Brown and green eyes scanned the crowd, frantic. If she recognized the man with the case maybe she knew him, maybe he could help her get answers.

"Ah, Good morning, Anna."

"Good morning." She smiled at the bank attendant, "Did you, by chance, see a man with a blue coat come in?" the elder man blinked a few times, "Yes, I did. He's over there with Mr. Kowalski."

"Jacob's here, he's still not giving up on that bakery?"

"It would seem not." The attendant motioned to a bench some feet away, "Good for him, if people gave up on their dream's I wouldn't be a performer." Sure it was only on stage, but when she would go on there was almost never an empty seat.

"It's been a pleasure, miss Anna, but I must get back to my job." She nodded politely, heading for the bench where Jacob and the sandy haired man were sitting.

"Good morning, Jacob."

"Oh, Anna!" Newt looked up, just out of curiosity at hearing his old school mate's name, and felt his heart stop.

"What brings you into the bank today?"

"Just making a withdrawal for living expenses." The sandy haired man stopped her words as he finally spoke.

"Anna?" Jacob and the petite blonde both looked at him, there was a pained look on the performer's face, like she knew the man, but wasn't sure why.

"Do we…know each other?" His seafoam eyes were catching, and the smile on his face when he saw her eyes, it was almost endearing.

"It is you, but the newspapers…"

"The newspapers?" he quickly flipped the muggle-worthy switch on his case, prepared to show her the article from 13 years ago, as what he'd come in after flittered through his peripheral vision.

"Excuse me," Anna would have to wait. he hurried off after the niffler, brown and green eyes trailed after him. "Wait!"

"Hey! Hey, mister!" Jacobs voice echoed behind her, in his haste, Newt had left behind one of the occamy eggs.

"Hey mister!" the two were gone though as Jacob picked up the egg, tucking it into his jacket pocket.

"Wait!" Newt ignored her, hard as it was, as he tracked the niffler through the crowd, watching as it napped everything of value from the unsuspecting people.

"Please! Wait!" she was desperate as she hurried after him, "Sorry, excuse me." She nudged through the crowded bank lobby, her shorter stature not being helpful. She'd lost him until she spotted exactly what he was tracking.

"What in the world?" she watched the black furry creature scurry up over the golden banister, darting off in another direction.

The blonde watched as the strange little creature was wheeled onto the elevator, going down to the bank vaults.

"Hey!" She tried to get the sandy haired mans attention, "I found your pet!" he laughed internally at the idea he was keeping the niffler as a pet, the man from before called out:

"Hey! Mr. English guy! I think your egg is hatching!" Both sets of eyes turned, a stick of sorts slipped from the man's jacket, intrigued she stepped closer before feeling some sort of magnetic force tugging her forward, her stomach churning as she felt her body twist and turn before the group was suddenly in the stair well

"What…just…happened?" Newt flashed the tiny woman a sympathetic look as the occamy egg hatched. Brown and green eyes stared at the little creature, having finally gotten her Barings after a few moments.

"Wait…" Newt stopped his ascent, "Please?" there was sorrow and longing in her eyes.

"I can help you, but we need to get my niffler back, first."

"Niffler…" the word was familiar. "All right, if I help you with your…niffler, you tell me how you know who I am." She held her hand out, like a child making a deal.

"I promise."

"Spectacular." She turned to Jacob, a wide smile on her face. "You like adventures, right?" the Muggle man was still stunned that he had been moved from place to place so quickly.

"I was there, I came over… I was over there."

"Jacob?" seeing he was in his own world, trying to understand what happened, Anna shrugged her shoulders and hurried after the man in the blue coat.

"All right, in you hop." She watched him with child like interest, "So, you must be a real animal lover." Newt jumped, startled she had actually followed him down this far. There was a multitude of strange creature sounds from his case.

"Hello?" The blonde turned, seeing Jacob peeking around the corner

"No, everyone settle down. Stay. Dougal, don't make me come in there. Don't make me come down there." Peering over his shoulder she saw in the inside of the case was much larger than normal.

"You're a wizard!" her smile grew even more, but he quickly hushed her, her dual colored eyes watching the strange little creature slide through the closed bank vault door.

"No, Absolutely not. Alohomora." The crank on the vault spun, her eyes watched in wonder.

"Oh, so you're gonna steal the money, huh?" Mr. Bingley rounded the corner, much to their dismay, slamming his palm against the alarm system.

"Petrificus totalus." Anna and Jacob both watched as the man fell to the ground.

"Mr. Bingley…"

"That was, Amazing! Was it magic?"

"Kowalski…" Mr. Bingley choked out in his petrified state as the vault door swung open, she watched as he stepped in, staring down at the little platypus like animal.

"Really?"

"Be gentle with him, he is quite small." Newt glanced back at her, remembering the incident so many years ago during their care of magical creature's class. A niffler had crawled through her robes, she'd been less than gentle with the creature since then.

Anna watched both horrified and intrigued as he grabbed the creature, flipped it upside down and everything in it's pouch began to fall out.
"No, don't play that." She continued to watch as things fell out of the creature's stomach pouch, the sandy haired man now tickling it's stomach.

"Look." The sound of heavy footfall finally caused her to break eye contact.

"No, No no no." Newt was quick in stuffing the niffler into his jacket pocket before grabbing Anna and his case, hurrying to Jacob. The bank security had guns drawn as the three were apparated away.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!" Jacob finished as the small group landed in a small alcove.

"Well, for the last time, you pilfering pest, paws off what doesn't belong to you." He quickly put the creature back into the suitcase.

"Awfully sorry about that."

"What the hell was that?"

"Nothing that need concern you, now, unfortunately, you have seen far too much." Newt made quick work of fixing Jacobs jacket, The petite blonde to the side watching with mild interest.

"If you wouldn't mind…if you'd just stand there, this'll be over in a jiffy." Anna looked at Jacob as Newt turned his back.

"Jacob…" Horrified as he swung one of the cases, she let out a scream.

"Oh my…Are you alright?!" she watched the heavier set man run off before her eyes trailed upwards.

"Bugger." She watched him rub the back of his head, wondering if she should go after him.

"Um…not to alarm you, but I think you've been followed." Almost as if on cue, the woman she'd spotted stepped into view.

"Hey, Mister…that woman looks pretty mad, feeling his arm pull on her own, unsure of what to do she followed, nerves fraying as they all got closer together.

"Hold on."

"What, wh—" her stomach lurched as she felt her body twist and turn for the third time that day.

"Who are you?" the brunette woman looked exasperated as she pushed the two of them out of view. Emily bent over, holding her stomach.

"Could you please…stop doing…that?" she felt nauseous, Tina spared a small look of sympathy.

"I'm sorry."

"Who are you." The woman pressed for answers, Newt shifted uncomfortably, he had never been good in intense interactions.

"Newt Scamander, and you are?" Tina looked to the small blonde, who at the present moment was trying to keep her lunch down.

"And who are you?"

"Em…"Her stomach lurched again, "Anna, Anna Lisle." A look of realization crossed the brunettes face.

"The Stage performer?" she nodded, opting to sit down until the pushy woman was finished with her interrogation. The hint of a smile played on Newts face, remnants of another memory played in his mind.

"What's that thing in your case?"

"That's my niffler."

"Sorry, you've got something on your…" She flinched away as he pointed out the mustard leftover from her hot dog.

"Why in the name of Deliverance Dane did you let that thing loose?"

"I didn't mean too. He's incorrigible, he sees anything shiny and he's all over..."

"You didn't mean to?"

"No."

"You could not have chosen a worse time to let that creature loose. We're in the middle of a situation here." Newt and Anna looked at her in confusion, the latter's wave of nausea seeming to have finally passed.

"I'm taking you both in."

"Taking us in where?" Anna worked on getting back to her feet.

"I have a performance tonight…I can't just be running all over the city with people I don't know." The brunette fished something out of her jacket pocket.

"Magical congress of the United States of America. Miss Lisle, I'm afraid your performance will have to wait." Anna narrowed her eyes, not liking the woman's attitude at all

"There's a Magical Congress?"

"So you work for MACUSA? What are you, some kind of investigator?" The brunette fished out her wand,

"At least tell me you took care of the No-Maj."

"The what?"

"The No-Maj. No Magic. The non-wizard!" She indicated to the blonde who'd been pulled into their mess, Newt quickly corrected her.

"Oh. Sorry, we call them Muggles. And you're mistaken, She's not a muggle." Both women stared at him in confusion.

"She's just a bit…lost." Anna stared at him with a slightly confused look.

"I'm a witch?"

"Yes."

"No." Both answered at the same time, leaving her mind more confused, "Is that why you called me Anna? Do you know me?" she knew he felt awfully familiar, but she still had absolutely no idea why.

"Anna? As in Anna Carrio, the girl from the missing persons cold case? That was all over the tabloids when I was a child."

"Mr. Scamander is that true. Am I missing person?" The brunette had clearly had enough, Newt flashed his old friend a sympathetic look.

"I promise I'll tell you everything, but it is true, you are a Witch."

"I'm taking you both in." the brown haired witch grabbed them both by the arm, apparating them away once again.