"Come on." The brunette woman led them along, Anna finally tugged her arm free, shooting her "Kidnapper" a filthy look.

"I can walk on my own, thanks." Newt turned to give her a look, evidence of a small smile on his face, she really hadn't changed since their Hogwarts days, even if she didn't remember them.

"I'm sorry, but I do have things to do, actually."

"Well…" the woman scoffed as if their plans had no merit. "You'll have to rearrange them. Miss Lisle, I'm sorry if you're late for your performance."

"I'm sure you are."

"What are you doin' in New York, anyway?"

"I came to buy a birthday present." The brunette witch led them through the line of cars towards a large white skyscraper.

"Couldn't you have done that in London?"

"No, there's only one breeder of Appaloosa Puffskeins in the world, and he lives in New York, so, no." stepping up to the door the guard looked at the group and then at the brunette.

"I got a section 3-A. Hey. By the way, we don't allow the breeding of magical creatures in New York. We closed that guy down a year ago."

"What's an Appaloosa Puffskein?"

"It's a bit difficult to explain, I've got a book on magical creatures I can show you." The idea of re-teaching her abut all of his favorite magical creatures was exciting, but first they had to deal with this.

"I'd really like that." The three walked past what looked like the goblins you saw in children's books.

"What kind of creature is that?" The brunette witch internally groaned at all the questions but let it slide, now Knowing Anna had been missing in action with no memories for 13 long years.

"It's a house elf. They are immensely loyal and devoted to those they serve."

"So there's slavery in the magical world?"
"Oh, no…well…I mean yes, in some circles, but most house elves rather enjoy the work." Anna nodded, looking up at the seemingly endless tower above them now.

"Hey, Goldstein."

"Hey, Red." Anna looked down at the House Elf with interest.

"Oh, Hello." The stout creature looked her over as they stepped into the elevator. "Major investigation department."

"I thought you was—"

"Major investigation department, I got a section 3-A." the three headed into a room where people hunched over a table.

"—It could mean war." Anna's eyes settled on the two main figures, a tan skinned woman with blonde hair tucked under a headdress of sorts and a man with dark and peppered hair who seemed to take a small bit of interest in her.

"I made your position here quite clear, Ms. Goldstein."

"Yes, Madame President. But I…"

"You are no longer an Auror."

"No, Madame President, but…"

"Goldstein." Anna looked at the woman before her.
"There's been a minor—"

"This office is currently concerned with very major incidents. Get out."

"Yes Ma'am."

"And obliviate this No-Maj." Anna didn't move from her spot, the dark-haired man's eyes still on her as the MACUSA president walked away.

"I was…" She cleared her throat, trying to sound more confident. "I was told I might be able to find answers on who I am, here?" the woman stopped, her piercing eyes fell to the small blonde.

"What?"

"Miss Goldstein said I was part of a missing persons case…A girl by the name of Anna Carrio?" The President finally turned to look at her. The older man's eyes seemed to widen, if only slightly, in recognition.

"That's impossible, What happened to Anna Carrio was a tragedy." Newt looked at his former classmate with sympathy, she was being written off like a long forgotten memory.

"No body was found…" this stopped the woman in her tracks, finally she turned.

"Ms. Goldstein get her out of here. Now." She felt a soft tug on her arm as the brown-haired witch escorted them out, a pair of blue eyes watching her leave.

Anna looked at the sign reading 'Wand Permit Office.' As she scanned the room, watching some origami mice tear themselves apart.

"Miss Lisle, I'm sorry you couldn't get your answers." She rifled through the drawers of her desk, looking for something.

"Carrio."

"I'm sorry."

"If that's what…Newt, was it?" the sandy-haired wizard nodded, "Called me, then that's what I want to go by. Anna Carrio."

"Well, Miss Carrio, if you are in fact a witch there are ways of finding out, so I won't obliviate you just yet." She turned to Newt.

"So, you got your wand permit? All foreigners have to have them in New York."

"I made a postal application weeks ago." He set his case down, letting his eyes sweep over the cookie cutter room.

"Scamander…and you were just in Equatorial Guinea?"

"And I've just completed a year in the fields. I'm writing a book about magical creatures."

"Like an extermination guide?" a sudden thud startled both witch and wizard who looked over at their blonde companion.

"So sorry, I'm terribly clumsy…" she quickly dusted herself off as she got back to her feet.

"Um…No, a guide to help people understand why we should be protecting these creatures instead of killing them."

"Goldstein?" Anna and Newts eyes trailed to the new comer, "Where is she? Where is she? Goldstein. Goldstein? Did you just butt in on the investigative team again?" the tension in the room thickened.

"Where have you been?"

"What?"

"Where'd she pick you two up?" Anna looked at the man.

"Oh, um…"

"Me?"

"Have you been tracking them Second Salmer's again?" Anna thought up a quick and easy lie,

"Of course not, Sir."

"We were just meeting up for lunch when Mr. Scamander surfaced on her Radar, she was just making sure his wand permit was in order when you came in."

"And you are?"

"Anna Lisle, Ms. Goldstein won my theatre groups radio contest."

"so, you're that no-maj actress?" Anna feigned offense,

"No, I'm a witch, but I fell in love with acting as a child. My parents always said I was good at being dramatic." All three looked at her as the conversation carried on. Heavy footfall shifted the conversation.

"Afternoon, Mr. Graves, sir." The man from before, why had he followed them?

"Afternoon, Abernathy."

"Mr. Graves, sir, this is Mr Scamander and Miss Li—Carrio. Mr. Scamander has a crazy creature in that case and it got out and caused mayhem in a bank." That same strange look crossed Graves' face as he looked Anna over, she shifted uncomfortably, trying to hid herself behind Newt.

"Let's see the little guy." The two former Hogwarts students watched with anticipation as the case was opened.

"Pastries?"

"Jacob…" Newt looked over at her, urging her to stay quiet, she quickly covered her mouth.

"Tina." Graves walked away, a look of disapproval etched clear into his features as he left the office.

Tina finally turned to face her "Captives" with a disappointed expression.

"I'm sorry, Tina."

"Thank you…for what you did back there, Ms. Carrio." She turned to Newt. "I can't believe you didn't obliviate that man. If there's an inquiry, I'm finished."

"Why would you be finished? I'm the one that's…"

"I'm not supposed to go near the Second Salmer's…what was that?"

"Billywig…" Anna muttered, the strange word popping into her head, Newt and Tina both looked at her.

"Oh, sorry…ignore me." Shouting filled the air just around the corner, newt made quick work of going in to investigate.

"Hey, quiet down, I'm trying to get a statement."

"I'm telling you, it was a gas explosion again. I ain't taking the kid's back up there until it's safe." As the crowd's unrest continued to grow the three crept closer.

"It weren't gas officer. I seen was a gigantic, huge hippopoto…gas." Newt sneakily obliviated the mans mind as Newt and Anna snuck past undetected, into the building.

"Gas. it was gas!"

Pushing the door to the studio open, the pair took in the insurmountable damage, yet with the simple flick of Newts Wand the destroyed apartment pieced itself back together, brick by brick.

"Jacob?" Anna knelt down by the plump New York native, making sure he was still alive.

"He's breathing, but he's got a terrible bite on his neck. Could it have been one of your creatures?"

"Mr. Scamander." the two looked towards the doorway as Tina ascended the stairs. He quickly moved to sit on the bed, checking his case.

"It was open?"

"Just a smidge." Anna worked on waking Jacob up. "Jacob?"

"That crazy Niffler thing's on the loose again?"

"Uh…Might be."

"Then look for it." Jacob finally stirred. "Look! Oh…his neck's bleeding. He's hurt." A snarling sound Made both Anna and Tina jump backwards, an indignant scream escaping both women.

"What in the name of all things natural is that?!"

"Mercy Lewis, what is that?!" Newt made quick work of dropping the strange, hairless creature into the suitcase before quickly relocking it.

"It's nothing to worry about. That is a Murtlap."

"What else have you got in there?" Jacob finally seemed to reclaim his senses as he took in the three people now occupying his home.

"You."

"Hello." He moved to get off the floor but Tina held him down, "Easy, Mr…"

"Kowalski." Anna answered for him as they helped him up, the brunette giving her an odd look. "What? Jacob's a close friend of mine. He's also a fantastic cook." Newt drew out his wand, finally seeing a chance to obliviate the man.

"You can't obliviate him. We need him as a witness"

"You just yelled at Newt the whole length of New York for not doing it in the first place."

"He's hurt, he looks ill."

"He'll be fine. Murtlap bites aren't serious." Anna spaced out as the two went back and forth about what to do with Jacob.

"Whats a Murtlap, Newt?"

"Murtlap are a species of rodent with sea anemone like growths on their backs. It's rat-like and similar to a muggle porcupine in appearance. The tentacles are known to have healing properties."

"Fascinating!"

"Anna?" Newt set to making sure Jacob was steady on his feet, but his eyes never strayed far from the petite blonde standing off to the side.

"This is all just some big nightmare, right?"

"For both of us, Mr. Kowalski." With one last look at his friend he quickly grabbed her arm before they apparated from the premises.