Queenie's POV

We ran up the stairs to the main level. I had swiped Newt's case from Graves' office along the way. Newt had been very grateful and insisted he hold onto the case.

But Jeanne was very weak after her flight so I had to take over carrying the case so Newt had both hands free to hold Jeanne.

Just before we reached the lobby, the alarm blared out. The crowded lobby became confused. Wizards gathered into groups, nervously chatting. Others scurried about, urgent and anxious.

A team of Aurors was coming towards us.

"What're we going to do?" asked Tina. "The whole place is after us!"

I had an idea. "Get in!" I said, holding up the case.

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I moved quickly across the lobby, pushing through the nervous people, trying desperately not to look suspicious with my haste.

"Queenie!" called someone from the crowd. I turned. It was Mr. Abernathy. "Where are you going?" he asked.

I put on the most innocent expression I could muster, holding the case behind my back. "I'm . . . I'm sick, Mr. Abernathy. I coughed.

"Again? Well . . . What have you got there?" Abernathy asked.

I though fast, smiling oddly. "Ladies things." I brought forward the case. "You wanna take a look? I don't mind."

I could see Mr. Abernathy was overcome by embarrassment. "Oh! Good gravy, no! I- you- get well now!"

"Thanks," I said sweetly, straightening his tie. I hurried out of the building.

I ran the briefcase back to the apartment and opened it on our roof overlooking the city.

Newt stepped out, helping Jeanne up with him. They were followed by Tina then finally, Jacob.

Our neighbors kept a pigeon coop up here which Newt was immediately attracted to.

"You into birds, Mr. Scamander?" I asked.

"Very much," he answered.

I looked over at Jeanne and winked.

"Our grandfather bred owls," I reminisced. "Tina and I used to love feedin' them."

Jeanne walked over to the pigeon coop and joined Newt. She placed her head on his shoulder. Newt seemed surprised, but after a quick read of his thoughts . . . I could see where this was going.

Tina sat on a plastic chair by the edge of the roof. I joined her.

"Graves always insisted the disturbances were caused by a beast," said Tina. "We need to catch all your creatures so he can't keep using them as an excuse."

"There's only one still missing," said Jeanne.

Newt turned and looked at her with curiosity. "How'd you know?" he asked quietly.

"There was one area in your case that was missing a creature," Jeanne said. "I don't know . . . It seemed like some of the creatures in that particular area were acting odd."

"Well, you're very correct," Newt said. "It's Dougal, my Demiguise."

"Dougal?" Tina asked.

"Yeah, well, slight problem is that . . . Um, he's invisible," said Newt.

He and Jeanne moved away from the coop and joined Tina and I on the edge of the roof. Jacob took a seat next to me. Jeanne sat on the edge of the roof in front of our chairs. Newt took a seat next to her, holding his case on his lap.

"How do you catch something that—" Jeanne started.

"With immense difficulty," Newt said with a smile. Jeanne wrapped her black wing around Newt's back as she put her head on his shoulder.

I sensed the warmness between them and nudged Tina with my elbow. She smiled and winked and Jacob, pointing to them. Jacob let out a silent laugh. We all knew Newt liked Jeanne and vise versa. I was going to make this happen if it was the last thing I do.

Newt was entirely awkward. I could see he was unable to stop staring at Jeanne as she smiled softly.

"Gnarlak!" Jeanne suddenly yelled.

"Excuse me?" Newt asked, taken aback.

I had never heard Jeanne speak that loud!

"I can't believe I didn't think of this before! Gnarlak, he was an informant of mine when I first took a position in America as an Auror! He used to trade magical creatures on the side—"

"Wait, wait, wait," I said. "You were an Auror?"

"Yes, of course!" Jeanne said. "I was working a case in America and, and Gnarlak! Oh that little—"

"He wouldn't happen to have an interest in paw prints, would he?" asked Newt.

"He's interested in anything he can sell," Jeanne said. She thought for a moment. "If we're going there, I'll need a wand."