First thing first, his creatures needed to fed and the only way to get to the niffler quicker was teamwork. Newt unlocked his case and allowed the Goldstein sisters ahead of him. He faced Fafnyr and held out his hand. "Come now, won't you please come down with us?" he assured with a lopsided smile. In actuality, Newt figured that Fafnyr wouldn't come near him so freely again. Not like last night.

That was a one-time thing, for Fafnyr that is. He remained by the door, settling down and wrapping his tail around and keeping distance.

"Oh alright, well, we'll be down here if you wish to visit." The mission that he assigned for himself was going quite well. He was able to touch the dragon without earning a scar in return. Newt flashed him one more smile before disappearing into his case. The lid shut close, leaving Fafnyr alone in his thoughts.

A wave of nostalgia washed over Newt's body, as he took a look around at his work; his home; his family. The graphorns were cuddling their tentacles with Tina's arm. She didn't seem to mind, which pleased Newt. As long as his creatures were accepted by those who came to visit, and vice versa, he couldn't be prouder. However, there was one friend that was missing.

Jacob.

Newt liked him, but he liked him because he thought that he was a great friend to have, even if the wizarding laws in America are backwards. If only they met in a different scenario, in a different setting, perhaps their friendship would surely prosper. Even Queenie would have her happy ending.

He inhaled and let out a long and content sigh. He always felt at home whenever he was alone with his animals. Being surrounded by the world worst creatures on earth, humans were defiantly not his cup of tea. His creatures surrounded him with comfort and enjoyed his company as much as he did the same for them. It was just that…

"Newt," Queenie leaned against the doorframes of the shack. "You're not alone."

The wizard straightened up while wiping the sweat off his brow. He set the empty buckets to the floor. "Queenie," he warned, but she wouldn't let him shoot her down.

"We will do our best to bring back Fafnyr from his past. It might take some time, but I can assure you that he has taken a liking to you. It's not every day a phenomenon like him comes to your doorstep, asking for guidance. He trusts you, whether you believe in that theory or not."

Could that possibly be true? Sure, they had a cuddle puddle with each other, but did that count? Fafnyr collapsed into his lap simply because the poor guy ran all over the city just for Newt's case, well at least he hoped that was the case. Newt wasn't certain that Fafnyr trusted him entirely yet, he probably was thking about sleep at the time. Newt wished that he was a master at occlumency rather than his privacy being invaded; constantly.

She might have a point, though. When Newt and Fafnyr shared the floor that night, it felt as though time stood still—but just for a moment for him to take in the sight of the creature that laid in his lap. His eyes refused to leave Fafnyr's sleeping state; the rising and falling of his breath somehow brought Newt to feel at ease. There was a throbbing inside of him which he recognized, it was the same feeling he held for his creatures and that he would do anything to keep Fafnyr from danger. That was a promise.

"Alright, everyone is set to go." Tina clapped her hands together after cleaning herself from the dust and the slime after the graphorns gave their affections to.

Newt, then, detected something pinching at his skin and numerous clicking noise. "Pickett," and he gently held the green stick on the back of his hand. It didn't blow any raspberries, and defiantly not a smile. "I—didn't forget about you."

Today was defiantly not the day where Newt was going to usher the poor bowtruckle with his family. Nope, defiantly not.

"I was caught in the moment, and he has made so much progress lately. See," He pointed to his arms. "No scars today. And probably not ever. So, will you forgive me?" He grinned, but his smile disappeared when Pickett simply shook his head. "Well, alright. I'm sorry." Newt honestly didn't mean to put a rift between him and Pickett ever since he has taken a liking to Fafnyr. He just hoped that the rest of his creatures weren't the same.

After finishing up, Newt was the first out and sought for his little friend. He was there, never once left his spot at the door. Fafnyr's eyes were leering at the man with sprinkled freckles. He wasn't smiling, but he also wasn't dissatisfied either.

'Best not to push my luck.' Newt nodded. He patiently waited for the Goldstein sisters to climb up and out before securing his case closed.

As Newt held the door for his friends, Fafnyr slithered out first and down the stairs. To Newt, he was surprised at how quietly the animal's steps were on the creaky stairs. Once everyone has safely left the apartment undetected, Tina popped the million-dollar question.

"Where do we go?"

"My best bet would be the jewelry store. That was the place where Jacob and I last saw him last year. But since situations like this don't happen twice—"

"Hey, um, where did Fafnyr go?" Tina asked. Her sister peered around as well. Panic rose and Newt swiveled around to have the dragon nowhere to be found. He cautiously scanned the streets only to spot a flash of silver in the distance. Without uttering a word, he was gone. Tina and Queenie was at his heels as Newt pardoned himself numerously when he weaved himself in-between crowds.

Fifteen minutes later and Newt was literally on the wall, leaning for support as he caught his breath. The sisters showed a few signs of fatigue when Tina softly tapped his shoulder and pointed his direction to a man, whom they were all too familiar with. He held onto a briefcase that resembled his all too well, and he was fumbling for his keys.

As the man entered his store, a blur of black slipped in and they had webbed feet. Only problem is… where the blazes was Fafnyr?

"Well?" Queenie whispered. She knew his answer, but she wanted him to be sure of what he wanted.

Newt nodded his head, signaling the two before arriving at the bakery front door. Jacob's figure appeared from inside and he pointed to the sign that indicated he wasn't letting anyone in. However, when Queenie's face came into his view he chuckled lightly before unlocking the door to allow himself to converse with them

"Sorry, but we're not—" He began.

"Just a moment of your time, please?" she puckered her lips. Jacob couldn't help but whistle at her. He nodded and widened the door further.

"But it can only be about thirty minutes before I open, agreed?"

"Agreed." The rest of the group said in unison.