Newt shuffled into the large Manhattan apartment, it was certainly luxury he had never seen before. He stayed close to his brother who shielded him from Percival's glare, he had a "father" figure before, he wasn't sure if he was ready for another one. Sure it had been years but the trauma stayed with him, like a male anglerfish to a female. In short, he was scared. He tugged Theseus' hand a few times and when his brother leaned down to listen he whispered,

"Seus, I'm scared, I'm not so sure about this."

He didn't expect his brother to wince slightly, "Little one, the world is big, this is the best we have so far, he won't separate us, but other people will, we have to stick together, right? Like er, a pack of lions?"

Newt gave a quick smile, before correcting, "a PRIDE of lions Theseus, but I think we're more like a group of foxes. We're both pretty stealthy, and we can move pretty fast, like foxes."

Theseus gave a nice flashy smile in return, "We're also redheads like foxes." He began rubbing Newt's mess of hair, kneading his hands through his scalp a bit. "We need haircuts, don't we?"

Newt nodded slightly, he then jumped when a knock came from the door. The man, Mr. Graves opened it, with a warm welcome. Newt didn't expect 3 women to enter. Two were clearly adults, the third, he wasn't sure. She looked young enough to be in school, but she was clearly older than him.

The two of them made eye contact for a brief second, Newt was unsure, he quickly hid behind his brother again, his mind running miles. Women were people, but he had never met a woman who would hurt him. Even on the street the women rarely bothered them. He wasn't sure what to do, but he felt a bit more relaxed with them in the room. He couldn't figure out why.

"What do we owe this visit Sera, Goldsteins?" Newt, jumped hearing Percival's voice. His heart raced slightly. When he was in the hospital the idea of having Mr. Graves as a guardian, seemed nice, but now that it had happened, he felt all memories of his father abusing and pushing him around. The masculinity to the voice certainly scared him, it reminded him of father.

"We're here to see your new residences, wish them luck and happiness and give them some gifts, that's all." It was Seraphina who spoke up first. Newt, didn't scare as badly hearing her voice. He kinda liked it, it held a the same tone, yet the words came out differently.

"Tina, why don't you give Newt, your gift."

Tina stepped forward, she looked at the younger Scamander, he looked incredibly uncomfortable, his green eye peeking out from under his fringe, it was a beautiful colour, she stood there staring, watching his eyes dart everywhere else, mostly at the floor. A gentle hand on the shoulder snapped her out of the trance, in which she noticed Queenie, was smiling.

She frowned at Queenie before shuffling over to Newt, a small box in hand, "I know, you just moved in, but I was told by your brother you really liked animals, and before you ask, yes, we did run this past Percival. We, uh found him on the streets not long ago, don't know what breed he is, but we think you might need him more than us."

Newt was confused, he took the box gently, it was heavier than expected. He opened the lid and saw a small canine creature curled up on top of a blanket. Surprisingly the animal was asleep. He looked at Tina, a warm smile on his face. "T-thank you."

He had never received a gift like this, he remembered the times, he tried to help some of the animals near the house whenever he could, his father always shooing them away or kicking them. In the small amounts of time he and Theseus could leave the house, they always went to the library or animal shelter where Newt would take in all the information he could. Even when they were homeless, Theseus tried to get them into libraries and Zoo's which allowed Newt to keep up with his interest.

He carefully took the puppy out of the box, holding him tightly, "Does he have a name?"

Tina shook her head, "we just called him Picky, cause he's been very picky about everything, from his sleeping spot to his food."

Newt smiled again, he petted the animal gently, "Then how bout, Pickett, it's more of a name than Picky, though we can use it as a nickname."

Tina smiled nodding her head, "Sounds great, any idea what breed he might be?"

Newt looked down at the animal again. He noted the little pointed ears, the markings on its face, little triangles under the eyes a dark line running down the nose, it's coat was a little scruffy, oh god, "Ms. Goldstein this er, "dog" might be a wolf, or a wolf dog mutt."

He pointed to the markings on the face and the ear size and shape, even the paws were on the big size. The tail straight, this wasn't a pure dog, whatever it was.

Tina looked down shocked, "well uh, more the reason for you to take him, he'll be under better care with you, right?"

The pup's eyes opened, it yawned a little yawn before looking around, his little grey, blue eyes made contact with the young humans green eyes, he just felt safe, this was his human now, his, no one else's. That's what he decided. He liked the other humans, but this one smelled much better.

Newt squeaked in surprise when the puppy started jumping, trying to lick his face. He was going to keep this puppy then, until it proved it needed better housing than an apartment. For it's puppyhood, he could stay, he hoped.

Theseus watched the pup and his young brother play, Tina joining too. It was nice to see his brother act his age, he rarely got to see it. He mouthed a "thank you" to Seraphina smiling.

"Now now, Mr Scamander, don't think we forgot you." She handed him a white envelope, which Theseus opened gratefully. In it was 500$ with a piece of paper, full of fine print and a needed signature. "What is this?"

"A job we are offering. It isn't glamorous but it will pay for now. Basically we need someone at the station to serve us hand and foot, why? We're lazy. What do you think?" Seraphina and Percival both waited for the older brothers response.

"Y-yes, sure yes! Thank you very much!" Theseus smiled, then frowned. "Wait, my brother gets a puppy, and I basically become a slave? How's this fair?"

Percival snickers, and Sera raised a brow in interest, "Mr Scamander, you'd be a paid slave and it's fair because you're an adult, welcome to the world glad you decided to join us."