Disclaimer: I do not own Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them or any other of the Harry Potter franchise. I do however own Blakely Sawyer. Any of the storyline that seems familiar, I most likely do not own.

Blakely POV

I had just gotten off of work for the day. Another long, boring day at MACUSA. It wasn't that New York wasn't excited, because, for the most part, it was. But working at a desk all day long made me antsy. Having ADHD just made sitting down all day worse. The only reason why I was here was to work on parts for the book I was planning on writing. I had written many books actually, but I hadn't ever worked up the courage to publish them. You see, I'm from London, but I'm traveling the world to observe different cultures of the wizarding world. It fascinates me just how little we know about everyone, and we're all magical people. But we're magical people who have little to no knowledge about each other.

Anyways, back to where I was at before I got onto a tangent about writing my book. I was leaving the MACUSA building and heading into the streets to continue home for some rest. But of course, I couldn't just have a normal stroll home now could I? As I was walking down the sidewalk, I found my way to the front of the bank. The New Salemers were standing on the steps, preaching about wizarding kind.

If only you knew... I toyed with the thought, thinking about how drastically our world would change if all muggles knew that the wizarding world existed again.

It's fascinating how we can live as two different worlds, yet know nothing about the other. I know plenty of witches and wizards who know next to nothing about muggles. There are definitely plenty of people like that.

And of course, who else would I see, other than Tina Goldstein standing within the crowd of muggles gathered for the meeting.

I knew she meant well, but she rubbed me the wrong way. She was definitely a 'I have to go through everything the hard way' before she learned type of person. It bothered me. Something always told me that she would do something that she regretted, something that she'd never be able to take back. As I stepped backwards to avoid confrontation, I ran into someone else.

"Oh I'm so sorry." I started to ramble out apologies, my social anxiety getting the best of me.

"No, no, I wasn't paying attention. I do apologize." another British accent hit my ears.

Turning around out of curiosity, I saw a face I never thought I'd see again.

"Newt?"

"Blake?"

We said at the same time.

"How are-"

"How are-"

I started to blush from my awkwardness.

"I'm sorry, you go first." Newt announced.

"Oh, well, how are you? It's been years. What are you doing in New York?" I asked.

"I'm quite alright actually, here to buy a-" he trailed off.

"Newt?"

"Bugger." I heard him whisper.

I turned my head to the direction he was facing and saw a Niffler scurrying up the banks steps. I couldn't help myself, I had to snicker.

"Let me guess, you're not actually here to buy whatever it was that you were going to say you were buying?" I questioned, trying not to giggle.

"No, but if you'll excuse me." Newt took off.

I shook my head fondly, same old Newt Scamander. He hasn't changed a bit. I felt a tap on my shoulder and suppressed a groan when I turned around.

"Hello Tina. What can I do for you?" I asked, false happiness oozing from my voice.

"Who was that?" Tina asked immediately.

I immediately got defensive, "What's it to you?"

"He let a dangerous magical creature loose!"

"Dangerous? Please. Nifflers are harmless."

I cursed myself inwardly when I said that. Any chance of saving myself just disappeared.

"Niffler? So you saw the creature and did nothing to stop him?"

"Well,"

"Blakely, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to take you in."

I groaned. She pulled me up the bank steps, most likely looking for Newt. I saw him bring a muggle to him, and watched an Occamy hatch.

Oh Newt. This won't end well.

Tina dragged me back outside. She pulled me towards the railing where I watched Newt get hit with a briefcase. I snorted, I couldn't help it. That was very obviously going to happen sooner or later. And of course, Tina dragged me with her to confront him. Once we past him, Tina apperated the three of us to an alley with no muggles. Or wizards for that matter. I waved slightly at Newt. He just looked at me confused.

"I'm sorry." I mouthed.

"Who are you?" Tina demanded.

"I'm sorry." Newt apologized, obviously not really knowing what he was apologizing for.

"Who are you?" Tina asked again.

"Newt Scamander, and you are?"

"What's that thing in your case?"

"That's my Niffler."

"Told you so." I muttered childishly.

Tina turned around to glare at me before going back to attacking Newt with questions.

"Sorry, you've got something on your-" Tina cut him off.

"Why in the name of deliverance state did you let that thing loose?"

"I didn't mean to. He's encourageable, he sees anything shiny-" Tina cut him off again.

"You didn't mean to?"

"No."

"You could not have chosen a worse time to let that creature loose. We're in the middle of a situation here! I'm taking you in."

"Taking me where?"

Tina pulled out her MACUSA badge.

"The Magical Congress of the United States of America."

"So you work for MACUSA. What are you, some kind of investigator?"

I snorted, "Yeah. Let's go with that."

Tina turned to glare at me again, I just shrugged.

"Uh huh." she went on with it, "Blakely works for MACUSA too, since you both seem to know each other. Whatever, just please tell me you at least obliviated the No Mag?"

"He was hit in the head with a briefcase Tina, I think the safe choice would be no." I quipped.

For a third time in the hour, Tina glared at me.

Hey. I'm getting close to a new record! I thought, amused.

"The what?" Newt asked, confused.

"The No Mag. No Mag... No magic. The non wizard!"

"Oh, sorry. We call them muggles."

"You wiped his memory right? The No Mag with the case?"

"Um.."

"That's a Section 3A Mr. Scamander. I'm taking you in."

With that, she grabbed the both of us an apperated to MACUSA headquarters.

And I was so close to getting home too...