A/N: Sorry for a short chapter
In the aftermath, Newt woke up in a room he was familiar to. It was the one that both he and Jacob spent the night in before ditching the Goldstein sisters behind. Poor Jacob was reluctant to go, but it was Newt's instantaneously beckoning that got the future to-be up and out. Now one year later, Newt pulled himself to sit up in bed with his body feeling like lead. A drop of sweet smell of hot chocolate tickled his nose. He glanced to the nightstand, and discovered a mug full of its delicious contents. If it weren't for his numb arms he would down the drink full of warmth and after that a hint of whipped-cream moustache.
He noticed quickly that he was only in his trousers. Someone must have changed his clothes in order to cleanse the blood-stain from his battle with Fafnyr. His face beat red at the thought that perhaps it was Tina who was the one who did the job. Never mind who did it, he saw his left arm with a long, shallow streak from his wrist to his upper arm. Now, he turned his attention to his right shoulder that left him bewildered. An imprint of a jawline wrapped around him with tiny teeth marks. Newt thumbed the scars lightly and thought of Fafnyr.
He already figured that the tyke was fearful of humans, but the way he was attacked brought him thinking deeply. Perhaps it was past abuse that brought him to be in such a state. Or something a lot darker that created him to grow small and bitter? Newt concluded that it had to be either the two or—he didn't want to delve too much on that matter. Child or not. All he wanted was the beast to be safe and sound. He made this his mission to befriend him in hopes to divulge his past, secrets, and who he was before.
Speaking of the devil, Newt caught a glimpse of Fafnyr's tail disappearing around the corner. He smirked. Was the little bugger spying on him? How naughty, but very brave considering the gap between him and Fafnyr was at large. Newt glanced around the room in search for his case. He found it safely on the chair next to him and he smiled. At least they were safe. He nodded.
A clicking sound emitted from his hair and Pickett hopped off and into his hands. The little guy hugged Newt's thumb, as it was trembling non-stop. "Ah, Pickett, there you are! It's alright. There's no trouble here." He assured. It blew him a raspberry and pointed to the shuffling noise outside his door. "Well sure, he still here. But he's not inside so you don't need to worry."
Newt as dealt with dangerous creatures before, especially with the Nundu and its breath. Despite his injuries, Newt jumped out of bed and clicked his opened his case. He hunkered right in before he closed the lid. Outside his room, Fafnyr leant against the wall that was near the doorknob.
He quietly muttered to himself, self-hating on his actions earlier. 'Why did I act so impulsive? I was just startled. If only I didn't had the that dream, perhaps we could be on better terms.' Fafnyr sighed and listened earnestly whether his frenemy was still inside. He peered around and saw how empty the room was. All that was left was the suitcase that he dreaded to see.
With cautious steps, Fafnyr crawled over and loomed over the case. It didn't appear to be all bad besides that the fact that the man literally disappeared inside it, thus leaving the boy to his own devices. He took a deep breath and reluctantly opened the case. Out of nowhere, a strange creature like-mole popped out and scurried out of the room; out of the apartment, and into the city.
Alarmed, Fafnyr just stared where the little critter disappeared to. Was that supposed to happen? As he turned his attention back to the opened case, he met with startled green eyes. The man had a fresh shirt on and vest. Fafnyr jumped a couple feet into the air and ran to the door, clutching at the wall.
"So sorry, erm, did you happened to see my niffler here?" Newt asked. But he got his answer as the silver dragon suddenly took off running. "Wait!" Newt climbed out and secured his case before grabbing the said object and his coat. He burst out of the apartment, along the way, he quickly obliviated the landlady as she heard sudden movements in the hallway. Newt cautiously glanced up and down the streets of New York and felt a twang of déjà vu. This was not going to end well.
The first problem at hand was where to go? Not only was he tracking down a certain creature, but he was also tracking down something that most people wouldn't call normal that was running around the Big Apple. Maybe if he retraced his steps like last time, he might be able to gain a clue or two.
As he stepped into an alley, he made certain that he was alone before apparating to Central Park. He landed smoothly just outside the zoo, and thankfully, no one spotted a man in a long blue coat popping out from thin air. He weaved through crowds to check inside. Everything was as normal as can be. Newt apparated from the men's bathroom stalls, which there was a brief moment when a muggle or two felt a sudden rush of wind coming from nowhere.
While Newt was traveling around the city, he avoided the MACUS building like the plague in case he would get scrutinized by the American ministry. After an hour and a half of searching, Newt took a temporary break and nearly collided into someone in pink.
"Pardon me—" Newt began but stopped short at the sight of Queenie's strawberry blond hair.
"Hello Newt," she smiled "Were you able to track them down?" Newt suppressed his rising anger from surfacing, which she regarded and apologized. "We should better hurry, who knows what sort of trouble Fafnyr would get into." He nodded at the idea. "Let me warn Tina and we'll meet you at the department store in less than 10 minutes." With that, she disappeared into the crowd, leaving Newt on his journey to his destination.