Newt's POV

We sat back down after the dance, taking our seats up at the bar.

"Jeanne?" a voice behind me asked. She turned around on her stool.

"Jimmy?" she asked in disbelief. "I haven't seen you in awhile. What's happening?"

"Ah, not much," he answered. "I see ya got some friends with you . . ."

"Yeah," said Jeanne. "Jim, this is Tina, her sister Queenie, Jacob, and Mr. Newt Scamander."

"Scamander . . ." Jimmy mused. "I've heard that name before . . ."

"Probably my brother," I said.

Jimmy snapped his fingers. "That's it! Yeah, you're his little brother . . . So uh, Jeanne, wanna let me buy you a drink?"

I felt my face get flustered. Who was this Jimmy guy?

"I'm going to have to pass, Jim," said Jeanne.

I breathed out . . . I felt something of jealousy . . .

"Ah, well, some other time then," he said. Jimmy leaned down and kissed her cheek. "See ya, girlie!" He began walking away. I blushed furiously.

"I told you to stop calling me that!" Jeanne called back.

I stared at her. "What?" she asked. I couldn't bring myself to speak. "Oh, the kiss?" I nodded silently.

Jeanne laughed. "Oh, Newt. You've got nothing to worry about. Jimmy prefers the company of men."

I felt my mouth form an "o" shape.

"It's him," said Jeanne. "Gnarlack . . ."

I looked across the bar. A goblin, well-dressed, and smoking a cigar, emerged from the darkness of the speakeasy. He took a seat at a table for two in the darkest corner of the room.

"Well, what're you waiting for?" Jeanne said. "Go strike up a deal."

And with that, I stood up as confidently as I could and walked over to Gnarlack. I sat down at the end of his table. He looked up from his cigar tray.

"So you're the guy with the case full of monsters, huh?" Gnarlack asked.

"News travels fast," I said. "I was hoping if you'd be able to tell me if there'd been any sightings. Tracks. That sort of thing."

Gnarlack downed his drink. "You've got a big price on your head, Mr. Scamander," he said. "Why should I help you instead of turning you in?"

"I'll take it I'll have to make it worth your while."

Jeanne's POV

Gnarlack thought. "Hmm, let's consider it a cover charge."

I stood up from my stool and clicked over in my heels to where Newt and Gnarlack sat. I thought I could help Newt out with a little feminine charm.

Newt pulled out a sack of galleons and slid them across the table to the goblin.
"Huh, MACUSA's offerin' more'n that," Gnarlack said, unimpressed.

Before Newt could offer up anymore items, I slid up behind Gnarlack and tapped him on the shoulder delicately. He spun around.

"Hey, you," I said as sweetly as possible.

"Jeannie! What're you doing back here in this dump?"

"Thought I'd stop by, hmm? Whatcha up to?" I said, winking at Newt.

"I'm kinda busy now, Jeannie," said Gnarlack. "With a deal . . ."

"Oh, I won't tell," I said. "C'mon, let's see what you got," I said to Newt.

He pulled out a beautiful metal object, something like a spyglass. "Oooo," I commented.

Gnarlack was still unimpressed. "Lunascope? I got five."

"Frozen Ashwinder egg!" Newt blurted out.

"Now we're-" Gnarlack suddenly spotted Pickett, peeking out of Newt's pocket. "-wait a minute, that's a Bowtruckle, right?"

Newt put his hand over his pocket protectively. "No."

"Ah, come on, that's a Bowtruckle," said Gnarlack. "The pick locks, am I right?"

"You're not having him," said Newt.

"Well, good luck gettin' back alive, Me. Scamander, what with the whole MACUSA on your back," Gnarlack began get up to walk away.

"C'mon, Gnarlack," I called after him. "This guy gotta have some-"

"Alright!" Newt said in agony. I turned around, shocked.

Newt began to pull Pickett from his pocket and hand him over to Gnarlack. Newt turned away from the squeaking Bowtruckle.

Gnarlack began to give Newt the information he'd promised. "Somethin' invisible's been wreakin' havoc around Fifth Avenue. You may wanna check out Macy's department store. Might help with what you're lookin' for."

"Dougal . . ." Newt whispered. "Right, one last thing. There's a Mr. Graves who works for MACUSA. I was wondering what you knew of his background."

"You ask too many questions, Mr Scamander. That can get you killed."

Suddenly, "MACUSA ARE COMING!" a house-elf shrieked, then Disapparated.