As he and the Goldstein sisters caught their breath, they all shared a look of disbelief at the girl with dirty blond hair.

"Modesty?" He heard Tina muttered under her breath. Newt eyed the creature with the child and noticed how natural she was acting in front of Fafnyr. She wasn't fazed in the slightest, which was peculiar to him. Ever since meeting with Credence last year, he didn't react to magic well. Newt assumed that that the rest of his siblings would behave the same. He guessed that he was wrong.

"May I help you?" Modesty asked in defense. She suspected that there was a problem as they were all gazing at them with bewildered faces.

"Erm," Newt started but his words couldn't form. He didn't make eye contact either which worsened the situation.

"Don't worry, honey," Queenie smiled. "Everything is fine. We know Fafnyr. "She directed her eyes at the boy next to Modesty. The girl attempted to pronounce the name with much difficulty. "My sister and I are his guardians."

"What about him?" Modesty pointed at the man who shuffled his feet in place.

"He's our friend. Come along now, let's go home." Queenie held out her hand to Fafnyr. He stole a glance at his newly acquaintance before hesitantly taking her offered hand. "We best be going."

Newt watched in awe at how the animal held hands with her. Fafnyr fell on all fours and it wasn't his hand that she held, it was his tail, acting very similar to a hand. Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous.

Modesty managed a smile. "Goodbye phaphneer!"

The three adults nodded their heads and left for home.

Nobody spoke once they entered the apartment. Tina and Newt were both absorbed by their thoughts as Queenie made herself at home in the kitchen. Fafnyr, on the other hand, sat on the couch; half in the moment while his find still lingered on the animal that didn't weigh a ton after he detected the sparkling adornments.

Fafnyr was truly exhausted. He practically wasted his most of his energy chasing it down. He didn't how the man usually capture it, but the responsibility now rested in the wizard's hands.

"I noticed it as well." Queenie's angelic voice cooed, capturing Newt and Tina to face her. "After all, she is only a no-maj." She was aware of Newt correcting her as he was mumbling to himself.

"And?" Tina stared at her sister, her fingers tapping rapidly on her arms. "How can you explain that Modesty can't apprehend the problem at hand?"

"Hush, now," her sister pointed her wand over to the couch with a sleeping boy sprawled in the living room. the two remainders settled into a chair and discussed in hushed tones. "Modesty cannot identify between a true form or a hybrid. Her no-maj abilities can only limit on what she perceives; a normal child."

"How is that even possible?" Tina frowned. "First a boy with reptilian features, next a dragon, and finally a normal no-maj?"

"I highly doubt that Fafnyr is a muggle. He isn't exactly human." Newt chimed in.

"Right you are," the other sister winked. She prepared a heavenly feast onto the table with only aa few waves of her wand.

Newt glanced over at the sleeping dragon. "Shouldn't we—"

"He'll come around when he's hungry." Queenie cut him off.

After dinner, Newt was busy feeding his animals, as the Goldstein sisters prepared for bed.

Newt couldn't help but worry about his niffler being on the loose again. He wasn't exactly thinking at the time when he went to care for his creatures when Fafnyr accidentally opened his case. That greedy bastard has once again escaped and now causing havoc in New York all the while collecting what it most desired.

Once he finished his work, Newt climbed out of his case and came face to face with Fafnyr as he was wolfing down his dinner. He expected him for him to bolt back, or even hiss at him. But none came. Has he finally accepted Newt?

Fafnyr was thinking the exact same thoughts as him. Despite his earlier reactions toward the man, his own conscious led him to believe that he never proved as threat. He offered nothing but kindness. Now it was Fafnyr's turn to return the gesture. Only problem is, the little bugger has developed that one trait that all children learned; stubbornness. He has to apologize for attacking recklessly. Not only to Newt, but to the case as well, if that made any sense. Only one thing was certain to him. There were probably more animals than that greedy bastard, that was still outside, lurking inside.

Newt slipped and carefully closed his case, all the while keeping an eye on the animal before him. Fafnyr has finished his meal and was now cleaning the left-overs on his claws. As Newt settled onto the floor, he slowly pushed aside the one reason that caused this whole commotion.

"Fafnyr," the dragon stared. "Have you come to trust me?" He waited patiently for his reply, and the creature gave him a slight nod. Newt chuckled. "Well then, let me introduce myself. My name is Newt, Newt Scamander. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Fafnyr did what he done to Modesty earlier that day. He stretched his lips into that maladroit smile that he learned. Newt couldn't help but chuckle at his attempts in smiling.

Newt bowed his head at the silver one and reached out his hand slightly, waiting, partly because he was aiming to reconnect in hopes of a better friendship than last time. One minute and then two passed by before Fafnyr reluctantly crawled over. He placed his snout against the palm of the hand before actually nestling into Newt's lap. Albeit to the dragon's weight crushing his legs, a smile sketched on his face as he let his fingers glide across Fafnyr's scales.

They were incredibly soft to the touch. Not only were they beautiful to take a gander at, but the scales were glistening as if smiling back at Newt.

"When will you tell me your secret?" Newt whispered slightly.

'Soon.' The dragon let out a low, somewhat purring that resonated from the back of his throat.

Newt became aware of two certain people peeping at him with placid smiles. He placed his fingers to his lips and continued to pet Fafnyr as he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, the wizard found himself sprawled on the floor, while a blanket was covering him and with Fafnyr cuddling next to his side. He gave off this feeling of serenity as he snoozed so peacefully. Newt smiled and gently scratched behind the animal's ears. Fafnyr stirred and opened his eyes directly up at Newt.

"Morning," he said to him. Fafnyr merely nodded which earned a chuckle from Newt. "Did you sleep well?" When he wasn't given a reply back, worried, Newt hesitated. The silver dragon stretched his limbs, while Newt himself avoided that tail of his. He watched as Fafnyr pulled himself off the floor and sat at the door, peering back at the wizard.

"I believe that he wishes to help capture that niffler of yours," Queenie's voice smiled. Newt nodded in agreement before standing up with his sore body from sleeping on the floor. He cracked his back with a sigh of relief.

Tina came into the room all dressed up. "Then what are we waiting for?" She leant against the door next to Fafnyr. "Let's go and catch your creature Mr. Scamander."

Newt knew that Fafnyr was right. He needed to get a move on, on finding his niffler.