Newt climbed the rest of the way out of his suitcase, his blue overcoat trailing behind him. The sun shone down on him in brilliantly cast rays, revealing his disheveled appearance. He hadn't slept all night. His ruddy complexion was weary and worn with dark bags resting beneath his eyes and his hair abnormally messy.

One of Newt's magical creatures had gotten out of his case sometime while he was away from the case documenting a new species of magical beasts. He had discovered the small creature to be missing when he went to feed it. Dougal, his demiguise, was normally such a home loving creature, and he had no idea what had gotten into it.

"Dougal, where could you have gone off to?" Newt mumbled to himself as he stared into the dense Amazon Rainforest around him. The forest was thick with dew and new growth, crickets and many other creatures making their presence known with soothing nature sounds in the cool morning air.

Newt clicked the latches to the case shut and hoisted it up on his hand. He set out from the small clearing into the depths of the forest to continue his search for his missing creature.

He pushed the thick foliage to the side as he took careful, sturdy steps through the forest. The heat was just beginning to grow unbearable, and Newt was about ready to stow away his coat. The night had been chilly, so he had needed it, but that sun wouldn't be merciful once it reached its full peak.

"Dougal!" Newt called again, projecting his voice through the dense undergrowth. He sighed, not receiving nor expecting an answer. The demiguise would be most difficult to find, especially if he did not want to be found.

But it was unlike the fellow to run off. He was quite homely and never wandered far from his cozy home in Newt's case. Nonetheless, Newt knew he couldn't give up until Dougal was safe and sound once again.

Newt heard a twig snapping, breaking the reverie of the forest sounds. He turned towards where the sound originated from, his eyes keen for any movement.

There.

A flash of movement caught his eyes before the figure disappeared into thin air. Quick as a flash, Newt ran towards the sound, planning ahead in his mind what was the most unpredictable thing he could do to catch Dougal. Because Dougal was a demiguise, he could see the most predictable outcome in any given circumstance, making him incredibly hard to catch.

Newt reached the place where he had spotted Dougal only moments ago. He turned in a circle, trying to figure out which direction he went. His eyes caught another disturbance in the otherwise peaceful undergrowth where the very air seemed to shimmer.

An idea popped into his head, and setting down the case quietly, he began scaling the nearest tree. He shimmied up, the bark scratching at his already travel worn clothes. He reached a high branch and climbed out on it, keeping on his stomach with his arms and legs wrapped around the branch. Right beneath him, he spotted the reason for Dougal leaving.

Dougal, now visible, set a thick branch of leaves on the ground and tucked it into a newly made nest with precise movements. In the center of the nest rested a gleaming egg, shiny and incredibly beautiful. Around it were scattered three other egg shells, but those were already empty.

"Oh my..." Newt breathed, almost slipping off the branch in his amazement. He watched as Dougal fondly finished tucking in the branch to the nest and sat back on his heels to guard the egg.

Newt climbed back down the tree and approached Dougal and the nest. Dougal looked up at him as he approached, but he didn't run away. Instead, he went over to Newt and took his hand, pulling him over to the nest.

"What have you found, Dougal?" Newt asked, kneeling down in front of the egg. His eyes absorbed the nest, empty eggs, and lone egg with curious interest. "Is this what I think it is?" Newt gently lifted the egg into his hands, holding it with a careful cautiousness. "Poor fellow. Looks like his family has left him to fend for himself."

Newt set the egg back down and turned to his case. He clicked it open and lifted the lid, instantly barraged with different fantastical sounds of all the creatures that made their home inside. "Come on, Dougal," he said. "In you go."

Dougal scampered away from Newt's outstretched hand and to the other side of the nest. Newt chuckled. "Don't worry. I will take good care of your new friend."

With that, Dougal reluctantly climbed down into the case. Newt clicked it shut once the demiguise was safely inside, then turned his attention back to the egg. He withdrew his simple wand, the wood familiar and worn with use.

"Lumos," he said, and immediately a burst of light formed at the tip of the wand. The light reflected off the egg in splendid, sparkling rays. Newt stared at it for several seconds before distinguishing the light and putting away his wand.

"You've done it, Dougal," he whispered. "One more fantastic beast to add to my book. The occamy."