Of course the Niffler escaped out of the suitcase this morning.
Newt, having slept poorly at his work space in the case the night before, had crept out into his apartment with sleep heavy in his eyes. He shut the suitcase, but he forgot to charm it closed, and he forgot to tie the rope around it, for extra measure.
He had eaten a quick breakfast, a cup of coffee and a toasted bagel with cream cheese, before heading out the door to set out exploring, seeing what else he can see in Darrow.
He made it just to the end of the road of his apartment building when, turning to cross the road, a couple of scratching noises and the familiar sound of the Niffler's amusement caught his ear. By the time he turned his head back, it'd been too late.
He's been chasing the creature ever since, managing to at least charm his suitcase shut in the process. He's lucky the Niffler's the only one who escaped.
He ignores people staring as he shoves himself between them, watching in despair as the Niffler nabs as much jewelry as he can get his hands on. Thankfully, most people don't carry currency on them anymore. But still.
He's so caught up in watching the Niffler, he barely registers the loud truck pulling up. When the Niffler glances back, spots him, and makes a break for it by crossing directly in front of the truck, Newt all but has a heart attack.
"Oh Merlin's Beard!" He moans, Apparating quickly to snatch the creature just before the truck hits it. He Apparates back to the sidewalk fast enough, but not fast enough that he doesn't feel the impact of the car in the next lane hitting the back of his legs. He winces, stumbling onto the sidewalk, holding the Niffler tight and trying not to think of both his throbbing leg and the multitude of stares leveled in his direction. So much for keeping a low profile.
"That is quite enough out of you for one day," he says, glaring at the Niffler whose pouch is, of course, overflowing.
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Date: 2017-03-13 11:33 am (UTC)Newt, having slept poorly at his work space in the case the night before, had crept out into his apartment with sleep heavy in his eyes. He shut the suitcase, but he forgot to charm it closed, and he forgot to tie the rope around it, for extra measure.
He had eaten a quick breakfast, a cup of coffee and a toasted bagel with cream cheese, before heading out the door to set out exploring, seeing what else he can see in Darrow.
He made it just to the end of the road of his apartment building when, turning to cross the road, a couple of scratching noises and the familiar sound of the Niffler's amusement caught his ear. By the time he turned his head back, it'd been too late.
He's been chasing the creature ever since, managing to at least charm his suitcase shut in the process. He's lucky the Niffler's the only one who escaped.
He ignores people staring as he shoves himself between them, watching in despair as the Niffler nabs as much jewelry as he can get his hands on. Thankfully, most people don't carry currency on them anymore. But still.
He's so caught up in watching the Niffler, he barely registers the loud truck pulling up. When the Niffler glances back, spots him, and makes a break for it by crossing directly in front of the truck, Newt all but has a heart attack.
"Oh Merlin's Beard!" He moans, Apparating quickly to snatch the creature just before the truck hits it. He Apparates back to the sidewalk fast enough, but not fast enough that he doesn't feel the impact of the car in the next lane hitting the back of his legs. He winces, stumbling onto the sidewalk, holding the Niffler tight and trying not to think of both his throbbing leg and the multitude of stares leveled in his direction. So much for keeping a low profile.
"That is quite enough out of you for one day," he says, glaring at the Niffler whose pouch is, of course, overflowing.