A man with albino skin and ashy-black hair, stood just outside of the living room of his flat. Over by the window, a taller man with chalky skin and slicked-brown hair had his eyes glued to a pair of magical binoculars. The lenses were zooming in and out-focusing for a mere second before shifting again.

"Status report?" The guy with the binoculars had already acknowledged his younger brother's presence. He didn't lower the tool, and waited for a reply.

Sean counted to ten before he strode over. "Subject 394 will be taking flight."

"Already?" His eyebrow rose. He spun a dial and the binoculars zoomed in on whatever he was leering at. "Is there a specific time that we can be certain about?"

"Elaine wasn't able to pinpoint the exact time and date."

"Of course,"

Sean's blood boiled. He hated the fact that Jason had less faith in Elaine's ability to foresee the future. He may be his brother, but he should at least show some respect. After all, Elaine has done enough with the group from the start. Even if she didn't have the proper advantage.

"So," he needed to change the subject. "When do we set out? I'm getting quite jaded, while you ogle at children."

Jason, at last, lowered his tool and smirked. "Why don't you find entertainment on Elaine? I bet she's dying for some action, too" Sean balled his fists. He stomped up to Jason only to be pinned by his cool stare. "Now, now, there's no need for violence." After getting a kick of laughter from his reaction, he returned to the window. "Fine, I do have a mission for you. When subject 394 has evolved, I need you to make some flyers."

During that time, Newt tucked the child carefully into one of the twin beds. He began to pace around with his head shrouded in mystery. He was relieved to actually be able to take in what the sisters saw, yet the events that struck their suspicion since the beginning, weighed heavily over his shoulders. Just like what Queenie suggested, they were certain that the boy was, indeed, part of the disappearance of children around the world. Who would do such a thing- stealing a boy's once happy life and ruined it for experimentation was beyond their comprehension.

Newt took note of the ghastly appearance that the boy had.

Experiments.

His face contorted at that thought that left him queasy. Not only was it child abuse, but the idea of mutating children with limbs from dangerous creature left him speechless. How or...why, no one knew the truth. Grindelwald certainly had some tricks up his sleeves

Tina gasped, "He's gaining consciousness..." she was only in her bedroom to fetch an item when the small heaps of blankets sounded. She slipped out through the doors and found the gang huddled up in the living room. Jacob, the no-maj, has been expressing his indulgence on Newt's creatures, where Newt beaming up to his ears. When Tina came shuffling in, she announced of Fafnyr's awakening. In an instant, Newt was on his feet and hustled in with the Goldstein sisters and Jacob in tow.

Newt eased right up to Fafnyr's fluttering eyelashes. Their eyes met. Those silver orbs bored holes right through him, sending a chill down his spine. "Hello there, Fafnyr," he spoke softly. He kneeled beside him, while the rest of the group crowded around the bed. A look of recognition dawned onto the child's features just as he removed his hands from the covers. As he studied his fingers after wiggling them to make sure he wasn't dreaming, he let out this adorable giggle. However, he wasn't too discerned to have his tail attached to his body. In fact, his extra limb danced in delight.

"Settle down there," Jacob laughed, "We don't want the landlady snooping around, now do we?"

At once, his body calmed. The scent of sugar and cinnamon tickled Fafnyr's nose. He parted his lips, his words slurred, "—Jay... Jay... cub?"

Queenie quirked her lips, Tina held her mouth, Newt-he, his jaw was slacked. But Jacob merely smiled and ruffled the child's hair.

"Yep, that's me." He slipped Newt a glance and dropped his smile. "What's wrong?"

"I-erm, well," Newt cleared his throat. "Jacob, what do you see here?"

"A boy?" He answered unsure. He darted his eyes around the room. He wasn't sure of what the deal was, and the eyes-oh the eyes, they were all staring in anticipation.

"And?" Tina urged

"What do you mean, and? All I see is a kid with unusual hair and eyes." He confirmed. The air around them seemed to loosen its grip, at least. Newt flickered to and fro from Fafnyr to the gang. "Alright, guys, what's going on?" the tension left his skin rigid at the mere sight of his friends staring straight through him. It was as though they were keeping a secret that left him in the dark.

"I'm terribly sorry for putting you up like this." Newt admitted. "This dilemma has put us all into a muddle."

"My sister and I have always known Fafnyr with a few special characteristics." Queenie informed. She smoothed the wrinkles of his shirt before playfully tapping him on the chin.

"Such as?"

"Fafnyr has a pair of horns, a tail, and sharp teeth." Tina nodded. She stood near Newt, as the wizard waited for his reaction.

Jacob did a once-over at the child on the bed. From his pale hands that rested calmly in his lap to tip of his head. There were no horns to be spotted. He searched for those sharp teeth, but Fafnyr's lips were small and thin just like any other kid. There was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary that was relevant. "I don't see what you see."

"That's because you're a no-maj, Jacob. That means you're limited on capturing the perception that Fafnyr shows."

"Okay," he murmured, a bit taken aback. Not long ago, he was introduced to the world of magic through Queenie and her sister, and then Newt and his case. They have explained him the pros and cons of the wizarding world compared to no-majs-muggles- Newt called them. Now that he has stepped into a whole new world, he felt as though he was pressed up against a barrier of yet another realm. "And you?" he gestured to Newt. "How does Fafnyr appear to you?"

Newt curled his lips before replying. "I..." he let his hand brush aside the silver locks to have a glance at Fafnyr's brilliant color. "-I saw a dragon with fierce eyes that pinpointed me to the spot. You may have your typical dragon with horns and spikes, but Fafnyr's were baby blue and sleek. He had green fur that cuffed his ankles. Oh, and his tail-it had beautiful, smooth fur at the end."

"Really-a dragon, like, from the fairy-tale books?" Jacob grinned.

Queenie giggled. "Oh, honey, there is so much that we need to show you about the wizarding world!"

"But," Newt drew Jacob's attention back to him. His gaze grew somber. "This is his actual form. Tail, horns, teeth-all of it. Fafnyr is a animagus, which means he can transform into a dragon at will."

"Will I ever, you know, see him like that?"

"Who knows?" Tina replied. "Back to the matter," she faced Fafnyr, who sat there, watching in amusement. "Fafnyr, how are you?"

He didn't exactly respond to her question. He pointed at her, the wheels in his head began to turn. "Tea... na..." her eyes lit up.

"Y-yes, that's right!" She exclaimed. This marked the very first time that Fafnyr has ever utter her name. Just the sound of his voice tickled her bones. He turned to her sister, who gave him an irresistible grin in return.

"Quweenie?" Q's were letters that Fafnyr couldn't properly pronounce, but the said witch didn't seem to mind as much. Having Fafnyr to even speak was unbelievable. Then it was Newt's turn. The silver haired boy slid him a glance out of the corner of his eyes; yearning but cautious. He faced the man, as his tail danced lightly over Newt's jawline. He reached out when Newt caught on his attentions. Newt met those lingering fingers. They delicately traced over his bridge, rested softly on his cheeks. Fafnyr tilted his head slightly to the side, "Newt." A twinkle passed over the said wizard's eyes, the touch of the child's human hands was-spectacular. "Sca-nder.." his voice quavered. Newt noticed how quickly of Fafnyr's confidence was decreasing, so he gave him a lopsided smile.

"Hey, it's alright. No need to try so hard. We can work on that later." He chuckled.

The silence of the room shattered when Fafnyr's stomach growled, earning a blush over the pale boy's face. He coiled his hand, when the adults chuckled warmly around him. "Well then, shall we have head to the kitchen?" Tina smiled. She slid open the bedroom doors and waited for the rest to follow in pursuit. All eyes flew to Fafnyr, as he shimmied out of bed and hopped to the floor. To their surprise, he crawled on all fours.

"Does he usually do that?" Jacob remarked as they all slowly made it to the kitchen.

"Erm," Newt started. Now that he thought about it, he has only known Fafnyr to walk on all fours rather than using his hind legs. "We'll work on that later, too."

Queenie dished out one of her scrumptious meals to everyone. But when she offered some to Fafnyr, to her dismay, he gagged and immediately spat. An apologetic look sketched his visage.

"You don't think...?" Tina cautioned. Her sister pinches her lips downwards and flipped out her wand. The fridge cracked ajar and a slither of raw meat settled onto Fafnyr's plate.

"I believe so," she said sadly. Newt watched the boy ripped apart his meal just like when he was in his animagus form, except this time, his stomach flipped at the sight.