everything that came out of the case."

"I certainly hope it was." I commented on the side. The wizard confirmed that it was.

Queenie has already taken out her wand and used a spell to repair the damage we/the Occamy has caused.

"We done here now then?" I inquired.

Then we huddled together into a group and left the department store.

oOo

"You won't believe what a horrible day I had, Cabbage." I began as I watched the Niffler stacking up coins. How come everytime I come back to his nest it feels like he has more and more coins? "You're lucky you're a Niffler. First I got arrested, and then interrogated, and then the cunt bitch asked me about a stupid pocket watch. As if I know where it is." Cabbage scrunched his snout and then turned his back to me, digging through his pile of shiny things.

Feeling a bit offended that he ignored me after I poured my heart out to him, I looked around to see what the others were doing. Jacob carried Dougal back to his nest, Tina and Queenie were crouched over the Occamies' nest, both smiling and Newt walked around with Pickett in his hand. Said Bowtruckle seemed to be crossing his arms and not really listening to Newt. It was a comical sight. He then let out a sigh and places Pickett back onto his shoulder and proceed to grab a bucket and walk away. Queenie also left, leaving just me, Jacob and Tina here.

As I was about to walk back to the shed too, Cabbage threw a coin at the back of my head to get my attention. Frowning I turned around to give the Niffler a piece of my mind, but stopped when I saw Cabbage was holding something up for me.

A pocket watch.

Huh, okay.

Not sure what to do, I asked. "Can I take a look?" Nodding his head, I cupped my hands together and the NIffler dropped the watch into it. Design wise it was a very pretty pocket watch. It wasn't very big either, at least not as big as the one I usually see in Victorian movies. The pocket watch was small enough to be hidden in my hand when I close my fingers around it. The chain was missing though. The upper clamp of the case didn't fully cover the watch, instead it had a symmetrical swirly patterns, enabling the holder to see bits of the watch inside. I could make out the pointed and gears. The pocket watch opened swiftly when I clicked the button. Besides being able to see the gears and the inside of the watch, there wasn't anything too special about it. What I did notice though is that it did not have a glass protection. The pointers weren't ticking and the gears weren't shifting. In short it was broken and useless. Running my finger over the back, I felt something engraved. It said Ad Infinitum. Math has taught me it's Latin for infinity or forevermore.

Quite frankly the pocket watch didn't look very shiny anymore. Maybe it was golden once, a long time ago, but now it just looks... rusted and sad. Which makes me wonder why Cabbage has it.

Not knowing what to do with it, I put it back into the Niffler's nest. Cabbage then pocketed it into his pouch and patted it, making me think he wants to say it's safe there.

I laughed at the cute gesture. "I'm sure that's not what Graves was looking for."

"What's not what he was looking for?" An all to familiar voice inquired from behind. Whipping around I came face to face with Tina.

"A pocket watch." I repeated. "He asked me about a family pocket watch while giving me those nasty bruises."

Furrowing her brows, Tina said: "I worked under Mr. Graves for a long time. He is known under the Auror as someone who collects pocket watches as a hobby. But he is not someone who would use physical violence to get something."

I snorted at what she told me. "That's cute, he collects pocket watches." Says the one who collects Starbucks membership cards. "You know what I think is fishy? That he is so sure I have it."

"He has been acting very strange lately." Tina muttered under her breath.

As we stood there in silence it occurred to me that despite my burst out in the basement today we were getting along very well now. She didn't bring it up again and neither did I. Of course that left me in the dark, no knowing whether we are just getting along for the sake of capturing all the creatures or whether we were a step closer to become friends. I did notice that whatever happened in the Woolworth Building, Newt and Tina seemed to be getting along quite well now. Not that they had bad blood in the first place, but the brunette Goldstein was less annoyed with the British wizard now.

My brother (surprisingly) put it best into words: You don't have to like someone and you don't need a good reason to dislike someone. However you should still respect them as a person. Unless they have done something very horrible. Then be an asshole.

Kids these days.

Jacob walked toward us with two empty bucket and asked if we should Newt and Queenie. As we approached the shed, I noticed Newt hunched over something and Queenie looked very concerned. Did something happen?

Tina also noticed the awkward atmosphere. "What are you two talking about?"

"Ah nothing." Newt quickly dismissed it.

I raised an eyebrow. "Nothing usually means something but we love you so we shall respect your privacy until you're ready to talk about it."

"School." Queenie threw in, flashing us her signature cute smile.

"School." Freckle face confirmed, also putting on a smile.

Jacob set down the bucket and put his jacket on. "Did you say school? Is there a school? A wizard school here? In America?"

I looked at him and then back at our wizard friends, silently complimenting Jacob for asking a really good question. Somehow I imagined they went to a normal school and learned magic at home.

Very proud and excited, Queenie answered our question: "Of course – Ilvermorny! It's only the best wizard school in the world!"

"I think you'll find the best wizarding school in the world is Hogwarts!" Newt threw in, looking smugly.

Dropping her smile, the blonde Goldstein sister countered back. "HOGWASH!"

Oh shit, school rivalry, this is going to be hilarious to watch. Reminds me back of the time when my University attended a convention and we presented a project and made some friends along the way from different schools. At some point we talked about joining forces and sabotage the project of other schools because we didn't like them (we never did it).

"So basically in addition to Biology, Algebra, English et cetera you learn magic too?" I asked.

"Bi-Biology?" Came the confused question from Newt.

"What's Algebra?" Tina raised an eyebrow.

"Why would we need English? We can already read and write." Queenie concluded.

I gaped at them, not believing what I was hearing. From next to me Jacob muttered how he hated Algebra when he went to school. Briefly explaining what they teach in Biology, it earned some very interested looks with Newt stating it could come useful knowing how the inside of a body works. Then I told them that in English they teach you more how to bullshit a 5k essay the night before deadline and still get a passing grade. Needless to say we five sat there for some time, discussing the differences of our school system, finished by Tina and Queenie performing their school anthem. Tina hesitated at first but when Queenie freely started to sing she joined.

We clapped and applauded, with Jacob stating: "I want to be a wizard.", making us chuckle.

However our fun was interrupted by the sudden thunder sounds rolling in the background. Newt quickly got up and walked to the Arizona tent. Frank, his thunderbird was flapping his wings wildly and screeched loudly.

Very concerned, Newt examined him and then turned to us.

"Danger. He senses danger."


guys guys guys I finally sat down and wiped out one or two sketches of how I sorta imagine Oswin looks like

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Narnia-fan 7: Nah, she's 21 and a Muggle through and through but yep, as stated in the prologue her brother is a wizard ;) I plan to keep writing this story and eventually introduce my own plot which will still play in the past. I'm not sure about traveling into the future, at some point i toyed with the idea that Oswin goes back and after few years something happens again but this time her brother gets dragged into the mess too lol

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Dragondancer81: thank you C:

lenche: thank you thank you hope this was also a good chapter!

xXlandiiaeXx: I mean prolly yeah after the grindewalds arrest the newspaper is gonna get updated, I just don't think there isn't much she can do about it.