I leaned against the railing of the ferry, looking out at the water. Smiling, I turn around to see a man whispering to his box. Intrigued, I walk over and sit next to him. "Someone in there?" I tease. "What? Oh, no. No one." He stammers. "You're british." I state. "Was it that obvious?" He smiles. "I'm Y/n." I exclaim, putting my hand out in front of me. "Newton... Scamander. Newton Scamander." He replies, shaking my hand. "Well, Mr. Scamander, what brought you to New York?" I ask. "Here to buy a gift for a friend." He replies. "They don't have those in England?" I tease. "Not what I'm looking for, no." He exclaims. "I'm only joking." I assure. I hear the horn of the ferry go off, signaling our arrival. "Well, Mr. Scamander, it's been a joy talking with you. If you ever want to stop by the New York County National Bank to say hi, I'll be there." I smile. "Why do you go to the bank so often?" He asks. "I work there." I laugh. "Oh, right. I'll try my best." He replies. "Goodbye, Mr. Scamander!" I exclaim.