Newt was honesty an introvert, but when it came to talking about his creatures he was like a firecracker; an exuberant display of fireworks that if he continued to grin it would be permanent. He spoke fondly of his book and surprised Tina by digging in his coat pocket before handing the said object to her. Her eyes lit up and she smiled broadly. She thanked him and thumbed through the pages, her excitement raging.

He told his adventures after traveling the world, and the Goldstein sisters fired question after question. Soon, the topic shifted to Jacob, the Fidelity baker who stole Queenie's heart. The three of them didn't delved too much on the past and the fact that he chose to obliviate his own mind after Queenie offered to run away with him. Still, Queenie revealed that she has visited him occasionally which Newt thought was sweet.

Finally, the conservation moved to the moment that Newt was hoping for. The dragon that has specific descriptions based on certain perspectives.

"At first, we figured that the boy was an animagus because he looked as if he was one. Since he had parts of a reptilian; his tail and teeth, not to mention small horns in his hair." Tina explained.

The boy.

Newt frowned and contemplated about their rudimentary choice of names. It didn't seem fair to call the poor child by that, and of course, who would prefer to be defined without a name?

"Terribly sorry," he asserted. "But couldn't you find a better name for him?"

The sisters shared a look before replying. "We have, however, no matter what we chose, he wouldn't answer to any of them. Sometimes we would experiment and observe his reactions."

He nodded in acknowledgment, therefore, he eyed the slip of paper on the floor and whipped out his wand. Newt accio it and set it on the table. With the wave of his wand, he attempted solve the scribbles. Both Tina and Queenie hovered over the paper and watched, as the letters trembled violently. The ink shifted unsteadily, each letter connecting and disconnecting from one another with the sound of popping joints. It took about a minute or two to finish. There on the table laid a name that had an outlandish taste to it.

"F—faf—nyr..." Newt stumbled on the word miserably, but thankfully Queenie beat him to it.

"His name is Fafnyr?"

"Odd name for a kid," Tina admitted.

"Sort of fitting for a dragon," Newt finished. He paused suddenly, as Tina stiffened and stared in disbelief.

"Dragon?" Tina stared at her sister. "What did he say?

"Newt, here, has the ability to perceive something that we don't." Queenie giggled. Tina shook her head. Her eyes flickered back to the man in the blue coat.

"I can't actually explain it myself. But I can defiantly say that it certainly is unusual." Newt fiddled his wand in his lap. If Fafnyr was indeed an animagus, how come he couldn't revert back into his human form? Most of all, why was it that only he could see the creature entirely different than the others?

"We have, indeed, performed the homorphus charm." Queenie, once again, trespassed his mind without his permission. He gave her a warning look, but she merely smiled. "However, before we could even cast it, Fafnyr had a fit." She recalled when he froze at the sight of their wands. He attacked in fear, nearly destroying the apartment in the process. It took nearly half an hour to restore the damage. She remembered that both she and Tina had to come up with some sort of excuse with Mrs. Esposito that all of the noise emitting from their room was, really, nothing to stress about. Eventually, they decided to wipe her memory after the landlady barged in and saw the state the room was in. The trust between the Goldstein sisters and Fafnyr took a few months to recover.

Newt went back to the moment when he offered Fafnyr to enter his case, but the deterred beast had that look in his silver eyes; distrust. It would take time for him to trust Newt after that near-death experience.

"Perhaps after we gain his trust, we could possibly attempt to perform the charm. It takes about two or three people to do it right." Newt nodded.

"Good luck," Queenie winked.

Newt paused. He knitted his brows together. "Queenie," she flashed him a smile. Since only those two were able to recognize Fafnyr as they were to them. He wondered whether she was capable of reading—

"I have tried, sweetie," She sighed. Tina flickered her suspicious gaze between the two. "I wasn't able to delved deeply into his conscious, not less than beyond his gateway to his soul." She took interested in her hands before continuing. "Whatever the reason may be, he cannot be read."

Tina thought for a moment. "Is that true?" her sister gave her a slow nod. "This doesn't many sense…" she shook her head.

"It's a mystery to us all."

"Erm, how is MACUSA?" immediately, Newt regretted asking, as Tina sighed and looked downcast.

"Ever since the Grindelwald case, the ministry has been struggling to keep order. It doesn't help when there have been reports where children have been disappearing."

Disappearance?

"As in, they were kidnapped?" Newt swallowed.

"Who knows," she shrugged. "But we are certain that this is connected to Grindelwald in some way."

This new piece of information made Newt shuddered. He knew that Grindelwald was pure evil, but children? Now that was over stepping the line. Ever since last year, the heinous dark wizard accused Newt of his creatures for the obscurus.

"The worst part is that Fafnyr could be related to the case." Queenie commented sadly.

None of them dissuaded each other about that thought. It was too unnerving, he was just so young. Whatever happened in his past left him disoriented; broken.

After several minutes of silence, Newt spoke. "So, where is the little bugger?"

"He's hiding in the hallway closet." Queenie answered, she pointed beyond the corner. "He has made that place his den. He always slept there."

Newt smiled and downed his now cold tea and grabbed his suitcase. He should feed his creatures before checking up on him. It's been a while since he last visited them. Newt stood up and clicked open his case, and absently snatched up the Niffler as it attempted to flee. He hunkered down into the case after closing the lid.

He muttered to his little greedy friend. "Why haven't you given up yet?" Newt traversed his shed and into the Niffler's habitat. "You know you shouldn't take what isn't yours." He gently settled the little guy in his nest and began to work. Nearly a couple of hours flew by and Newt found himself drenched in sweat. He swept his forehead and sighed in content. As long as his animals were happy, he was relieved. After all, he set his 'little' home to a standard temperature so that his creatures would be able to sustain better. As he brushed past the bowtruckle tree, Newt made his daily quest to ensure that Pickett would be able to rejoin his family.

He then realized that the little green stick was stuck deep within his breast pocket, when he went to gesture the creature out. "Come on, Pickett, I'm sorry if Fafnyr startled you. I didn't expect it either."

Pickett emitted a sound of clicking. He slowly peered out of Newt's pocket and climbed up onto his hand. "Alright, perhaps this could be the day." As Newt came up to the bowtruckle tree, Pickett immediately rooted his feet in the wizard's hand at the sight of his family hissing up from his old home. The man with tousled brown hair and a spray of freckles across his face sighed. He ushered gently before giving up for the time being. Baby steps. Newt gently lured the bowtruckle back into his breast pocket for warmth, now that the season outside was bitter cold.

Newt finished his rounds and headed upstairs. He closed his case and switched it to muggle worthy, in case any creatures decided to venture during the night. He was used to them running about, as he had to wake in late nights or early mornings to fetch them. That nearly gave him any time to sleep, but the bed had to wait as he was eager to bond with Fafnyr. Even if he had to face a near-death experience again.

The apartment was dark and silent with the hush noises of the Goldstein sisters sleeping soundly. He carefully crept over the wooden floors, his footsteps weighing slightly when the floor beneath him creaked. Newt has always been a quiet walker, but as old as the apartment was, not even his sidle steps were enough. There were a few hallway closets, and Newt frowned as he should have asked for better directions. However, to his relief, he suspected one door to be slightly damaged than the rest. He walked the length of the hallway and rasped quietly.