Upon this particular day, Percival Graves was up to his ears in work. After returning from the hospital after a two month period of rest, he had insisted on going back to work. He wasn't quite regretting doing so, just exhausted with the sheer amount of work left to be done. But he invested himself fully into it because anything was better than his other task at hand: dealing with victims of Gringlewald. He would never get past the way they flinched at him, he knew it wasn't his fault, but it was hard nonetheless.

He had a similar appointment today. His appointment was with the man who had outed Gringewald from his mask; Newton Scamander, brother of Theseus Scamander. Graves was relieved at the thought that Scamander had not been personally abused by Gringewald (save for the fight over the obscurial boy).

This was where Graves was mistaken.

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Newt Scamander didn't make a habit of travel to America, but it seemed that in the past few months, it was a frequent destination. He was coming on his own accord- to his relief- to meet with the friends he had made, Tina and Queenie. But he couldn't ignore his underlying motive, which was pushed to the back of his brain. Closure. In the past months he had tried to ignore his past trauma in hopes that it would fix itself or be forgotten. This didn't happen, in fact the nightmares and painful memories had only gotten worse. He was so easily triggered by everyday life that it became unbearable.

The night he had purchased his boat ticket, he was contacted by MACCUSA. They had wanted to interview him for evidence against Gringewald, and he figured that since he would be in New York, he would agree to an appointment with them.

He knew that going back wouldn't be easy, life in England was difficult for him, but going back to the place where he was hurt would be extremely painful.

He had made the appointment for later in the day after he had gotten off the boat. He made it so early in his visit so he wouldn't be anxiously awaiting it for his whole trip. Speaking to a person he didn't even know about the vicious ways he had been hurt was not his idea of a fun time.

He looks out the window into the vast ocean behind him, knowing he had terrors ahead of him today, but that his friends would be awaiting his visit tomorrow,