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rolcplaycr · 7 years

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The Great Escape || Newt and Graves

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Things were going well - if just a touch dull for the magizoologist. He had to attend signings and lectures, he was finding himself more and more around just - people. He missed working with his creatures, although he still cared for them every night. He had regular correspondance with Tina, and even Dumbledore - who had apparently been pushing Dippet to get a new class on the rostra. Care of Magical Creatures. Which was entirely fantatstic, of course, but - he was a fieldworker. He needed to be out in the wild, having adventures, chasing down dangerous creatures to splint wings or remove traps.

So the last thing he'd expected that morning was for an owl to swoop down and land near him, a letter in it's beak. He reached out, taking the envelope, looking at the script he didn't recognise. Then he reached out to stroke the bird's chest carefully, checking the regal animal over to make sure it wasn't hurt at all from it's journey, before he broke the seal. Eyes darted over the script, a frown of confusion soon turning into wide-eyed fascination. "Poachers, really?" he murmured to himself, "Oh, good lord... thunderbird eggs..?" and then he reached the end of the letter and felt his heart jag. There was a name he knew, a person he thought he knew, and yet he'd never really met the man. But it seemed a certain Mr Graves had been reinstated - and was now requesting a meeting with a certain magizoologist.

And perhaps - perhaps this was just what he was looking for. Workng for MACUSA was not something he'd ever expected to do, but this was definitely worth his time. The journey was more trying, somehow, than when he'd come to America before - because there was something going on that he couldn't solve by being away. And, of course, he hadn't all the details. He'd sent a response detailing his immediate return, of course, but Newt was by no means powerful enough to pull himself across that sort of distance. When he arrived at MACUSA, tired from the boat but curious to see what was going on, case in hand - his eyes flickered around. Finding someone who looked - vaguely helpful. "Excuse me, where would I find Mr Graves' office? I've been called to visit him -"

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