"How did this happen?" Tina asked us after Abernathy and Graves left. "Well, outside the bank, he picked up the case and whacked me in the head with the case," Newt recalled. "He probably grabbed the wrong one."

"Oh, you think?" Tina asked sarcastically. She ran her hands through her coal black hair. "Courtney, check the case and see if we can find out anything on where the No-Maj lives," she told me, now sounding slightly more "all business." I obeyed, taking the pastries out of the case, but not before I helped myself to a paczki. Tina and Newt stared at me, though Tina's stare was more reminiscent of a mother's face when reprimanding her children. "What? I had a light lunch," I justified.

After digging through a mess of papers and pens, I found a slip of paper with an address for an apartment building on the Lower East Side. I quickly handed the slip to Tina as I tried to re-arrange everything in the case.

Our walk to the building seemed quiet before Tina exclaimed, "I can't believe you didn't Obliviate him! If there's an inquiry, I'm finished!"

"Why would you be finished? I'm the one that's-" Newt began. "Tina's not allowed to go near the Second Salemers," I explained. "Well, neither are you," Tina shot back at me. I was about to say something to her when I heard a sort of, high-pitched buzzing noise that almost sounded like a hummingbird on helium. I caught a flash of an iridescent blue that seemed to catch the little bit of sunlight. "What was that?" Tina asked Newt. "Er... moth, I think. Big moth," he stammered out. Tina looked at me and rolled her eyes, not buying his excuse. We turned the corner to find a crowd gathered around a building that was crumbling down at the third or fourth floor. The residents of the building were shouting, either in fear, anger, or confusion, while a police officer was standing in front of them. Tina grabbed my hand as we tried to make our way through the crowd and heard the officer yell, "Hey, quiet down! I'm trying to get a statement!"

"I'm telling you, it's a gas explosion again," I heard a woman tell the officer as we passed by her. "I ain't taking the kids back up until it's safe."

"Sorry, ma'am, there ain't no smell of gas," the officer told her. A hobo came forward and said, "It wasn't gas. Officer, I seen it. It was a a gigantic, huge, hippopotto- gas. It was gas!"

The crowd began shouting again. I was able to wriggle my hand out of Tina's in the chaos and followed Newt into the building, up about three flights of stairs. Newt and I entered an apartment building and stopped in our tracks. My head scanned the room, which had a hole in the wall, shattered glass scattered across the floor, and furniture broken into thirds. I heard Jacob groaning in pain and Newt and I ran to his side. I noticed a red mark on Jacob's neck that Newt was trying to examine, but Jacob kept batting his hand away. I heard Tina call for us, "Court! Mr. Scamander!"

I shoved Newt's case towards him and pulled out my wand, whispering "Reparo," watching in wonder as the debris was lifted up from the apartment floor and the ground outside. Newt sat down on the bed, trying to look innocent, and closed the locks on the case just as Tina ran into sight. "It was open?" she asked. "Just a smidge," he answered. I backed him up by making a "little bit" symbol with my fingers. "That crazy Niffler thing's on the loose again?" she inquired. "Might be," he replied. "Then look for it! Look!" she demanded. She ran to Jacob's side, where I was still sitting. "His neck's bleeding. He's hurt!" she exclaimed. "Wake up, Mr. No-Maj-"

I saw something that looked like a bald chihuahua with an anemone-like growth on its back scurry out from under a cabinet. Tina screamed and wrapped her arm around me protectively as Newt grabbed it by the tail and forced it back into the case. "Mercy Lewis, what is that?" Tina asked in a high-pitched voice. "Nothing to worry about," he told her. "That is a Murtlap."

Tina loosened her grip on me and eyed the case. "What else have you got in there?" she inquired. Oh, until you've seen it, you wouldn't believe it in a million years, I thought. "You!" Jacob exclaimed as he pointed at Newt. "Hello," Newt greeted with a brief, shy grin. Tina turned back to Jacob as he tried to sit up. "Easy, Mr..."

"Kowalski... Jacob," he told her as they shook hands. He then turned his head to me. "I remember you, kid!"

I waved as I noticed Newt pulling out his wand in the corner of my eye, but Tina blocked Jacob off from him. "You can't Obliviate him! We need him as a witness," she said. "I'm sorry, but you've just yelled at me the length of New York for not doing it in the first place," Newt said. "He's hurt! He looks ill!" Tina shouted. "He'll be fine. Murtlap bites aren't serious," Newt told her, but his statement was following by Jacob making groaning noises as if he was going to vomit. Tina looked at Newt in disbelief. "I admit that is a slightly more severe reaction than I've seen," Newt acknowledged, "But if it was really serious, he'd have..."

Newt stopped himself. Tina and I stood up and walked a few steps toward him. "What?" Tina inquired. I bit my lower lip, remembering what Newt's answer was going to be. "Well, the first symptom would be flames out of his anus," Newt finally answered. I let out a snort-like laugh while Tina exclaimed in frustration, "Oh, this is balled up!" The alarmed look on Jacob's face made it even funnier.

"It'll last forty-eight hours at the most," Newt told her. "I can keep him if you want me to-"

"Keep him? We don't 'keep them!'" Tina yelled. "Mr. Scamander, do you know anything about the wizarding community in America?"

"I do know a few things, actually. I know you have rather backwards laws about relations with non-magic people," Newt said. Tina looked slightly offended and turned to me, probably hoping I would defend her. "Well, Teen, he's got a point there," I said. Tina scoffed, aggravated, and turned back to Newt. "I know that you're not meant to befriend them, that you can't marry them, which seems mildly absurd to me," Newt continued while I found myself nodding, but Tina then shouted, "Who's gonna marry him?!"

"Tina!" I exclaimed, but she didn't notice. "You're both coming with us," she told him. "I don't see why I need to come with you," Newt said as Tina and I tried to help Jacob up. "Help us," I said as nicely as I could. Tina and Newt were sort of holding Jacob between them while I was helping Tina hold onto Jacob. "I'm dreaming, right? I never went to the bank. This is just some big nightmare, right?" Jacob rambled on. "For the both of us, Mr. Kowalski," Tina mumbled under her breath. Before we Disapparated, I thought, Well, if I don't get back home once the movie plays out, it'll be a nightmare for the three of us.

Happy early Easter! Thank you for reading my story!