─── THE TRIP TO PARIS WAS NOT OF EASY NATURE as Tyne and Garrick had neglected that Tyne needed proper documentation to leave the country. Unfortunately, to the majority of the wizarding world, she didn't exist as Tyne Ayers had been reported as dead decades before. She really had no life documented and for that, leaving the country was not going to be an easy task. At the point of departure where she had been denied access to leave, Tyne could feel all hope, leaving her body in the form of tears. All she wanted to do was confront the man that had taken everything from her and gain her life back, but it seemed she was hitting every single barrier to get there.

However, Garrick was not easily deterred by the law as the wandmaker had many friends in many places. It pained him to see Tyne cry because it wasn't just tears brought on by not getting what she wanted, it was tears of anger at not being able to complete something that meant so much to her. Before they had made any attempts to leave, Tyne had sent her letter to Theseus before turning to Garrick and requesting one thing. When they arrived, he was to leave her to complete the mission alone.  That was enough to warrant a panic response from Garrick as he didn't understand why he couldn't accompany her.

When she mentioned that it would be dangerous, it was all the more reason not to let her go wherever alone. But Tyne informed that where she had to go, he would not be welcomed and it would put him in unnecessary danger. She was truly not making it easier for him to come to terms with such an idea of abandoning her, especially when she seemed to be in a fragile state of mind.

Her confession of love to Theseus didn't seem to be something to simply get off her chest, but rather her farewell.

But no matter how much Garrick gently tried to pry information out of Tyne, she would simply shake her head in response. She wouldn't tell him, she couldn't tell him, she just needed him to get to Paris. And as painful as it was for him to agree to it, Tyne was smart to select Garrick to help, because he couldn't bring himself to say no to her.

Without proper documentation, Garrick knew of a second route they could take to get out of the country and it involved seeing an "old friend" of his father's.

"I know who can get us to Paris," Garrick had informed Tyne as she looked down and out on her luck. Almost instantly, her head jerked up in his direction, her watery gaze prepared to spill over if the response was no good.

She quickly took to rubbing her sleeve over her eyes to wipe away stray tears. "Who?"

"In his sort of business, you don't give names, Tyne," Garrick informed her as he offered her to take his hand, " only money."

Before she could question anything else, as Tyne took Garrick's hand, she found herself ripped from the scene and seconds later, her feet had returned to the soft ground. Surrounded by a field, she could instantly smell the spray of ocean water that leapt into the air as it crashed against the White Cliffs of Dover. She shivered partially from the familiar smell of the sea and then from the cold wind that blew her hair around in a messy fashion.

Rather than walking side by side, Garrick placed Tyne behind her and warned her in a low voice to follow his lead. To watch someone as innocent-faced as Garrick attempt to engage in suspicious activity, Tyne found herself feeling a hint of amusement pull at the corner of her lips. Especially as Garrick crouched low despite his rather lanky height to make himself seem smaller.

"Sometimes, borders to other countries are closed for travelling, depending on what's going on at the time," he whispered to her as they approached a figure in the distance, " but my father never let that stop him before. When a wand wood was in high demand and there are only certain areas to collect it, borders don't exist and neither do the rules. At least, that's what he told me. He also told me that the wandmakers of the family always found themselves a good portkey tout, just in case."

"What's a Portkey Tout?" Tyne questioned as a strong gust nearly knocked her over. She reached her hands out and grabbed the back of Garrick's robes to keep herself steady. With a look over his shoulder, he flashed her a small smile.

"It's your ticket to Paris."

A surge of excitement raced through her body despite knowing that she wasn't going to Paris on holiday or for any good reason. However, it seemed that Garrick was coming through for her time after time to help her and for that, she would be forever grateful. But her excitement quickly turned into confusion when she and Garrick realised they weren't the only ones aware of the portkey tout.

She swallowed her smile quickly as she spotted Newt and Jacob approaching the same old man, who wore black tattered robes and stood at the edge of the cliff. Tyne wasn't the only one surprised by the reunion as Newt looked to be in an equal state of shock as he stared right back at her. The last time he had seen her, she was supposed to be left in the care of Basil, but as he did a quick glance around, he didn't see Basil anywhere.

His eyes narrowed slightly, even though his confusion only seemed to grow when he noted that Garrick was present and poor Jacob didn't have the slightest clue as to what was taking place as he merely offered a polite wave in their direction.

"What are you doing here?" Newt asked her, not bothering to whisper, but not shouting at her either. "You were supposed to be with Basil-"

"And I left," Tyne responded as she couldn't bring herself to look at him, still feeling shameful with how she had left things with Basil. "I need to get to Paris, Newt. For reasons, I can't say, but I have to do this. I appreciate everything you've done for me, including the hospitality that you and your brother provided-"

Newt's expression softened at the mention of Theseus, just thinking about how his brother was going to react at the idea of her leaving, especially after he had waited so long to get her back.

"Does Theseus know?" he questioned her quietly. "Does he know that you're here?"

She wouldn't bring herself to look up, shifting back and forth on her feet. " I wrote him a letter before I left."

There was nothing she could say that could convince Newt that there would be enough in the letter that would suffice Theseus' need for the closure he needed and that was if he wanted closure with Tyne or the situation. But they didn't have time to talk anymore as the portkey tout called out to them.

"Stir your stumps —it leaves in one minute!"

Newt approached the tout, while Jacob looked to Garrick and Tyne for any answers as to how they were going to leave when there was only a rusty bucket in place. She leaned into Garrick's side, whispering that Jacob was a muggle as Garrick appeared equally as puzzled as Jacob.

"Fifty galleons," the tout requested that Newt pay up, only to have Newt give him a look.

"No, we said thirty."

"Thirty to go to France," the tout replied, " twenty not to tell anyone I seen Newt Scamander leaving the country illegally."

"They're with me," Garrick called out, bringing all eyes to fall on him. He looked the man in the eye. "You owe the Ollivander family a favour if I remember correctly, at the price of your name remaining anonymous, correct?"

The tout stared at Garrick, chewing on the inside of his cheek for a moment before looking at his watch. "Ten seconds..."

With no opportunity to tell Tyne that she needed to go back and talk to Theseus, Newt grabbed the bucket and held it out for the group to take hold of. Jacob looked of unsure of what to do as Newt called out to him and extended his hand out.

"Jacob."

Tyne and Garrick grabbed the bucket as well as Jacob grabbed Newt's hand and within seconds, they were ripped from the scene as the portkey activated. The only thing that was left with the portkey tout was the sound of Jacob's screaming.

Arriving Place Cachée, Tyne nearly staggered over but Garrick caught her just in time and steady her on her feet. However, Jacob wasn't so fortunate as he appeared sickly pale, still holding onto the bucket portkey for dear life. 

"I didn't like that Portkey, Newt."

Newt didn't seem to be paying attention very much as he eyed the policeman in the distance. "So you keep saying," he replied, " follow me."

Tyne wasn't sure how far she would travel with Newt and Jacob, but she hoped when the time came that Garrick would be able to remain with them for his safety. Growing up as an only child in her household, Tyne didn't have the opportunity to share any memories with any siblings. So far, he seemed to be the closest thing she had experienced to having a brother and all she wanted to do was keep him safe. He had done so much for her and she didn't need to get him involved any further.

Following Newt along, she witnessed as he performed the confundus charm on the policeman, launching him in a giggly state of disorientation. He warned them to keep moving before they approached the statue of a beautifully carved witch. They travelled through as she moved to allow them passage and finally they had entered the magical section of Paris. Looking all around, Tyne searched for any sign of what she had come all the way for.

Circus Arcanus.

She ignored Newt's actions, partially because she couldn't bring herself to look at him for more than a few seconds at the time. Back at the Cliffs of Dover, Tyne had witnessed such a look of betrayal on his face, whether it was how he felt towards her leaving Basil during the night or the fact that she had merely written Theseus a letter as a goodbye. Both of them could agree that Theseus deserved better than that, but if only knew the restraints that were placed on her at the time.

Out of all people, Theseus was the person she wanted to confide in. She wanted to tell him all the horrors she had faced because she believed out of everyone she had come to know in her life, that he would offer her the most comfort. But she couldn't talk to him, she couldn't talk to anyone openly.

He had made sure of it.

Suddenly, as Newt used "appare vestigium" they were all able to witness the tracking spell materialise and illuminate the past scenes as they swirled around in gold dust. Immediately, Tyne was reunited with the scenes of her past, faces of creatures that she had become all too familiar with over time as Newt released his adult niffler. The scene of the Kappa and the Zouwu flooded her vision as she remained completely still.

While Newt retraced the steps of the niffler and Jacob followed with plenty of questions of his own, it was Garrick that lingered behind and remained at Tyne's side. She had yet to say anything since their arrival and he was curious as to what her next step would be in her plan, but as he glanced over, Garrick was surprised by the tears that streamed down her face. He went to call after Newt and Jacob for assistance but they were already far ahead, retracing the steps of the Zouwu.

"Tyne? Tyne, what is it? What's wrong?" he asked in a bit of a panicked tone as he came to stand in front of her. Her eyes were open and they were looking ahead, but Garrick could see that she wasn't looking at him. She was practically looking through him as her mind was elsewhere. The look of horror was painted on her face even though nothing around them seemed to warrant such a reaction.

Finally, after he called out her name several times which brought about several looks in their direction, Tyne spoke.

"We're too late. They're already gone."

As Garrick looked over his shoulder, he could still see Newt and Jacob in the distance, making the mistake of believing that's who she was referring to at the time. "No, we're not, Newt and Jacob are just over there, come on. We have plenty of time to catch up to them."

He attempted to pull her along gently, but as he gave her arm a pull, Tyne suddenly jerked her hand away from him. Garrick paused to see her giving him a filthy look as she took two steps away from him.

"D-don't touch m-me!" she stammered out, leaving him to shake his head. It certainly wasn't his intention to frighten her, let alone cause her to be upset.

But it wasn't his fault either and deep down, part of Tyne knew that. But it was her past all flooding around her that caused such a harsh reaction to a miniscule movement. She practically hissed at him to stay away from her as he tried to reassure her that he meant no harm. And any time he grew closer to her, she would take multiple steps back to keep her distance.

She continued to shake her head in a frantic manner, tears rolling off her face and hitting the pavement below them.

"You need to go," Tyne told him, her voice softening almost into a whisper that Garrick could barely hear, " you need to go home. Please."

Baffled by her demands, Garrick stood there with a blank expression on his face as he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was he really expected to just drop her off in France, leave her in such a state and not expect to look back? No, he couldn't do such a thing, it wouldn't feel right at all to leave Tyne in such a fragile state, even if she was demanding that he do so. There seemed to be no clear solution, however, since he didn't move, Tyne decided it was up to her to do so.

Within a split second, Tyne turned on her heel and took off into the crowds of Parisians and tourist folk, disappearing from view before Garrick could even blink. Immediately, he called after her, telling her to stop as he rushed the crowds, but she had slipped away so easily.

Tyne moved with ease, leaving a place quickly was something she had become used to over her time at Circus Arcane because it was nothing new. They had made quick getaways with ease and they all had to be ready to move at the drop of a hat...or a whip. It wasn't her idea to abandon Garrick in such a way, but at least, she had left him in the company of Newt and Jacob, making her feel less guilty. She knew what she had to do because she couldn't possibly bring him along.

She had her own detective work to take care of as the circus was already on the move by what she had overheard from Newt's own little investigation. She needed to know where Circus Arcanus was heading next for their next show and she needed to get there to take care of business once and for all.

Dodging in between two buildings, she hid away from the streets to collect herself and think about where she would go in order to find the source of information. However, as she kept an eye out to see if she was still being chased down, she heard movement behind her, causing her to jump. She quickly spun around in the tight quarters to see something moving in the short distance.

Raising her wand, Tyne muttered "lumos" under her breath and her wand lit up at the end to expose the creature that was coming towards her. It immediately screeched at the light and fell back from it, leaving itself to sprawl out on the ground before Tyne. And while it would have taken some to recover as they came to witness the creature labelled as a Homo amphibia, Tyne was all too familiar with who and what was before her.

"Nigelle?" she called out. "Nigelle, is that you?"

"Tyne?" came a throated called in response, leaving the area in silence for a moment. Tyne lowered her wand slightly to reveal Nigelle le Narcissique, a fellow circus performer that was currently scattered at her feet. The reptilian female humanoid raised one of her arms to block out the light before Tyne removed the light completely to allow her to see.

Taking a step forward, Tyne swallowed before lowering herself down to Nigelle's eye level. Her yellowish eyes bore back at Tyne looking awfully surprised. "What are you doing here, Tyne? We all thought you escaped and went somewhere...you're still here?"

"No, I came back-"

"WHY WOULD YOU COME BACK?!"

Raising her hands, Tyne tried to soothe her old friend, getting her to quiet down before they called any attention to themselves. However, Nigelle appeared plenty upset that Tyne had decided to return.

"You escaped too," Tyne said as she suddenly realised it, " Arcanus has already left town but you're still here."

"Probably not for long," Nigelle replied, " they only left last night. It was a mess last night, Tyne. It was Nagini and that boy, Credence, they set something up. The firedrakes got out and Nagini attacked Skender, it was a madhouse. Some of us made a run for it, but Actaeon is still here. He's running around, picking all of us up that scattered. I was with a couple of others, but he showed up a couple of hours ago to round us up. I managed to get away. You shouldn't be here, Tyne, you got away once, you're not going to be able to get away again, he'll make sure of it. He was furious after you escaped-"

"There's no life for me out there, Nigelle," Tyne whispered, " not with Arcanus still looming over my head. I'm not free out there, none of us unless Skender and Actaeon are dealt with. I went home and...it just wasn't what I thought it was going to be. I'm still bound to the same restraints that I was to before."

Nigelle's expression softened as her eyes trailed down to the ground between them. "But what about that boy you spoke so fondly of? Did you find him?"

Tyne nodded her head. "And he was still as wonderful as he was the day I left," she continued on, swallowing so that she didn't start to cry again, " but he moved on. He's getting married and she's beautiful and wonderful and...well, what am I, Nigelle?"

"Property."

At the sound of the voice that growled behind them, Tyne and Nigelle spun around to see the darkness of a large figure looming over them as he entered the narrowed passageway. Tucked between the buildings, they had been cornered in almost instantly. Tyne felt the reaction to go for her wand, but she was too slow in her movement, overwhelmed by the shock of the familiar voice that haunted her thoughts for too long. Almost immediately, Tyne and Nigelle had been subdued by golden threads that appeared from the tip of the man's wand, ravelling up their arms and legs and squeezing until they collapsed over.

Tyne felt the familiar effects of the golden binds wrap around her face as she was being muzzled again as was Nigelle so that they didn't call out for help. Collapsing to the ground, pain shot up Tyne's side as she landed directly on her left arm, only to be yanked up roughly seconds later. In the light of another wand, she was brought to stare back into well-known eyes.

"Oh, sweetheart, I didn't know you were back in town, did you miss me that much?"

As much as she wanted to shake her head at his question and protest, Tyne was unable to move under the magical binds.

"Don't worry," he chuckled, " we have plenty of catching up to do."

They didn't stand a chance at escaping, they had foolishly let their guard down in the comfort of one another and no one had been able to rescue Tyne or Nigelle from being taken away against their will again.