A/N: Floppy Katana here! Crimes of Grindelwald is coming out in 68 days, my fellow Potterheads, and if that isn't a cause for celebration, I don't know what is. For that reason, I'm doing a double update. Enjoy!

They had a quiet dinner of shepherd's pie, which Tina and Queenie prepared and cooked in a matter of minutes. The conversation mostly covered Jacob and his rediscovery of magic.

Apparently the Swooping Evil venom-infused rain only worked to get rid of bad memories, which left Jacob questioning his sanity when he found himself unsure of why the recollection of a certain black platypus, a shaggy grey ape, and a massive hippopotamus-rhino hybrid seemed so familiar. When Newt bumped into Jacob and exchanged the Occamy eggshell-filled suitcase with his own, he had experienced a flicker of memory about the blue-coated Magizoologist. And later, when Queenie had sidled into his bakery with such casualness, he remembered the Murtlap bite. In the past few days, with Queenie's help, he had remembered most of what he had forgotten about magic.

According to MACUSA, a No-Maj with knowledge of the Wizarding World was to be Obliviated immediately. Laws on No-Maj relations were, in Newt's own words, 'backwards' in America. Thus, the mere existence of a relationship between a No-Maj and a witch was illegal.

Apart from Newt, Queenie, and Tina, no one knew that Jacob had his memories of magic back. And they weren't going to tell anyone.

The conversation gradually shifted over to Newt, who spent most of dinner staring fixedly at the opposite wall and fiddling with his napkin.

"What will you do, Newt, now that your ship is somewhere submerged in the Upper Bay?" asked Jacob. "Will you stay here in New York?"

"Yes," said Newt with a downward glance. "Until the next ship due for England arrives."

"You're welcome to stay here until the next ship comes, honey," said Queenie welcomingly.

"Er, thank you," said Newt awkwardly. "Although if my presence is any sort of burden to you—"

"Hogwash!" said Tina. "I'm back up to an auror's salary, and I have you to thank for it. And it's a pleasure to have you anyway."

Newt gave a weak smile of gratitude. "I'm happy to have such kind people as friends."

After dinner, Queenie turned on the radio, which was broadcasting the Wizarding Wireless Network. Some American witch called Wendella Warbeck was singing a jazzy tune. Queenie seemed interested in the music, singing along at certain intervals, but Tina looked completely indifferent.

She perked up, however, when the song turned off and the Wizarding news started playing.

"This is breaking news, so hold onto your hats. Just a few minutes ago, Mr. Percival Graves, former head of the investigative team at MACUSA, Apparated into headquarters. As many of you may know, Mr. Graves was captured many weeks ago by the Dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald. Though Grindelwald was apprehended several days ago, his hostage had not been found until today.

"Mr. Graves, who alleges that he was kept in the custody of Grindelwald's followers for several weeks, is in critical medical condition. He is currently being treated for his injuries in MACUSA's medical ward. Due to the serious nature of his injuries, Mr. Graves was unavailable to be interviewed.

"And now for some more of Wendella Warbeck's warming witchcraft!"

Tina switched the radio off with a scowl.

"Funny," said Tina distantly, "a team of aurors couldn't find him, so he had to free himself."

"Are you going to go over there now, Teen?" asked Queenie.

"Yes," replied Tina, waving her wand so that her coat and hat flew over from the coat rack. "Even though Grimsditch said he doesn't want to see me again today, this lead is too important to pass up."

"I'll join you, if I may," said Newt, getting to his feet. "After an assassination attempt on me killed so many No-Majs, I'd feel better to stay in the company of people who can Apparate away at the first sign of trouble." He nodded at Jacob for emphasis. "I'd hate for more innocent people to die on my behalf."

With that, they Disapparated.

They found themselves in a dark alley behind the MACUSA building. They hurried around to the front of the building.

They stepped through the magical door and came out into the vast hall. The enormous tapestry of President Picquery's scowling face glowered down at them as they entered.

Deep in the bowels of MACUSA's headquarters was the medical ward. Newt followed Tina down a narrow corridor that led out into a wide lobby. Witches and wizards bustled about all around them, some using their wands to levitate stretchers in front of them. Others waited in long queues to get their various medical needs looks after.

Newt couldn't help but look around with amazement at the massive lobby, but before he knew it he was falling behind. Tina was walking briskly towards an oaken desk set up next to a guard-flanked door.

"We're here to see Mr. Graves," said Tina, businesslike.

"Yer the firs' aurors ter turn up. I'll show ye fellers in," said the purple-clad mediwizard behind the desk.

He showed them through the door and into a long hallway. "Right in heah," said the cheery man, pointing to the nearest door. "He's still recoverin'… best not to exert him, if ye can."

Newt and Tina walked into the room, their eyes immediately darting to the supine man on the hospital bed. His eyes were staring blankly up at the ceiling. He limply turned his head toward the door upon their entrance.

"Goldstein," he croaked, "who's this?"

"This is Newt Scamander, Mr. Graves," said Tina. "He's the magizoologist that helped root out the fake Graves."

At this, Graves summoned the energy to sit up. He swung his legs over the side of the bed to get a closer look at the entrants.

"Scamander," said Graves slowly, his breaths shaky. "I've heard that name before. Some English guy from the war."

"You must be thinking of Theseus," explained Newt. "He's my elder brother."

"I must thank you, Mr. Scamander," said Graves weakly. "Without your and Ms. Goldstien's actions, I would still be in the captivity of Grindelwald's lackeys."

"We can talk later, Mr. Graves," said Tina, "we came to ask you if you remember where you were kept, or possibly if you recognized any of your captors."

Graves shook involuntarily. His eyes turned haunted and fearful.

"It's all right if you need more time to recover," said Tina quickly. "We can return tomorrow."

Graves shook his head. "I can't put this off," he sighed. "I've endured terrors in the past few weeks… unspeakable terrors. The Cruciatus Curse… he used it many times on me. Apart for using me for Polyjuice Potion, he tortured me for information about MACUSA."

"Hate to interrupt," said Newt, "but who is this 'he' you keep referring to?"

"Paladin Prince," answered Graves. "He's one of Grindelwald's most trusted followers. Prince was responsible for keeping me locked up. Often, he would show up in the dead of night and cast a Cruciatus Curse on me just for the fun of it."

Graves shuddered again. "I would tell you of all the misdeeds Prince practiced on me, but they're irrelevant. He doesn't know I'm free yet. We have to capture him."

"Can you tell us where you were kept?" asked Newt.

"No," said Graves. "But I can take you there."