I do not own anything from the Harry Potter or Fantastic Beasts series. All of that belongs to J.K. Rowling and the Warner Brothers Studios. I only my OCs. I also saw the new "Crimes of Grindelwald" trailer... it was awesome!

A man I guessed to around twenty-eight with messy, red-brown hair wearing a TARDIS blue trench coat, carrying a bulky, leather suitcase, bumped into us. "Oh... so sorry," he said in an English accent. I slightly smiled to myself as I recognized him... Newt Scamander.

Newt made his way through the crowd as Mary Lou continued her tirade. "But where there is light there is shadow, friend. Something is stalking our city, wreaking havoc and then disappearing without a trace... Join us, the Second Salemers in our fight!"

Jacob Kowalski, dressed in a brown suit and carrying a nearly identical case, then pushed past us. "Excuse me, dolls, just trying to get the bank," he said. He then tripped over Newt's case. Most of the people in the crowd turned to face the two men as Newt helped Jacob up. "I'm so sorry... my case...," Newt said. "No harm done," Jacob said. Jacob then ran up the steps to the bank, almost running into Mary Lou, who's attention had been caught by Newt. "You, friend!" she shouted towards him. Newt looked up to face her. She put on a charming facade as she inquired, "What drew you to our meeting today?"

"Oh, I... I was just passing," he stammered, reminding me of when I called on by the teacher in class, even when I didn't raise my hand. "Are you a seeker? A seeker after truth?" she asked him. "I'm more of a chaser, really," Newt replied. I let out a quiet laugh, but groaned when Mary Lou began speaking again. "Hear my words and heed my warning... and laugh if you dare: witches live among us!"

Tina pulled me away so I wouldn't be in line of Mary Lou's sight. "We have to fight together for the sake of our children-" What you know about what's good for your children?! I thought to myself as Tina pulled me further away with her hand on my mouth, "-And for the sake of tomorrow!"

She turned back to Newt and asked, "What do you say to that, friend?"

There was a brief moment of silence before Newt jolted forward, saying "Excuse me."

Mary Lou looked at him, confused, before she continued on. Tina pulled me aside. "Court, I need you to see what that wizard's up to," she whispered. "How do you know he's a wizard," I whispered back, trying to play dumb. "Even no-majs don't stammer that much when Mary Lou Barebone talks to them," she reasoned. I nodded before I slowly pushed through the crowd. "Excuse me, pardon me, coming through, make a hole, make it wide," I said. I felt my body temperature drop as I passed Mary Lou Barebone.

I entered the bank and saw Newt sitting at a bench next to Jacob. Jacob held out his hand to Newt, saying, "May the best man win, I guess." But Newt went off again, with an iridescent, silver egg having fallen out of his pocket. I followed Newt closely as Jacob kept calling after him. Within a few minutes, we both ended up waiting in line for a bank teller. I caught sight of black fur in the purse of the woman in front of him. Oh, the Niffler! I remembered. The Niffler was one of my favorite creatures when I first saw the movie, though I guessed everyone else probably though the same thing. I turned away for a brief second and saw Tina watching us from behind a column.

"Hey, Mr. English guy!" I heard Jacob call to Newt, "I think your egg is hatching."

Newt turned away for a second and saw the Niffler on a trolley that was being pushed into an elevator. He turned back to Jacob and pointed his wand at him. pulling Jacob towards us. In that split second, I wrapped my arms around Newt as the three of us Disapparated.

We Apparated onto a narrow staircase in the back room of the bank. Newt carefully took the egg from Jacob as it hatched, revealing a small, dark blue bird with a snake-like body. I recognized it instantly as an Occamy. Newt looked to Jacob with a smile on his face, but it faded once he caught sight of me. I pulled my wand out of my jacket to let him know that I was a wizard.

Newt slowly carried the newborn creature down the stairs, with me following closely behind. I heard Jacob murmur, "I was over there... came over here... I was over there."

Newt and I crouched down as Newt opened his case. "Welcome to the world, little guy," I whispered to the creature as Newt carefully placed the creature inside. I heard loud noises coming from inside the case. "Everyone settle down now. Dougal, don't make me come in there," Newt said. I noticed the Niffler scurrying toward the vault. I tapped Newt's shoulder to get his attention as the Niffler squeezed through the vault doors. "Absolutely not!" Newt exclaimed as he pointed his wand at the vault door. "Alohomora."

"So, you're going to steal the money, huh?" I heard a stern, male voice say. I turned to see a man with grey, almost white hair slam a button on the wall. I covered my ears as the alarm sounded. I pulled out my wand, with my right shoulder against my ear to block out the alarm as best I could. "Petrificus Totalus!"

The man's body stiffened and he fell backward onto the ground, like a domino. "Mr. Bingley!" Jacob exclaimed in shock. Mr. Bingley tried to say something, but all he could get out was a muffled, "Kowalski!"

The vault doors opened wide, allowing Newt and I to hurry in. The Niffler was laying on a pile of cash, with a look that said, "What? I didn't do anything," as it stuffed a gold bar into a pouch in its stomach. "Really?!" Newt remarked in frustration. He picked up the Niffler, which weighed his hands down. Newt then turned the creature upside down, shaking by its hind legs and revealing enough money and valuables that could've paid for four years worth of tuition at NYU without financial aid. "No... don't play that," Newt scolded. He then tickled the creature's belly, causing more of the treasure to fall out of its pouch. Now it could probably pay for two extra years at NYU if I wanted to get my master's degree.

I heard footsteps behind us and turned to see about three guards with guns. "Oh no... no. Don't shoot. Don't shoot!" Jacob screamed. With three seconds, Newt and I locked our arms together, Newt was able to grab his case while still carrying the now ticked-off Niffler, and I grabbed Jacob by the arm.

We Apparated on a street in between the bank and another building. "For the last time you pilfering pest, paws off what doesn't belong to you!" Newt reprimanded the Niffler as he wrestled it back into the case. I looked up and saw Tina at the top of the steps leading the bank's main entrance, looking at me. I waved sheepishly before she ran off.

"Awfully sorry about all that," Newt apologized to Jacob. "What was that?" Jacob asked in a shaky voice. "Nothing that need concern you," Newt replied, "Now, unfortunately you have seen far too much, so if you wouldn't mind... if you just stand over there... this will be over in a jiffy."

Newt and I turned away for a second when Jacob whacked us with his case, knocking us both to the ground. Newt helped me up and we saw Jacob run for his life before sliding into a casual stroll as if nothing happened. "Bugger," Newt muttered under his breath, rubbing his head where the case made contact. "To be fair, your wording could've been a little better," I told him. I noticed in the corner of my eye that Tina turned around the corner. Newt picked up his case and we both sauntered toward Tina. As we passed her, she grabbed us by our elbows and Disapparated.

We Apparated into this cramped alleyway that wasn't big enough for two people, let alone three. I was squeezed between Tina and Newt, which the fangirl in me didn't mind, but the part of me that appreciates personal space did. "Courtney, are you okay?," Tina asked me. "Yes, I'm fine," I answered as she hugged me. She then turned her attention to Newt. "Who are you? she inquired, her voice full of anxiety. "I'm sorry?" Newt asked, confused. "Who are you?" she asked him again, this time more firm. "Newt Scamander," he replied, "And you are?"

"Newt, this is my... older sister, Tina," I told him. I still had to get used to calling Tina my sister, because to me, she was still a character in a movie while Marisa and Alyssa were my sisters. "What's that thing in your case?" she asked him as she continued her impromptu interrogation. "That's my Niffler," he responded. He pointed to the almost dried-up mustard on Tina's lip, "You've got something on your-"

"Why in the name of Deliverance Dane did you let that thing lose?" Tina interrupted him. "I didn't mean to... he's incorrigible, you see, anything shiny, he's all over the place-" Newt began to say.

"You didn't mean to?" Tina interrupted him again. "No," Newt replied. "You could not have chosen a worse time to let that creature lose! We're in the middle of a situation here!" Tina exclaimed. I noticed she looked at me for a small moment. "We're taking you in."

"Taking me in where?" Newt asked. Tina and I pulled our identification cards out of our coat pockets. "Magical Congress of the United States of America," we said in surprisingly perfect unison. Tina's ID card had noticeable wear and tear while mine was brand new. "So, you both work for MACUSA?" he asked, nervous. "What are you, investigators?"

I saw Tina open her mouth, about to speak, but paused. "She is, I'm just a temp," I lied for her. I don't know why, though. "Can you both please tell me that at least one of you took care of the No-Maj?" she asked us. "The what?" Newt inquired, confused. "The non-wizard," I explained for him. "Oh, sorry, we call them-"

"Muggles, I know," I said with a knowing smile forming on my face. "You wiped his memory, right?" Tina asked, her voice shaking with worry and frustration. "Um..." Newt began. "He had poor choice of words," I chuckled. Sadly, Tina didn't appreciate my sense of humor. "That's a Section 3A, Mr. Scamander. We're taking you in," she said. Tina grabbed my arm, I grabbed Newt's arm, and we Disapparated.