Song is Move Along by the All-American Rejcts

Newt, Tina, and Queenie all shuffled inside the store and instantly their noses were filled with the sweet scent of Jacob's pastries that were strewn all over the room. Newt had to keep his excitement from overfilling as he recognized most of his creatures in sugary treat forms. The door closed with a little ding from the bell after Jacob watched all of them proudly. Who wouldn't be this happy to have people being awestruck at his work, just wait for them to taste them!

Queenie strode over to the man who was smiling gleefully to himself. She wrapped her arms around him, and he returned the gesture as he flashed her a smile. As he set his case behind the counter and went to grab his apron, he had to stop and think about that man in the blue coat. Why did he gave off some sort of déjà vu to him? He cast a glance at one of his well-made breads and looked back at the man, who was now having a great interest with the one that had the appearances of a platypus or some other creature.

Now that he regained his ambition on finding his niffler, Newt smiled upon the niffler-shaped pastry before scanning the shop for the little devil. A sharp pain shot from his side and he threw his attention fast at a glaring Tina, who directed his attention back to Jacob. The baker's hand was out, waiting to be shook.

"I'm Jacob Kowalski, pleasure to meet you." Newt swept his gaze at the offered hand. He shook it, but his eyes were planted to the floor.

"Newt, Newt Scamander."

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a flash of silver behind the counter and beyond the kitchen. Albeit to Tina's introduction, Newt scrammed over and leaned forward. Hints of Fafny's tail was last seen around the corner.

Not good, not good!

"Um, sorry, but that's for empl—" Jacob's voice wavered as the man disappeared quickly from sight.

'They must be around here somewhere. But how in blazes was Fafnyr able to surpass Jacob without being caught?' Newt nearly tripped over a kitchen utensil and understood immediately. A clutter of pots and pans sounded the kitchen and then a series of black and silver wrestled onto the floor. He crept up and found Fafnyr hovering over his niffler, but within its webbed hands, Newt noticed a twinkle of glimmering light.

Oh boy…

"Alright you two, break it up!" he whispered as quietly as he could, as to not gain Jacob's interest to the kitchen. He flew to the floor in attempts on grabbing the niffler first. Mistake number one. It slipped out from his reach, allowing more pots and pans to rain over. A large bowl aimed for Newt, but before impact, it was Fafny's tail that caught the object and tossed aside before he pursued after it. Newt felt for the lump inside his coat—

"Freeze!" a booming voice rattled the room, and everyone stood still. Even the niffler froze in spot. It pushed hard onto the glittering object deep into his pouch, its goal was to reach underneath the door.

Jacob was located at the entrance, a pulse bulged at the sight of his once pristine kitchen. Tina and Queenie was by his sides at once, and they were absorbing what they saw. Newt was on all fours on the floor, not far from him was Fafnyr about to make a run for the hills, and the niffler about to pounce away.

"Mind explaining me—" Jacob's attention flew to Fafnyr, who was edging himself into a crack that was much smaller than him. "Hey!" He stepped forth, and nearly crushed the niffler that was still frozen. Occasionally, with its beady black eyes, it stole a few glances over its shoulder.

Newt saw how Fafnyr flinched hard at the sound of the thundering man, and squirmed away as much as possible. "Careful," he warned. He freed himself from the heaps of kitchen equipment. "He's very cautious to those who approach him." So, Newt was the one to advance the frightened creature that was cowering into one of the cabinets. He called out to him softly, kneeling near Fafnyr as possible. Mistake number two. In a flash, Newt was on his back, cursing slightly. He glanced around and found that no one was left in the kitchen other than himself. He heard several voices, and Queenie's hushed tone next door. Sighing, he heaved his body off the floor and slid into the next room.

"You should be ashamed of yourself, young man." Jacob was now at the front of the store, while Fafnyr faced his back to Newt. The man with curious but worried, green eyes, hustled to the two women in the corner. They both had their fingers to their lips, as he was able to catch a glimpse of what was inside Fafnyr's grip.

To his surprise, it was the niffler who balled itself up as to try to hide its stolen goods. Jacob must have mistaken it for being a pastry, seeing how there were niffler-inspired treats lying about.

"I understand that you're hungry, but stealing is a crime and can put you in deep trouble. You go that?" Through Newt's eyes, Fafnyr mewled and tried to make his body small and out of view. "Alright, hand it over."

"Wait for just a moment." Queenie took a step forward. She stood next to the baker and gently rested her hands onto his shoulders. Jacob's eyes were glued to her in-famous smile. "Why don't you look closer at what he has before jumping to conclusions?"

Therefore, Jacob accepted and kneeled down. He observed at the object inside Fafnyr's grasp when suddenly he suspected a movement. He leaned back. "What is that?"

"He's a niffler," Newt stepped in. "And he belongs to me. Terribly sorry for the trouble." He knelt beside the owner. "Come now, it's getting late." He ushered the critter to make a move on now that he was busted, and for that Fafnyr to loosen his grip.

Jacob watched dumbstruck, as this 'niffler' wiggled free and into its owner's hands. However, to Newt's annoyance, he had to wrestle whatever the creature held, all the while uttering that it didn't belong to it. After stuffing the niffler into his suitcase, which earned a suspicious stare from Jacob, Newt offered him a golden watch.

"I believe that this belongs to you." The said object ticked away from within Newt's palm. When Jacob didn't receive his pocket watch, he frowned. "Is it not?"

"Oh, it is," Queenie smiled and elegantly pointed to it. "It was his grandfather's."

"Right, again, I sincerely apologize for the mess we have caused for you."

The owner snapped out of his daze and shook his head.

"No, it's alright." He past Newt and disappeared as the women came to him.

"Should we help him?" Tina was the first to speak after a long while of silence.

"If we do, we might have to—" But Newt regretted the moment before he finished. Queenie's hand covered her mouth, while holding back a few sobs from escaping. Her tears already streamed down her beautiful face. Her sister came up to her and wrapped her into a tight hug, casting a glare at a now guilty Newt.

"No, please, you can't do that!" her voice was above a whisper, but the urgent tone was heartbreaking. "We will do anything to in our power for this to not leak. Please Newt, he might not remember this time."

Newt fiddled with the cuffs of his coat and nodded. "It would be a pleasure to see his reaction again on my creatures." A giggle escaped from her lips, and that earned Jacob's attention as he was still in the kitchen picking up the mess.

"Nope, allow us." Tina sashayed over and pulled out her wand. Jacob sent it a confused look before watching her flicked her wrist in several spots. Right before his eyes, he avoided dishes and pots that made their way into their proper places. Pans and other kitchen equipment hung themselves back onto their hooks.

Back into the shop, Newt pulled out his own and uttered a locking charm on the door in case they would get unwanted attention. That was when he saw Fafnyr standing eerily still. "You alright?" he knelt beside him.

'I'm sorry.'

But the dragon wouldn't look directly at him. He continued to stare at the floor with much intensity that whatever wallowed inside him made him shut his connections with the man before him.